Eh?" "You are right !" "Well, she looks up at me this way," (here ho achieved a vile imitation of his daughter's modest glance, not at all like her) "and looking at me, she sez quietly, ' That's what I'm goin' for, and to improve my mind.' He !he! he ! It's a f ack ! To marry a nobleman and improve her mind ! Ha ! ha ! ha !" The evident enjoyment that he took in this, and the quiet ignoring of any thing of a moral quality in his daughter's sentiments, or in his thus confiding them to a stranger's ears, again upset all my theories. I may Bay here that it is one of the evidences of original character, that it is apt to bafHe all prognosis from a mere observer's stand point. But I recalled it some months after we parted in England. I was at an enter tainment given in Paris by the heirs, execu tors, and asaigns of an admirale man, long since gathered to his fathers in Pare la Chaise, but whose Shakespeare-like bust still looks calmly and benevolently down on the riotous revelry of absurd wickedness, of which he was, when living, the patron saint. The entertainment was of such a character that, while the performers were chiefly women, a majority of the spectators were men. The few exceptions were foreigners, and among them I quickly recognised my fair fellow countrywomen, the Mountmorrises. "Don't thay that you've theen uth here," said the youngest Miss Mountmorris, "for ith only a lark. Ith awfully funny ! And that ftiend of yourth from Injianny ith here with hith daughter." It did not take me long to find out my friend Uncle Joshua's serious, practical, unsympathetic face in the front row of tables and benches. At this mo ment, Mdlle. "Rochfort, from the Orangerie, skipped out of the quadrille immediately before us, caught her light skirts in either hand, and executed a pas that lifted tho hat from the eyes of some of the front spectators aud pulled it down over the eyes of others. The Mountmorrisses flut-^ tered away with a half hysterical giggle and y a half-confounded escort. 