gud; there is a
lodg jourdey at sea dow before you, ad you will start od this
jourdey bost udexpectedly; you will always be lucky, ad will be
very rich. I dod't say dothin' to flatter do wud; lots of fellers
ad gals cub here ad I tell theb all jest what I see; if I see bad
luck I tell theb so; but yours is all good luck, ad I see lots of
it for you. You have had bad luck lately, but you will get over
your bad luck for you are a pretty sbardt chap, ad have got a
good deal of abbitiod, ad you go ahead pretty well. You will
barry a gal--a gal as you have seed but dod't know. Very well, she
is a youdg gal, ad a rich gal, ad a good-lookidg gal; you will
dot barry her for sobe tibe, but you will barry her at last. She
has a beau ad you will likely have sobe trouble with hib, but you
will get the gal at last. The gal has light hair ad blue eyes, ad
I cad show her to you if you would like to see her."

Of course the visitor liked to see her; so he was directed to
clasp the brass tube in his right hand, and place his hand over
the top. Then she stepped behind his chair and began to go
through with some extraordinary manual exercises on his head. She
felt of the bumps, she squeezed his head, punched it, jerked it
from side to side, and twisted it about in every possible
direction. What was the object and intention of this performance
she did not disclose, but when she had kneaded his unfortunate
skull to her satisfaction, she bade him step to the window and
look into the tube.

This he did, and he saw a very dingy-looking daguerreotype of a
fair-haired damsel with blue eyes, who bore, of course, not the
most distant resemblance to any lady of his acquaintance.

Then the fat Madame had a charm to sell, to be worn about the
neck, and never taken off, in which case it would secure for the
wearer "good luck" for ever.

The Individual declined to purchase and departed, meeting at the
door the curly _Doctor_, who once again offered his medical
services in case the stranger ever got into "trouble," and who
once again assured that person with an air of mystery that "me
and my wife is all right--yes, you may depend, we is all right, we
is."

MADAME MAR, AND MADAME DE GORE, No. 176 VARICK STREET.

These two eminent sorceresses are in partnership, and drive a
tolerably fair trade. They advertise in the papers, one week the
heading being "Madame Mar, assisted by Madame de Gore," and the
next week, it will be "Madame de Gore, assi