SOCIETY. Mr. CHARLES DICKENS, in one of his tales, narrates how Mr. Chops, the dwarf, one of the attractions of Magsman’s show, came into a fortune of twelve thousand five hundred pounds, owing to a successful speculation in a lottery ticket. He therefore had no further occasion to send round the saucer to collect halfpence, but he took a house at Pall-mall, and “went into society." His experience of the materiality of society, as narrated below, is forcible and valuable in the extreme: “One night when we had played the last company out, which was a shy company through its raining heavens hard, I was takin’ a pipe in the onc-pair-back along with the young man with the toes, which I had taken on for a month (though he never drawed, except on paper), and I heard a kickin’ at the street door. “Halloa !' I says to the young man, what He rubs his eyebrows with his toes, and he says, 'I up?' can’t imagine, Mr. Magsman’—which he never could imagine nothin’, and was monotonous company. “ The noise not leavin’ off, I laid down my pipe, and I took up a candle, and I went down and opened the door. I looked out into the street, but nothin' could I see, and nothin' was aware of, until I turned round quick, because some creetur run between my legs into the passage. There was Mr. Chops! “ 'Magsman,’ he says, “take me on the hold terms, and you’ve got me ; if it’s done, say done!' “I was all of a maze, but I said, Done, sir.' "'Done to your done, and double done !’ says he. 'Have you got a bit of supper in the house?' “Bearin’ in mind them sparklin’ warieties of foreign drains as we’d guzzled away at in Pall-mall, I was ashamed to offer him cold sassages and gin-and-water ; but he took ’em both and took ’em free ; havin’ a chair for his table, and sittin' down at it on a stool, like hold times—I all of a maze all the while. “It was arter he had made a clean sweep of the sassages (beef, and to the best of my calculations two pound and a quarter), that the wisdom as was in that little man began to come out of him like prespiration. “'Magsman,’ he says, 'look upon me ! You see afore you one as has both gone into society, and come out.' “'O, you are out of it, Mr. Chops? How did you get out, sir?' “'SOLD OUT!' says he. You never saw the like of the wis dom as his Ed expressed when he made use of them two words. “ My friend Magsman, I’ll impart to you a discovery l’ve made. It’s wallable ; it’s cost twelve thousand five hundred pound ; it may do you good in life. The secret of this matter is, that it ain’t so much that a person goes into society, as that society goes into a person.' “Not exactly keeping up with his meanin’, I shook my head, put on a deep look, and said, 'You’re right there, Mr. Chops.' “ 'Magsman,’ he says, twichin me by the leg, Society has gone into me, to the tune of every penny of my property.' “I felt that I went pale, and though not nat’rally a bold speaker, I couldn’t hardly say, 'Where’s Normandy?' “ 'Bolted. With the plate,' said Mr. Chops. meaning him as formerly wore the “And t’other one?' bishop’s mitre. “ 'Bolted. With the jewels,’ said Mr. Chops. “I sat down and looked at him, and he stood up and looked at me. “ 'Magsman,’ he says, and he seemed to myself to get wiser as he got hoarser, 'Society, taking in the lump, is all dwarfs At the court of Saint James’s thcy was all a-doin’ my hold bisness—all a-goin' three times round the cairawan in the hold court-suits and properties. Elsewheres, they was most of ’em ringin’ their little bells out of make-believes. Every wheres the sarser was a-goin’ round. Magsman, the sarser is the uniwersel institution !'" THE Two GHOSTS.—Sir Walter Scott used to tell, with much zest, a story of a man who tried to frighten his friend by encountering him at midnight on a lonely spot which was supposed to be the resort of a ghostly visitant. He took his seat on the haunted stone, wrapped in a long white sheet. Presently, to his horror, the real ghost appeared, and sat down beside him with the ominous ejaculation, “You are a ghost and I am a ghost; let us come closer and closer together. And closer and closer the ghost pressed, till the sham ghost, overcome with terror, fainted away. THE WELSH FASTING GIRL.—After being watched for eight days by nurses from Guy’s Hospital, the Welsh fasting girl died, and the jury at the inquest have returned a verdict equivalent to that of “ manslaughter” against the parents. The members of the first committee who watched the child are strongly divided in opinion as to the guilt of the parents who, for the most part, have been condemned by the general public and the newspapers. Professional mesmerists, who are few in number, and free from the ignorance of medical men about many abnormal conditions of the body, think the facts to be in favour of the innocence of the parents, though pro bably thcy have too little influence to secure for the father and mother the benefit of the doubt when the case comes on for trial.