A woman will go on a shopping tour in quest of a score of dissimilar articles. The ribbon must be ten fingers and a half long' and half a finger wide ; the carpet must be like Mrs. Spriggins', only that she wants hers brown where Mrs. S.s is green ; the first ' knot in the string she carries in her pocket is the width of the window curtain; the second knot, the length of Susie's ; the third knot, of the picture cord, and the whole string; the distance around the centre table. Besides these she has buttons to buy, cotton to select, silk to match, and Heaven knows what not j and she will come home at night without having made a single blunder, with a full satchel and an empty pocket-book, and express packages will be arriving for a week to come. But the strangest part of this strange eventful story is, that she can also tell you off hand the costume of every lady she saw during her' tour, either on the street or in any of the numerous shop 3 visited. Can a man do this?

A young lady belonging to a well-known family in the Faubourg St. Germain, Paris, lately committed suicide under painful cir cumstances. She was engaged to be married to a young Italian, and the banns were already put up, when the expected bride groom decamped with the lady's jewels. On learning the news she swallowed a dose of poison.
