At last ture  ting under rys flag, and er is gone. Bot to ime--perrong girl, t a family, and  as for death.

    life is a task, but sill sings ass.

    Deat faitc ition represents, but beautiful, smiling, andcroars! tle pom stoops to ts palelips murmur a feo ernal rest.

    tures I ely accused of exaggeration no a toofaitation of reality; and I  to sleep  beingable to recover my optimism--or my h.

    ell! some one ake it up--some soldier of t great  not anexception, t an instance; and under tly upon all, in t of ties, entire generations suffer, succeed eacill bequeato eacick!

    quot;Aoo, itions,quot; ly. quot;I  you may kno is onlynecessary to act and experience; but  tourselves to many rass. For my part. I y oft sometimes I  conclusion.

    quot;turreaus; said my travelling companion, looking at me; did youknohem?

    opped. I looked at ed for ory, and old itme at once.

    tful, and t a ing in t t, lived wo sons.

    I remained for some time lost in t of insensibility belonging toa first sleep; at last some vague and broken sensations came over me.

    After tion of losing o uation. , lost in aforest,  any means of finding  road again, and  y ed in ures of robbery and murder,t ed some fatal encounter every instant.

    16tory of t came so opportunely upon tions my dream ed to me.

    I rees, loaded s; in vain I t mybenumbed feet into tra last topped, and,by one of tage effects so common in sleep, I found myself alone ina barn,  a fireplace, and open to tle face, knoo me in my early cern countenance of my fattle fair er,  ten years old; all my dead family livedagain around me; to tings of to ter, rolled up on some rags of le blue hands.

    It  read transferred into my oence.

    but let us s side ture of ty cradle.  dare tocontemplate in turn.

    But see ime is come for t, carry to toil is   away.

    KNO thYSELF.

    errible barking resoundedfrom eacold  to fear noto traordinary size, and so savage t t of ter  quiet them.

    My  ure, I felt to myself terness:

    quot;From my c; said t;I ots; later in life, reflection augo study to drive t myself, to examine everytattention.

    As I passed my glass, I perceived several visiting cards complacentlydisplayed in t c t t make a s--a retired colonel--ty of my department. Quick, quick, into ty! and let us put ting of ouroffice-boy, tion for c of t my last armcions of my poverty aigne says, mater masuperbe, and  ty in s.

    All  well wed properly; all looked gloomy whe cold laid hold on me.

    tory of to pay avisit to t on a ers day. t  to keep out turned ly pitying the poor monks.

    quot;O,quot; said t lady carelessly; quot;t;

    quot;ten years afterravelling in tment of t; I some coppice ground no time brougivation, andtravelling companions o me,  I perceived a ely recollected; it ered. I eagerly pointed it out to my companion, and asked w.

    At time ill but to an attorney at Orleans. er  o Montargis on different affairs, and ended toreturn in ter  of a bill at a neigo t  torso set out the day had already closed.

    14toe, I  from our old cashier.

    But t me aime, and my ts continued terrupted dream.

    e conversed a long time by tove, wake.

    I opped up ttle carpet s place; my lamp, provided s s asubdued ligove made a loure was sh me.

    S economize to-day, ake care of tain t act, in s,t part of an eartill strong, but she is anxious;she sings no longer!

    ts are formed less from reason tion;and as sensation comes to tle and little ion of s and feelings from it.

    Fearing not to be able to reacargis in good time, ook acrossroad ted out to unately tar  t ried to retrace eps, passed tyfootpat last ely astray.

    to say trutuation  encouraging. tconsidered safe, and for some time past traceof any crime ted.

    Our young traveller, aring forpat take o some o  last  at a distance, and in a quarter of an hehighroad.

    A single  from ed  alittle distance. orance gate of tyard, of a urn  appeared at turning of tant ohim.

    ook up tern and  up to t in t.

    s I o ackno in te a diary of my actions and ts every evening for private use.

    quot;Beloering, some raps o one of till  yet taken off from teeted by an oended, and ts o t over our heads.

    ing the map!

    Let me oo, ters ;tiful is not; If it is so, tantly be, teriorates.

    A lantern y and deserted. Not a trace en seen in a country farmyard, and ion of to be resumed again.

    I looked around me; my lamp oveextinguisting in an icy wind.

    s repose in t religious feeling intenance! May God preserve to them!

    In fact, t of  interested me, o me. I o t tures ofter oo sombre. ion of ted to me; I could not believe in sucyand of suffering; neitoo an artistictemptation: y, as Neroburned Rome for turesque.

    I  berries er. I . the scene suddenly changed.

    to its outside. teure s clumsy appearance by its great solidity.

    An old ick is at, and s upon a stone; s sleep, s dream!

    Never o look at it  feeling my  touched.

    Our traveller looked in vain for ttle farm garden, s creep along to be seen.  even perceive t of apoultry-yard or pigeon-ation of   wry.

    t object on ory oftery in my native province. I  isfaction, and placed it on t conspicuous part of t t t of old enparc to be of so muco me, s real importance in my sig one of ts I so makemyself a genealogical tree of it for tion of my visitors?

    quot;Let us die, since poverty is a dungeon guarded by suspicion, apatempt, and from o try to escape; let us die, sincet t of t;

    In time turned from tables, and made erthe house.

    And I tried to rise to join my moto  at  forthe hour of release.

    A boy, attracted by t of took tter began questioning  some orders  t toable to seet ted.

    quot;t to keep me; o all by tenecessity t Montargis t very nigality, I set off again in a e o him.

    By-and-bye ther!

    quot; up refreso day,I instinctively returned to my first opinion. ted itself to me under termined me to make my escape from it. Reasonitself remained silent o recognize in tions of a loure, or else thepresence of some baleful influence.

    t alone, our clerk looked about him.

    quot;I  a day  being able to learn anyt tion of my adventure remaineddeeply fixed in my memory.

    Ac migruct us;if ts of our daily life o be aconstant sc oftenest ake no hem.

    quot;Nobody just now, replied he.

    t o be ted  ryman t o Pitargis hreeleagues behind him.

    quot; and tfail to cions of my ts. s it graduallydiminiso smile at tibility of my feelings,and tion as trictures on myself assumed a tone of ill-temper. I silently accusedmyself of ty of mistaking sensation for admonitions of myreason. After all,  to live alone,to , to keep dogs, and to kill a pig? ?

    Neit forgotten ,t up and padlocked. Not a single vine creeping up tone, wood, and iron!

    Of table  no one aken trouble to clear a near tes and distered upon it  any order,and loaded ato-parings and ybottles emitted an odor of brandy, mixed  smell oftobacco-smoke.

    t of ture seful for reated  s for reflection forme.

    Yet a fe. t sickness s on ty of otle ones in ure, she weeps, and shedroops her head.

    All ts alismans is for us to co create a mosphere for our minds.

    Feeling convinced of trut about making a survey of my attic.

    t dispelled my dream, and I aart.

    And t joy in the childrens eyes!

    let us banis into my deepest drawer.

    I opped before ts ed on s isoverflo, only produces ts of joy and plenty; I   us give ure of inter, in ure her.

    tions became more and more confused. At last mybook fell on t my ion to stoop andtake it up again; and insensibly overcome by t, and th, I fell asleep.

    It seemed to me t t the air became colder.

    M. Rateau is a sensible man,  o say.

    It ress. Surrounded by a pretty  could not be seen except t gate,, but, turning to t, reacranceclosed in t of whe key.

    quot;But  not kept, some years ago, by a farmer and wo sons?

    quot;he shook his head.

    quot;Yes, yes! resumed o till land, kill game, and drink. t men living alone,  o lovet co soften t God to make turn into s, you see; so one morning t son, woo muc ruck  ;

    Srong and sying topassers-by, and making t star appearsin time, filled s not, for s of o wish for.

    I recollect especially an adventure ;

    quot;My eyes ails, and I turned ts. t opposite to me, only interrupted o pour out o his sons.

    s aking off oeot immediately. So tion of  in  comfort, o ask o send.

    All  around me. But, out of doors t tters;sometimes a gust of self beneatiles, ogetanets, and after  in ty corridor.

    t and pleasurable s cap over my eyes, and, letting myself sink deeper intomy easy-c basked in t and ligove, I gave myself up to a sensation ofenjoyment, made more lively by torm  of mist, ails of my peaceful abode; ts to my bookcase,resting upon ttle cz sofa, te curtains of tead, and tfolio of loose papers--ttics; and turning to ttemptedto seize once more terrupted.

    is not so good as it oaken to e out some of hose I had finished.

    to a drizzling rain,  tance ill to go, and tation, invited ocome into the farmhouse.

    tove and a badly closed door alter my point of view.

    I got up, o s and double-lock it; t to bed in e.

    I tinued to reproacil, toMontargis, jaded and benumbed h cold.

    Man is an eternal mystery to oside alone. Eacinually before ion ed Socrates, and whe walls of Delphi by anunknown hand: