"Oui, Monsher!"

"J'espère que Monsieur en a été content."

"Cette très James! what is wonderful in French?" said Mr. Brown, sotto voce, to his companion. "Cette ettonant, Monsher." "What an odd idea," said Brown again, sotto voce, "to suppose I should be contented on the mountain!"

The Frenchman announced his intention of going up as soon as his guide was ready.

"Moi je dis que c'est bieng dangeroo à venir en bas encore," observed Mr. Brown, feeling his supe riority in having already accomplished the feat.

"Comment! Monsieur trouve la descente dangereuse! Apparemment Monsieur n'a jamais fait la descente des montagnes Russes?”

"Non, Monsher! je n'ai pas etty dans Russie." "Ce n'est pas nécessaire, Monsieur ; c'est à Paris qu'on trouve les montagnes Russes. Ah! ah!

c'est une chose à voir, cela; parlez moi de c'a en fait de descente! Je parie qu'ici on ne trouve rien de pareil."

Brown had nothing to say to this; for the Frenchman spoke so fast, he could not follow his meaning.

"T., my dear!" said a middle-aged lady to her husband, "don't your knees ache dreadful bad?” T.'s knees did ache.

"I never felt mine in such a way before." "Perhaps, Ma'am," said a gentleman who had lately joined their party, "you never walked down a mountain before?”

"Why, I can't say I ever did walk down a real mountain before," replied the lady: "but I know what a steep hill is pretty well."

"You have been in Scotland then, perhaps,

"No, Sir! I can't say that I have ever been much from London before; but many and many

a time have I ran up and down that hill in Kensington Gardens, which, some people who have travelled say, looks for all the world like the creature of a volcano."

The two gentlemen were now summoned. "Tout est prêt," said the landlord, with a bow; and, in a few minutes more, Dacre and Mr. Howard had entered upon that undertaking, which they had just heard so amply discussed in the salle publique. As they proceeded on their walk, they saw groups of other amateur mountaineers collected round a little chapel: it was that erected on the spot where Gessler fell by the arrow of Tell. They stopped, like the others, to look at what was worth seeing only from its association with the event it records.

"I almost doubt," observed Mr. Howard, as they continued their route, "whether, at the end of five hundred years, the memory of

Napoleon or the Duke of Wellington will be more cherished or renowned in their respective countries than that of this simple mountain hero in his. Time seems to have no power to lessen their interest in his name and deeds.”

"Because time cannot lessen their interest in the cause for which he fought," replied Dacre. "Others have fought from ambition—they have fought for power, for profit, or for fame; but this simple peasant fought from patriotism-he fought for liberty, and his name is identified with the cause.

"And Liberty," said Howard, smiling, "is, I know, the goddess of your idolatry."

"Yes!" replied Dacre, "I will not deny my worship, though not quite such an enthusiast as you suppose; for I believe you really sometimes think me capable of wishing to sacrifice my divinity as an offering to herself."

Many have done so before," replied Mr. Howard; "for there are many whose zeal has

outstepped their judgment."

"Probably," said Dacre, "with many the cause of Liberty has not been a matter of judgment."

"I should think certainly not," observed Mr. Howard, "to judge by the patriotism and courage displayed by men of desperate character or fortune."

"There is no doubt," rejoined Dacre," that this zeal in behalf of others springs sometimes from indifference to ourselves. There is naturally a greater willingness to risk a life that has lost its value to its owner. Perhaps," said he thoughtfully," the opinions of all are too easily biassed by their feelings; perhaps even the liberality and patriotism of a disappointed man

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