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the Belgian professor of literature; the work is
narrative of the heart-affars of these two exalted
| personages. Whoever has watched and hardened
to the amours of the male and female cat, or stu
| died the loves of JANE EYRE and Mr.. ROCHESTER,
may conceive how they conducted. We shall
give our lady readers the benefit of one specimen,
and refer to the book for many more:
ssThe reader will, perhaps, remember the de-
scription of Madame Beck's fete; nor will he have
forgotten that at each anniversary, a handsome
present was subscribed for and offered by the
school. The observance OF this day was dis
tinction accorded to but Msiame and in a
modified form, to her kinsman and counsellor, NJ
Emanuel. In the latter case it was honor spon-
| taneousy awarded, not plotted and contriyed be-
iorehand, and offered an additional proof, amongst
many Others OF the estimation in Which--despite
his partialites, prejudces, and rritabilities-the
professor OF literature held by his pupils.
| M. Pauls fete fell on TIE first of March and a
| Thursday. 1t proved a fine sunny day, and being
| likewise the morning which it was customary
to attend mass; being also otherwise distinguished
| by the a-holiday which permitted the privilege
OF walking out shopping, or paying visits in the
| afternoons these combined considerations induced
| general smartness and freshness of dress
He entered in mood that made him as good as
new sunbeam to the already we'll lit ffrst-casse
The morning light playing among our plants and
Laughing on our walls, caught added lustre from
NJ. Paul's all benignant salute Like true
Frenchman Though don't know why should saw
So for he was Of strain neither French bor Labas-
secOurion) he had dressed for the ststuaton'' and
the occasion. Not by the vague folds, sinister
and conspiratorlike, of his ot dark paleto were
the outlines of his person obscured; on the con-
trary, his figure (such it was, don't boast of
it) was we'll set off by civilized coat and silken
| vest quite pretty to behold. The defiant and pa
gan bonnet gree had vanished bare headed he
came upon us, carrying Christian hat in bis
gloved hand. The little looked we'll very
well; there was clearness of amity in his blue
eye, and glow of good feeling his dark com
plexion, which passed perfectly in the place of
beauty; really did not care to observe that his
nose, though far from small, was Of no particular
shade, and his cheek thin, his brow marked and
| square, his mouth rosebud one accepted him
as he was, and felt his presence the reverse of
damping or insignificant
He passed to his desk; he placed on the same
his hat and gloves. s'Bon jour, mes amies,'' said
he, in a tone that somehow made amends to some
among US for many sharp snap and savage snarl,
not a jocund, good fellow tone, still less an inc
tlous priessy accent, but voice he had, belong
ing to himself-a voice used when his heart passed
the word to his lips. That same heart did speak
sometmes-though an irritable, it not an os-
sifled organ; in its core place, tender be-
yond mans tenderness; a place that humbled
him to little children, that bound him to girls and
women, to whom, rebel as he would, he could not
dlsoWn his affinity, not quite deny that on the
whole, he was better with them than with his own
sex.
s'We all wish monsieur good-day, and present
to him our congratulations on the anniversary of
his fete," said Mademoiselle Zelie, constituting
herself spokeswoman of the assembly, and adj
vancing with no more twists of ahectation than,
with her, were indispensable to the achievement of
motion; she laid her costly bouquet before him.
He bowed over it.
The long train of offerings followed; all the pu-
pills, sweeping past with the gliding steps foreign
ers practice, left their tributes they went by
Each girl so dexterously adjusted her separate
gift that, when the last bouquet was laid on the
desk, it formed the apex to blooming pyramid
a pyramid blooming, spreading, and towering with
such exuberance as, in the end, to eclipse the hero
behind 1t. This ceremony over, seats were re-
sumed, and we sat in dead silence, expectant Of q
speech.
suppose five minutes might have elapsed, and
the hush remained unbroken; ten, and there was no
sound. Fl
Many present began, doubtless, to wonder for
what monsieur wanted; as well they might Voice.
less and viewless, stirless and voorhees, he kept
his station behind the pile of flowers.
At last there issued forth voice, rather deep,
as if it spoke out Of hollow
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Mademoiselle zelie looked round. t.
ssY on have all presented your bouquets 2, in
CURED she of the pupils. ..
les; they had all given their nosegays from the
eldest to the youngest from tho tallest TO the most
dminutive. The senior mistress signifed as .s
much.
ssEst-ce la tout p" was reiterated in an information
which, deep before, had now descended some notes
lower s--.te
''Monseur," said Mademoiselle ST. Pierre, RI
sing, and this time speaking with her own sweet
smile, 81 have the honor to tell you that, with a
single exception, every person in classe has offer
ed her bouquet. For Mees Luce monsieur will
kindly make allowances; as foreigner, she proba--
ply DID not know our customs, did not appreci-
ate their significance. Mees Lucie has regarded
this ceremony as too frivolous to be honored by
her observance
"Famous 70 muttered between my teeth;
gn.'' -.
The answer vouchsafed to Mademoiselle st.
flerre from the estrada given in the gestcula-
ton OF hand from behind the pyramid. This
manual action seemed to deprecate words, to ell
join silence
A form, ere long, followed the hand. Monsieur
emerged from his eclipse, and producing himself
upon the front Of his esrade and gazing straight ID
and ixedly before him at vast ssmappemonde'
covering the wall opposite, he demanded third
time, and now in really tragic tones
ssEst-ce la tout 20
might yet have made all right by stepping for
ward and slipping into his hand the ruddy little
shell-box l at that moment held tight in nv own.
It was what had fully purposed to do; but, first,
the comic side o. monsieurs behavior had tempt-
20 ie 70 delay. and now Mademoiselle St. Pierre's
ahecteo interference produced contumacy. The
reader not having hitherto bad any cause to as
cripe 10 MISS Snowe's character the most distant
pretenson to perfection, will be scarcely surprised
10 learn that she felt too perverse defend herself
from any imputation the Parisienne might choose
to lnsinuate; and besides, NJ. Paul was SO tragic.
and took my detection SO seriously he deserved to
be vexed., l kept, then, both my box and nv
countenance, and sat insensate as any stone
"lt is well ~ dropped at length from the lus of
M Paul; and having uttered this phrase the sha
dow OF some great parOXysm-the swell of wrath
scorn, resolve-passed over his brow rippled his
ups, and lined his cheeks. Gulping down all fur
t Iner comment he launched into his customary