ow what
jealousy was and as if he had no time to be jealous.

"'Jealous! the very incarnation of jealousy; the second edition,
revised, corrected, and considerably enlarged; as jealous as poor
Gressigny, who is dying of it.'

"'What! Gressigny too? why, 'tis growing quite into fashion: egad! I
must try and be jealous,' said Monsieur de Beauval. 'But see! here comes
the delicious Duchess of Bellefiore,'" &c. &c. &c.

Enough, enough: this kind of fashionable Parisian conversation,
which is, says our author, "a prodigious labor of improvising," a
"chef-d'oeuvre," a "strange and singular thing, in which monotony is
unknown," seems to be, if correctly reported, a "strange and singular
thing" indeed; but somewhat monotonous at least to an English reader,
and "prodigious" only, if we may take leave to say so, for the wonderful
rascality which all the conversationists betray. Miss Neverout and
the Colonel, in Swift's famous dialogue, are a thousand times more
entertaining and moral; and, besides, we can laugh AT those worthies as
well as with them; whereas the "prodigious" French wits are to us quite
incomprehensible. Fancy a duchess as old as Lady ---- herself, and who
should begin to tell us "of what she would do if ever she had a mind
to take a lover;" and another duchess, with a fourth lover, tripping
modestly among the ladies, and returning the gaze of the men by
veiled glances, full of coquetry and attack!--Parbleu, if Monsieur de
Viel-Castel should find himself among a society of French duchesses, and
they should tear his eyes out, and send the fashionable Orpheus floating
by the Seine, his slaughter might almost be considered as justifiable
COUNTICIDE.

A GAMBLER'S DEATH.

Anybody who was at C---- school some twelve years since, must recollect
Jack Attwood: he was the most dashing lad in the place, with more money
in his pocket than belonged to the whole fifth form in which we were
companions.

When he was about fifteen, Jack suddenly retreated from C----, and
presently we heard that he had a commission in a cavalry regiment, and
was to have a great fortune from his father, when that old gentleman
should die. Jack himself came to confirm these stories a few months
after, and paid a visit to his old school chums. He had laid aside his
little school-jacket and inky corduroys, and now appeared in such a
splendid military suit as won the respect of all of us. His hair was
dripping with oil, his hands were