ew.

    At five oclock o set out, and put it up in Paulettesgrandmothers room.

    Midnig t till out. My Piedmontese[In Paris a c;Piedmontesequot; or quot;Savoyard,quot;

    as t country.]fixed tove, aken from my er stock. I so bed earlier.

    My  beat at every step t rembledlest terrupt me in my preparations, and sended surprise. But no!--see everyted stovemurmurs gently, ttle lamp burns upon table, and a bottle of oilfor it is provided on tor is gone. No to impatience at tcoming. At last I  top in astonis.

    At t of tove, and tor,  of tfrigte is t to compre, and ting tairs, finision. tears, ecstasies, thanks!

    But t yet ended. ttle sister opens tnuts just roasted; ts tles of cider arranged on t t I ongue, a pot of butter, and some freshrolls.

    Nourns into admiration; ttle family ! t do; it is acomplete banquet for all, and eacributes o it. I  only t.

    bursts of laug not a ions  of ttle ones! I ruck at t tco live only for t, t offers itself. But ted ric to satisfy: time and everyto suitbefore t to be happy.

    t. told me toryof imes smiling, sometimes drying old us ers of to last o separate, not  fres ofthe happy family.

    I ing , and pureenjoyment, on ts of my evening. It  and mucruction. Noome; I kno no one is so uno o give andnoto receive.

    As I came in, I met my ricoo, returned from y; and, as sep ience, I ;At last!quot;

    I, tes family, said quot;So soon!quot;