greedy, and hypocritical, and fifty years old, has a right to lead a guileless nature into wrong! Ah! if some of us old folks were to go to school to our children, I am sure, madam, it would do us a great deal of good. There is a fund of good sense and honorable feeling about my great grandson Tommy, which is more valuable than all his grandpapa's experience and knowledge of the world. Knowledge of the world forsooth! Compromise, selfishness modified, and doubledealing! Tom disdains a lie: when he wants a peach, he roars for it. If his mother wishes to go to a party, she coaxes, and wheedles, and manages, and smirks, and courtesies for months, in order to get her end; takes twenty rebuffs, and comes up to the scratch again smiling; and this woman is forever lecturing her daughters, and preaching to her sons upon virtue, honesty, and moral behavior!

that it may arrive for many scores of years yet to come is, I am sure, the prayer of all the contributors and all the readers of the Cornhill— and with it his Excellency Lord Estridge's grand annual fête in honor of his sovereign. A card for their ball was left at Madame Smolensk's, for General, Mrs., and Miss Baynes; and no doubt Monsieur Slyboots Walsingham Hely was the artful agent by whom the invitation was forwarded. Once more the general's veteran uniform came out from the tin-box with its dingy epaulets and little cross and ribbon. His wife urged on him strongly the necessity of having a new wig, wigs being very cheap and good at Paris-but Baynes said a new wig would make his old coat look very shabby: and a new uniform would cost more money than he would like to afford. So shabby he went de cape à pied, with a moulting feather, a threadbare suit, a tarnished wig, and a worn-out lace, sibi constans. Boots, trowsers, sash, coat, were all old and worse for wear, and "faith," says he, "my face follows suit.' A brave, silent man was Baynes, with a twinkle of humor in his lean, wrinkled face.

Mrs. Hely's little party at the Hôtel de la Terrasse was very pleasant and bright; and Miss Charlotte enjoyed it, although her swain was not present. But Philip was pleased that his little Charlotte should be happy. She beheld with wonderment Parisian duchesses, American millionaires, dandies from the embassies, deputies And if General Baynes was shabbily attired and peers of France with large stars and wigs at the Embassy ball, I think I know a friend of like papa. She gayly described her party to mine who was shabby too. In the days of his Philip; described, that is to say, every thing prosperity Mr. Philip was parcus cultor et inbut her own success, which was undoubted.frequens of balls, routs, and ladies' company. There were many beauties at Mrs. Hely's, but Perhaps because his father was angered at nobody fresher or prettier. The Miss Black- Philip's neglect of his social advantages and inlocks retired very early and in the worst possible difference as to success in the world, Philip was temper. Prince Slyboots did not in the least the more neglectful and indifferent. The eldheed their going away. His thoughts were all er's comedy-smiles, and solemn, hypocritical fixed upon little Charlotte. Charlotte's mamina politeness, caused scorn and revolt on the part saw the impression which the girl made, and of the younger man. Philip despised the humwas filled with a hungry joy. Good-natured bug, and the world to which such humbug could Mrs. Hely complimented her on her daughter. be welcome. He kept aloof from tea-parties "Thank God, she is as good as she is pretty, then his evening-dress clothes served him for a said the mother, I am sure speaking seriously long time. I can not say how old his dress-coat this time regarding her daughter. Prince Sly- was at the time of which we are writing. But boots danced with scarce any body else. He he had been in the habit of respecting that garraised a perfect whirlwind of compliments round ment, and considering it new and handsome for about her. She was quite a simple person, and many years past. Meanwhile the coat had did not understand one-tenth part of what he shrunk, or its wearer had grown stouter; and said to her. He strewed her path with roses of his grand embroidered, embossed, illuminated, poesy: he scattered garlands of sentiment be- carved and gilt velvet dress waistcoat, too, had fore her all the way from the ante-chamber narrowed, had become absurdly tight and short, down stairs, and so to the fly which was in wait- and I dare say was the laughing-stock of many ing to take her and her parents home to the of Philip's acquaintances, while he himself, poor boarding-house. "By George, Charlotte, I simple fellow! was fancying that it was a most think you have smitten that fellow!" cried the splendid article of apparel. You know in the general, who was infinitely amused by young Palais Royal they hang out the most splendid Hely-his raptures, his affectations, his long reach-me-down dressing-gowns, waistcoats, and hair, and what Baynes called his low dress. A so forth. "No," thought Philip, coming out slight white tape and a ruby button confined of his cheap dining-house, and swaggering along Hely's neck. His hair waved over his shoulders. the arcades, and looking at the tailors' shops, Baynes had never seen such a specimen. At with his hands in his pockets. "My brown the mess of the stout 120th the lads talked of velvet dress waistcoat with the gold sprigs, which their dogs, horses, and sport. A young civilian, I had made at college, is a much more tasty smattering in poetry, chattering in a dozen lan- thing than these gaudy ready-made articles. guages, scented, smiling, perfectly at ease with And my coat is old certainly, but the brass buthimself and the world, was a novelty to the old tons are still very bright and handsome, and, in officer. fact, is a most becoming and gentlemanlike And now the Queen's birthday arrived-and thing." And under this delusion the honest

fellow dressed himself in his old clothes, lighted | bourg St. Honoré to the Hotel of the British a pair of candles, and looked at himself with Embassy. A half-mile queue of carriages was satisfaction in the looking-glass, drew on a pair formed along the street, and of course the enof cheap gloves which he had bought, walked by trance to the hotel was magnificently illuminthe Quays, and over the Deputies' Bridge, across ated. the Place Louis XV., and strutted up the Fau

A plague on those cheap gloves! Why had

not Philip paid three francs for a pair of gloves, and never thought of him except as a partner. instead of twenty-nine sous? Mrs. Baynes had "Oh, too much happiness! Oh that this could found a capital cheap glove shop, whither poor last forever!" sighed Hely, after a waltz, polka, Phil had gone in the simplicity of his heart; mazurka, I know not what, and fixing on Charand now, as he went in under the grand illumin- lotte the full blaze of his beauteous blue eyes. ated porte-cochère, Philip saw that the gloves"Forever?" cries Charlotte, laughing. "I'm had given way at the thumbs, and that his very fond of dancing, indeed. And you dance hands appeared through the rents, as red as raw beautifully. But I don't know that I should beef-steaks. It is wonderful how red hands will like to dance forever." Ere the words are over look through holes in white gloves. "And he is whirling her round the room again. His there's that hole in my boot, too," thought Phil; little feet fly with surprising agility. His hair but he had put a little ink over the seam, and so floats behind him. He scatters odors as he the rent was imperceptible. The coat and waist- spins. The handkerchief with which he fans coat were tight, and of a past age. Never mind. his pale brow is like a cloudy film of muslin; The chest was broad, the arms were muscular and poor old Philip sees with terror that his and long, and Phil's face, in the midst of a halo pocket-handkerchief has got three great holes of fair hair and flaming whiskers, looked brave, in it. His nose and one eye appeared through honest, and handsome. For a while his eyes one of the holes while Phil was wiping his forewandered fiercely and restlessly all about the head. It was very hot. He was very hot. He room from group to group; but now-ah! now was hotter, though standing still, than young -they were settled. They had met another Hely, who was dancing. "He! he! I compair of eyes, which lighted up with glad wel-pliment you on your gloves and your handkercome when they beheld him. Two young cheeks chief, I'm sure," sniggers Mrs. Baynes, with a mantled with a sweet blush. These were Char- toss of her turban. Has it not been said that a lotte's cheeks; and hard by them were mamma's, bull is a strong, courageous, and noble animal, of a very different color. But Mrs. General but a bull in a china-shop is not in his place? Baynes had a knowing turban on, and a set of "There you go. Thank you! I wish you'd go garnets round her old neck, like gooseberries set somewhere else," cries Mrs. Baynes, in a fury. in gold. Poor Philip's foot has just gone through her flounce. How red he is! how much hotter than ever! There go Hely and Charlotte, whirling round like two opera-dancers! Philip grinds his teeth, he buttons his coat across his chest. How very tight it feels! How savagely his eyes glare! Do young men still look savage and solemn at balls? An ingenuous young English

They admired the rooms: they heard the names of the great folks who arrived, and beheld many famous personages. They made their courtesies to the embassadress. Confusion! With a great rip, the thumb of one of those cheap gloves of Philip's parts company from the rest of the glove, and he is obliged to wear it crumpled up in his hand: a dreadful mishapman ought to do that duty of dancing, of course. for he is going to dance with Charlotte, and he will have to give his hand to the vis-à-vis.

Society calls upon him. But I doubt whether he ought to look cheerful during the performance, or flippantly engage in so grave a matter.

As Charlotte's sweet round face beamed smiles upon Philip over Hely's shoulders, it looked so happy that he never thought of grudging her her pleasure: and happy he might have remained in this contemplation, regarding not the circle of dancers who were galloping and whirling on at their usual swift rate, but her, who was the centre of all joy and pleasure for him, when suddenly a shrill voice was heard behind him, cry

Who comes up smiling, with a low neck, with waving curls and whiskers, pretty little hands exquisitely gloved, and tiny feet? "Tis Hely Walsingham, lightest in the dance. Most affably does Mrs. General Baynes greet the young fellow. Very brightly and happily do Charlotte's eyes glance toward her favorite partner. It is certain that poor Phil can't hope at all to dance like Hely. "And see what nice neat feet and hands he has got," says Mrs. Baynes. “Comme il est bien ganté! A gentleman oughting, "Get out of the way, hang you!” and sudto be always well gloved."

"Why did you send me to the twenty-ninesous shop?" says Poor Phil, looking at his tattered hand-shoes, and red obtrusive thumb.

"Oh you!"-(here Mrs. Baynes shrugs her yellow old shoulders). "Your hands would burst through any gloves! How do you do, Mr. Hely! Is your mamma here? Of course she is! What a delightful party she gave us! The dear embassadress looks quite unwell— most pleasing manners, I am sure; and Lord Estridge, what a perfect gentleman!"

denly there bounced against him Ringwood Twysden, pulling Miss Flora Trotter round the room, one of the most powerful and intrepid dancers of that season at Paris. They hurtled past Philip; they shot him forward against a pillar. He heard a screech, an oath, and another loud laugh from Twysden, and beheld the scowls of Miss Trotter as that rapid creature bumped at length into a place of safety.

As he stag

I told you about Philip's coat. It was very tight. The daylight had long been struggling to make an entry at the seams. The Bayneses were just come. For what gered up against the wall, crack! went a great dance was Miss Baynes disengaged? "As hole at his back; and crack! one of his gold many as ever you like!" cries Charlotte, who, buttons came off, leaving a rent in his chest. in fact, called Hely her little dancing-master, It was in those days when gold buttons still lin