d the tears
stand in her eyes when she looks upon the spot where we buried her
_first-born_. We have engaged that every morning we will renew the
flowers, and preserve the mosses always green. It is a holy office,
consecrated by holy feelings. Ah! life is a strange business: we may not
be always serious, we cannot be always gay. God grant, Monsieur, that in
heaven we may all be happy!'

"I have given you the whole story," said Mr. Belcher, after a short
pause; "but look, the sun is out; let us go to the Courtgain."

[From Fraser's Magazine.]

LIFE AT A WATERING-PLACE.

OLDPORT SPRINGS.

BY CHARLES ASTOR BRISTED.

"Hold on a minute," said Harry, as they were about to take the stage,
after a very fair three-o'clock dinner at Constantinople (the
Occidental, not the Oriental city of that name); "there goes an
acquaintance of ours whom you must know. He has arrived by the Westfield
train, doubtless."

Away sped Benson after the acquaintance, arm-in-arm with whom he shortly
returned, and, with all the exultation of an American who has brought
two lions into the same cage, introduced M. le Vicomte Vincent Le Roi to
the honorable Edward Ashburner.

Ashburner was rather puzzled at Le Roi, whose personal appearance did
not in any way answer, either to his originally conceived idea of a
Frenchman, or to the live specimens he had thus far met with. The
Vicomte looked more like an Englishman, or perhaps like the very best
kind of Irishman. He was a middle-sized man, of thirty or thereabout,
with brown hair and a florid complexion; and very quietly dressed, his
clothes being neither obtrusively new nor cut with any ultra-artistic
pretension. Except his wearing a moustache and (of course) not speaking
English, there was nothing continental about his outward man, or the
first impression he gave of himself. Fortunately, he was also bound for
the Springs, so that Ashburner would have abundant opportunity to study
his character, if so disposed.

The stage in which our tourists were to embark was not unlike a French
diligence, except that it had but one compartment instead of three; in
which compartment there were three seats, and on each seat more or less
room for three persons, and two more could sit with the driver. All the
baggage was carried on the top. The springs were made like
coach-springs, or C-springs, as they are always called in America (just
as in England a pilot-coat is called a P-jacket), only they were