aimed he with joy, '_en voila un qui parle Francais_.' He
knew his brother and was glad. It is not long before I receive an equal
consolation.

"I meet LORD JONES, who comes from selling Miladi according to the usage
a little severe of the English _noblesse_, and has the air of being
pleased to find himself again a boy. With him is his son SIR JONES,
simple baronet, who has completed his studies at the ancient college of
Cambridge. I know them amidst the crowd by their stiffness, their
whiskers, their enormous white cravats, their hats with narrow borders,
reposed on the backs of their heads. It must be confessed our
compatriots have not the elegant _tournure_ and mien full of distinction
carried by the grand nation.

As I make my compliments to Milord, a movement of the crowd denotes
something of interest. We advance, followed always by the faithful JOHN.
I see a sight which recalls the innocent games of my country. Two cocks
combatted with indomitable fury. Their eyes sparkled like ardent coals.
They leaped by force of wings and tore themselves with beak and claw. It
was a spectacle to make fear, a strife to death! At length one fell. The
other, victor but bleeding, mounted on the corpse and chaunted his hymn
of triumph. My eyes wet themselves with tears.

"Wagram, Marengo, Austerlitz," said, with _brusquerie_, a soldier who
observed my emotion.

"'Waterloo,' I proudly answered.

"'BLUCHER, SIR LOWE,' rejoined he, with dignity.

"I bite my lips."

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ADIEU, THOU DREARY PILES!

Every one admits that Westminster Bridge is tumbling to pieces, and yet,
strange to say, the evil report of the structure is scarcely to be
credited, for there is the weakest possible foundation to go upon.

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WOMEN'S RIGHTS--MEN'S NOSES.

The female members, advocating Women's Rights in New York, have had a
terrific engagement with LLOYD GARRISON and others on the subject of
Christianity. Peace, love, and humility dissolved "in a grand row." The
ladies could not convince LLOYD GARRISON; and so one of their male
champions pulled his nose! This is truly the _argumentum ad hominem_. A
man's skull may be so dense that not even female arguments piercingly
delivered may penetrate to his brain; but if arguments be too subtle,
there is still the convincing thumb and finger. Missing a man's
conviction, the next noblest appeal to his reason is, unquestionably, t