Year: 1866

society of such gentlemen as NJ. de Nor
bonne, nj. ID. Talleyrand, and the high
minded and polished nobility of France
Whenever he was thinking of the transition,
particularly when absent from his wife, and
tilling the garden of the cottage which they
were going to inhabit, he felt such pangs
and heart throbbing as to make him appre-
hensiye on his return to Mrs Muller's to
meet the looks of his beloved wife, whom
he expected to see bathed in tears. Mean
while, the good hostess would give him a
hearty shake of the hand, and repeat to
him, Happy husband Happy husband!'


At last came the day when the fugitive
family left the boarding house of Mrs. Null
Ter To go and inhabit their little cottage,
where they were to be at last exempt from
want, with an only servant negro, kind
of Jacko' all-trades- gardener, foot
man, and cook The last function VI. de la
Tour-de-pin dreaded most of all to see him
undertake.


1t was almost dinner time. The poor
emigrant went into his little garden to gath
er some fruit, and taIried as long as possible
On his return home his wife was absent
looking for her, he entered the kitchen, and
saw young country woman, who, with her
back to the door, was kneading dough; her
arms of snowy whiteness were bare up to
the elbows NJ de la Tour-du-Pin started;
the young woman turned round It was his
beloved wife, who had exchanged her mus
Inns and silk for a country dress, not as for
fancy ball, but to play the part of real
farmer wife. At the sight of her husband.
her cheeks crimsoned, and she Joined her
hands, in supphcating manner '0h
my love, said she, "do not laugh at me.
am as expert as Mrs Muller


Too full of emotion to speak, he clasps
her to his bosom, and kisses her fervendy
From his inquiries, he learned that when
he thought her given up to despair, she had
employed her time more usefully for their
future happiness. She had taken lessons
from Mrs. Muller and her servants, and,
after six months, had become skillful in the
culinary art, thorough housekeeper, dis
covering her angelic fortitude


"Dearest, continued she, if you knew
how easy it Is We in moment understand
what it would cost a countrywoman some
times one or two years to learn. Now we
shall be happy-you will no longer be afraid
Of eaam for me, nor Of doubts about my
abilities, of which | win give you many
proofs, said she looking with bewitching
smile at him. Come, come, you promised
US salad, and / am going to bake for to-
morrow; the oven is hot Tomorrow the
bread of the town will do-but oh hence
forward leave it to me-


From that moment, Madame de la Tour
du-Pin kept her word; she insisted ON going
herself to Boston to sell vegetables and
cream-cheese. 1t was on such an errand to
town that NJ de Talleyrand met her. The
day after be went to pay her visit, and
found her in the poultry-yard, surrounded
by host of fhungry chicks and pigeons.


She was all that she promised to be. Be-
sides her health had been SO much benefit
ted that she seemed less fatigued by the
fatiguel by the housework than if she had
attended the balls Of the winter. Her beau
ty which had been remarkable In the gorge
Gus palace of Versailles, was dazzling in her
cottage in the New World NJ de Talley-
rand said so to her.


'Indeed' replied she with naiUete-
indeed, do you think SO? am delighted
to hear it. A woman is always and every
where proud of her personal attractions.


At that moment the black servant bolted
into the drawing room, holding in his hand
his jacket, with long rent in the back.
Misses him jacket torn; please mend
him |" She Immediately took needle and
repaired Gullah jacket, and continued the
conversation with charming simplicity.


This little adventure left a deep impres-
sion on the mind of Nj. de Talleyrand, who
used to relate it with that tone Of voice pc
culiar to his narrations.