Mechanics', operatives', and laborers' advocate., 1837-02-13

margin of the river to the Wallabout, the location ln question.
 Our friend, however, was nst little perplexed to find his property Every thing on the map was far and even as possible, while all the grounds about hlm were as undnating es they could we'll be imag- lned, and there was an arm of the East rive: run ming quite into the land, which seemed to have no business there. This puzzled tho Frenchman ex- ceedingly; and being stranger !n those parts, he called to farmer in an adjacent field:
 ' .lon an', are you acquainted vid dis part of de country-eh?"
 "Yes, was born here, and know every inch of it."
 "Ah, c'est bien, dat will do" and the Frenchman got out of the gg tied his horse, and produced his elegant Photographic map.
 "Den may be you will have kindness to show me de sixty lot vich have bought, vid de valuable water privlege:"
 The farmer glanced his eye over the paper.
 "Yes sir, with pleasure; If you will be good C. nough to get into my boat IaoM roWyo out to tem ]"
 "Vat you say, sare ?'
 "My friend; said the farmer this section ofLong Island has recently been bought up by the specula- tors eff New York; and lain out for great city but this part of the East River is filled up it will be just
  it and are now at! under ,vater"
 At first the Frenchman was increduous He could not believe his senses. As the facts, howev err gradually broke upon him, he looked at the sky, the river, the farmer, and then gazed at them all veragain there was his ground sure enough; but then 1t could not be perceived, for there was rive. flowing over 1t! he drew box from his wastcoat pocket, opened it, with emphatic knock upon the lid, took pinch of snuff, and restored it to his waistcoat pocket as before. Poopoo was evidently in trouble, having thoughts which often lie too deep for tears; ]" and his grief was also too big for words. lie united hls horse, jumped into the gig, and retured to the auctioneer in all possible haste
 It was near night when he returned to the auc tion roonl-his horse in foam and himself in furv The auctioneer was leaning back in his chair, with his legs stuck out of low window, quietly smoking cigar after the abors of the day, and hummlng the music from the last new opera.
 "Monsieur, have much plaislr to find you, chez uous at home."
 "Ah, Poopoo! glad to see you. Take seat old boy.'
 "But shall not take de seat, sare."
 "No-why, what's the matter"
 "Oh beaucoup de matter. 1 have been ont to see de gran lot votyou sell mo to-day"
 "Well, sir, hope you like your purchase"
 "No, Monsieur but do not like it at all."
 "Pm sorry for it; but there's no ground for your complaint."
 "No, sare; dare is no ground at al--de ground is all vater.''
 You joke"
 "I do not joke. nevare joke; je n'ertends pas raI|er'e. Sare voMez vouS have de kindness to give me back de money vot pay"
 "Certanly not"
 hn tc tolyo fhoE Eoo yer off de top of my lot"
 "Thats your business, sir, not mine."
 "Den 1 make you mo,svaire ofaire-von gran mis- takei"
 "I hope not. Idon't think you have thrown away your money in the land."
 "No, sare but have thrown it away in de rau- arem
 "That's not my fault"
 "Yes, sare, but it is your fault You're von yer gran rascal to swindc me out of de 7 argent"
 "Hollo, old Poopoo, you grow personal and if you can'tkeep civil tongue in your head, you must go immediately out of my ofice."
 "Vere shall go to, ell ?'
 "To the devil, for what care, you foolish old Frenchnanr' sad tine auctioncer waxing warm.
 Eut sa:e will not go to de devil to oblige you." replied the Frenchman, waking warmer. " You cheat me out of all de dollar vot I make in Chat ham street but will not go to de devil for all dat l wish you may go to de Ie devil yourself, you dem yankeedodel and 1 will go and drown myself, tout de suite, right away"
 "You couldn't make better use of your valuable water privileges, my old boy"
 "Ah, mtserlcorde.! ah mon Dieu! .je suis abume. am ruinr am done up am break all into ten sousan leatle pieces am von lame duck, and l shall vaddIe across de gran ocean for Paris, wish is all de only valuable water privilege dat is left me present"
 Poor Poopoo was as good as his word. He sailed in the next packet, arrived in Paris almost as pen nyless as the day he left it.
 Should any one feel disposed to doubt the verita- ble circumstances here recorded let hin cross the East River to the Wallabout, and farmer J-- will rolO him out to the very place where the poor Frcnchman's lots still remain under ,vaieri