pocket.' He drew out two Arab grammars, a Malay dictionary, and a Chinese guide, one of his pet-books.

When Rodolphe returned, he found Marcel playing at pitch-and-toss with five-franc pieces to the number of three. At first he was ready to reject his friend's offered hand, thinking he must have committed a crime to get the money.

'Make haste! make haste!' cried Marcel. 'We have the fifteen francs requisite-even thus: I found an antiquary at the Jew's. When he saw my coin, he all-but fainted; it was the only one wanting in his collection. He had sent all over the globe to fill the gap, and had lost all hope. So, after carefully examining my crown of Charlemagne, he did not hesitate to offer me five francs for it. Medicis pushed my elbow, and completed his explanation by a look, as much as to say, 'Share the proceeds, and I'll bid against him.' We went up to thirty francs; I gave the Jew fifteen; here is the rest! Now let our guests come! We are in a condition to astonish them. Hallo! you've got a dress-coat!' 'Colline's coat,' said Rodolphe. He felt for his handkerchief, and brought out a little volume of Manchou, which had been forgotten in the foreign-languages pocket. The two friends proceeded to their preparations immediately. The room was put in order; a fire lighted in the stove; a canvas-frame garnished with candles was hung from the ceiling by way of chandelier; a desk placed in the centre to serve the orators for tribune; and before it the only arm-chair, destined to be occupied by the influential critic. On a table were arranged all the essays, articles, poems, and novels, whose authors were to honor the party with their presence. To avoid any collision between the different departments of literature, the four sides of the apartment were hastily labelled :

POETS.
ESSAYISTS.

The ladies were to sit in the middle.

ROMANTIC SCHOOL.
CLASSIC SCHOOL.

'Ah, but we are short of chairs!' said Rodolphe.

'Oh,' said Marcel, 'there are some along the wall on the landing. Let's borrow some.'

'Certainly we will,' quoth Rodolphe, going out to appropriate the neighbors' chairs.

The clock struck six; the friends made a rapid dinner, and hastened to light up their rooms. The effect astonished themselves. At seven, Schaunard arrived with three ladies, who had forgotten to bring their jewelry or their bonnets. One of them wore a red shawl with black spots. Schaunard commended her particularly to Rodolphe.

'She is a very respectable person,' he said; 'an English lady driven into exile by the fall of the Stuarts. She supports a modest existence by giving lessons in her language. Her grand-father was Chancellor under Cromwell, she says; so you must not be too familiar with her.'

Several steps were heard on the stair-case. It was the guests arriving. They seemed much astonished to see fire in the stove. As soon as there was a score of people assembled, Schaunard asked if it was not time to take a drink of something.

'In a minute,' said Marcel. 'We are waiting for the arrival of the influential critic to kindle the punch.'

By eight, all the guests had arrived, and the programme began to be

executed. After each entertainment the company took a drink of something, nobody could tell exactly what.

About ten, the white waist-coat of the influential critic made its appearance. He only staid an hour, and was exceedingly temperate in his libations.

At twelve, as the wood was all gone, and it began to be very cold, such of the guests as had chairs drew lots for who should throw his into the fire. By one o'clock every body was standing.

An amiable gaiety reigned throughout this memorable evening, which was a nine-days' wonder in the neighborhood. Schaunard's friend Phemy, who had been the queen of the party, used to say of it to her friends, 'It was real splendid, my dear: they had lots of wax-candles.'

LINE S.

In the early summer evening,
When the glorious sun has set,
And the stars are gently gleaming,
In Night's hall of beauty met;
When the balmy breeze blows gaily,
Toying with the laughing leaves,
And the cricket chirrups shrilly

To the swallow on the eaves;
When the robin chants his vesper

With the black-bird and the thrush

High up in the spire-like poplar,

In the calm, clear evening's hush;
And the forest-trees stand stately
In a dark and rustling rank,

While the violet sedately

Breathes forth perfume from yon bank,
By the babbling, bubbling streamlet,
As it ripples o'er the stones,
Harping on the starry beamlet
With its thousand tiny tones;
When the darkness dewy-drooping
Is so slow in coming on,
And the day-light lingers, stooping
To the embraces of the sun;
When the bride of haughty heaven
With unconscious beauty beams,
While her smiles are sweetly given
To the meadow-lands and streams;
Then I wander forth delighted,
And my fancy flies afar

Back where all the hours are lighted

Rosy with the hopes that were:

Then the forms of the true-hearted,
All the loved and lost of yore
Who have silently departed
To that far, still, unknown shore;
All appear as angels watching,

Guarding all my wayward ways;
Guiding, cheering, and protecting,
As the stars with constant gaze.

"THERE is surely nothing so beautiful in the grave itself as to make it the most fitting depository for our bodies. Build monuments and wreathe garlands; let the sad cypress wave above them, and the flowered turf rest lightly on their bosoms; let soft winds sigh upon their resting-place, and gentle rains make green the field of death, and still beneath are corruption and the worm.'

EXTRACT FROM AN UNPUBLISHED DEFENCE OF RESURRECTIONIZING,

In looking back upon the past, and reviewing the scenes of an adventurous career, my memory most often recalls the events of student-life. Mine has been no flowery path. In that hard struggle begotten within me by the conflicting elements of ambition, recklessness, and poverty, I have been tossed about whither I know not; and now, in the quiet and rest of this more peaceful time, I while away many hours of loneliness, in recalling the strange chances that have befallen me. Of all these, none have left so deep an impression as the grave adventures into which an ardent and enthusiastic pursuit of anatomical science beguiled me.

Sometimes the wild clangor of battle comes to me on the southern breeze from the far-distant plains of Mexico; and I hear again the buglecall, the rolling of the drum, the sharp crack of the rifle, the heavy firing by platoons, the deep booming of the cannon; and, more than all, that wild, infuriate yell with which our volunteers charged upon the enemy. GOD! what a sound was that! That cry once given, and they were no longer men. They were incarnate devils, and they rushed upon death with a shout,

'As all the fiends from heaven that fell
Had pealed the banner-cry of hell!'

There was something terribly sublime in the solemn silence in which our regulars went to the charge. The quick martial step; the firm, unbroken dicipline; the steady fortitude; in all this, there was that which left me awe-struck and trembling. But in the rush of our volunteers; the fierce impetuosity of their advance, when, as they neared the enemy, they broke

their ranks, and hurled themselves upon the foe, each striving to be first, each fighting as if it were his own personal quarrel, and the pent-up vengeance of years were bursting forth; more than all, that high, pierc. ing cry which shook the sulphury clouds above them, woke in me a fierce feeling of madness and delight, and made me scorn the useful occupation which left me a non-combatant, and long to be the humblest private in the ranks.

Memories like these are often with me; but still farther back among the receding shadows of the past, loom up those events before mentioned, and a deeper and more solemn chord of memory vibrates at the sight. Believe me, reader, there is no spot on earth where one's courage is wound up to the same painful pitch of intensity as in a grave-yard at midnight, while engaged in the jackal trade of the resurrectionist. The deep silence of the scene; the darkness; the whispered word of consultation; the fear of interruption; the white monuments about you; the open grave at your feet, and the shrouded corpse within it, all combine to send a chill to the stoutest heart. And now, sitting safely in my office, how deep a chill pervades me as I think of the events of that night, and day, and night again, which I am about to relate for your benefit!

We were bound to have that subject.' As Seth said, it was 'gone up; and it was ridiculous, nay more, it was ungenerous and mean in the citizens of C to keep watch and ward over the grave of one whom they knew not, save as a stranger, passing through and dying in their town. So, with an experienced party of four, beside our trusty old driver, (most trusty when most drunk,) we set out at an early hour in the evening, our object being to do our work and get away before the guard reached the spot at about nine o'clock. In this we succeeded. The grave was left as we found it; and so artfully had every thing been replaced, that had we left five minutes sooner, no suspicion would ever have been excited. But alas! we had gone but a little distance on our return home, when we heard the tramp of horses in pursuit. Old H- -, the driver, laid on the whip most vigorously, but to no purpose. With muddy roads, five persons in a wagon, and a 'caput mortuum' to boot, we were no match in speed for our pursuers, all on horseback, and, as we had reason to suspect, all well armed. There was no alternative; we must be overtaken. How to 'save the body' was the question. A quarter of a mile ahead we were to turn a corner in the road. Lying in that corner was a recently cleared field, with many stumps of trees remaining, which offered some chances for concealment. Accordingly, some of us left the wagon, taking the 'subject' with us,' while Hdrove more slowly around the corner. Before I knew how it happened, or by what process of discovery we had hit upon so lucky a hiding-place, we had mounted upon a high stump, and with some effort I had succeeded in dropping the 'dead-head' into the cavity of an adjoining stub, which had broken off at about twelve feet from the ground.

But we were late about it. Our pursuers were already in the field. I was perched upon the top of the stub, and so near were they, that to spring to the ground would betray our 'cache,' and most probably lead to my capture. The boys were making for the wagon at a very praiseworthy rate of speed. So I gently lowered myself down into the cavity