unruffled calm of a Red Indian. "Pru- | a prattle at her ear, and had the rare gift dence," he said, "will you permit me to of seeming to understand it. present to you my friend, Mr. Airey?" "I am afraid, I really am awfully afraid that I am intruding here," said the polite Englishman. "Why, no," said the lady, with a slight delay on each word to emphasize her negative; and she added, "you can help me to choose a winter jacket. Do you like that?" and she pointed to a garment, which was floating up and down the room on a most elegant young person, who had risen in life by the remarkable fall in her back. "Charming, charming! upon my word exceedingly pretty!" "Which do you mean?" asked the lady, demurely. Mr. Airey was delighted. These little American women have so much self-possession and so much spirit. They are so friendly without being fast. His heart warmed to her, as it does to all pretty women. He enjoys their society, as he delights in Paris. In their presence he feels himself kindled to wit: when they are gone, he will moralize on them by the hour. He is ever ready "to break a comparison or two on a charming lady. "It must be a strange life," he observed, lowering his voice, "this sweeping up and down and bending of the body under other people's jackets.' "My figure is my fortune," remarked Mr. Armstead, who was standing very upright by his wife, and staring at the gliding garment. 66 "Why, it must be delightful!" exclaimed Mrs. Armstead. Only fancy being always sure to have on the very latest thing!" "Good gracious! how frivolous!" thought Mr. Airey. "It is evident that I must go to my banker's," said the lady's husband. "Shall I have the pleasure of your company, sir, or do you remain among the jackets? The lady looked an invitation prettily. "How charming!" thought Mr. Airey; and he said, "I think, if Mrs. Armstead will allow me, I will stop and put her into her carriage." The lady smiled, and her husband stalked off alone to his banker. The Englishman now bloomed into talk with so much sprightliness and vivacity, that Madame Lalouette was reduced to a fixed smile of appreciation, and Mees could no longer display her unique power of language. Mrs. Ármstead rewarded her cavalier with occasional smiles and nods, while she gave her undivided attention to the business before her. She liked Having finally decided how the jacket was to be cut, how it was to be decorated, and what it was to cost, she became lighthearted, and for conversation's sake began to babble of her doubts. She wondered if she had chosen right. Did he think that the shape would go with the latest gowns? Was it too heavy? Was it not too light? Would it be very becoming? To all these questions she waited for no answer, but stepped daintily into her brougham. Then she gave the gentleman some fingers beautifully gloved through the window, and said smiling, "I have half a mind to go back and countermand it. Would you be so good as to tell me the time? Thank you so much. How late! And I have forgotten little Bobby's medicine again. I guess I won't go back about the jacket. Home!" Thereupon she was swept away, leaving Mr. Airey with his hat in his hand. He stood holding his hat and staring after the carriage, until a fat French lady of fashion pushed him off the pavement, while her little darling of a dog ran between his legs. Having unwound himself from the animal's chain, and murmured an apology to its owner, Mr. Airey put on his hat and heaved a sigh. "I have forgotten little Bobby's medicine again!" he repeated, as he moved away. "And they talk of the frivolity of French women! Poor little Bobby! This moralist has a tender heart, and delights to exercise it. Pathetic were the pictures which he conjured up of the little innocent. He thought of Tiny Tim and little Paul Dombey. He fancied the sick child lying like a faded flower on his small bed, and lisping blessings on his mother, whose whole mind was concentrated on the choice of a winter jacket. She had forgotten the medicine again. How often had she forgotten it? Perhaps for months that little blighted child had been sighing for the lively tonic, or the dark-brown cod-liver oil; but the hand which should have administered the draught, whilst its fellow soothed the pillow of the sufferer, was poising bonnets or fingering fringes. Perhaps at that very moment poor little Bobby was looking his last look into his mother's eyes, and whispering, "Never mind, mother, it's too late. I sha'n't want the physic now. You may take it all yourself." "But this is weakness," said Mr. Airey to himself, as he found the tears in his eyes. He went home like a man bent on discharging a duty, and springing light as a French thinker from the particular to the general, wrote in his diary, "American women have even less feeling than Parisian." hesitation he followed her. The sight which he beheld was indeed surprising. On the table stood a bottle of physic, and by it the most delicate of sweetbreads untasted. Mr. Armstead, his somewhat 66 66 A week passed, and Mr. Airey had not called upon his Boston acquaintances. It was no small sacrifice. Had any one ever told him that he was in love with a mar- rugged face softened by emotion, was ried woman, his neatly-arranged hair bending like a breech-loader with the would have risen and betrayed the thin charge withdrawn, over a comfortable places. Nevertheless, on some of those sofa. Opposite to him was his wife, who platforms which in countless number lie had sunk upon the floor, and with tears between the abyss of love and the heights pouring down her cheeks was soothing of sublime indifference, the estimable the little sufferer. The little sufferer! gentleman moved with ease and grace. Between husband and wife, propped by The pleasure which he felt in the society the softest pillows, draped by the softest of a charming woman was, to some extent, shawls, important and deeply conscious of unlike that which he derived from the his importance, reclined the prince of conversation of his maiden aunt or his pugs. Mr. Armstead came forward. former tutor. The unlike element, what-"How do you do, sir?" he said, "I hoped ever it may be, never troubled his con- that you were the physician. Have you any science; but when he was forced to dis- acquaintance with the maladies of dogs?" approve of an attractive woman, he man- "None whatever," said Mr. Airey, tartly; fully resisted his inclination for her com- "and indeed I am glad to see that you pany. He resisted his tendency to call can interest yourself in a dog at such a upon the Armsteads for a full week. moment." "At such a moment!" re"Unmothered mother!-heartless, piti- peated the other slowly. When little less!" he frequently repeated to himself, Bobby," began the Englishman, visibly recalling the words of Telemachus, and affected. Why, sir, this is little Bobby." thereby raising himself to a heroic eleva- At the sound of his name, uttered in tion. Yet he was decidedly bored. He that measured tone which he knew so well, had walked daily on the Boulevard des the sufferer turned a plaintive eye upon Capucines, the Rue de la Paix, the Rue the intruder. "Behold how the greatde Rivoli, and the Champs Elysées. He minded suffer," he seemed to say. His had stared into all the chocolate-shops, skin was so loose, that it would have been and gaped at the allegorical works of well had an accomplished workwoman Rubens in the Louvre. He had moralized gathered it in at his waist. His coat was before the ruins of the Tuileries, and had stary, and his tail, that sign of his nobility, scanned with approval that costly triumph uncurled. The lines about his ebon visof indigestible gingerbread, distant cousin age were deepened by illness. The face of our own Albert Memorial, the new told of suffering, but of a certain pride in Opera-House. He had laughed under the interest which it excited. The large protest at M. Lecocq's last opera, and dark eye was turned upon Mr. Airey, but stared with blank amazement at the newest awoke no pity in his breast. That he social problem of M. Dumas a problem should have expended a whole week's on the immediate solution of which the sentiment upon a sick dog! As well sit existence of society evidently depended, down in the ditch with the great Mr. while he and the majority of mankind had Sterne to lament over a dead donkey. been completely ignorant of its existence. "I think I had better go," said the morMr. Airey was bored; but still he would alist, with a glance at Mrs. Armstead. “I not yield. It is strange, if we consider am afraid that my wife is not equal to his fixed determination, that he remem- conversation at present. I trust that we bered the Armsteads' number so clearly; shall have the pleasure of seeing you yet more strange that on the eighth day under happier circumstances." after their former meeting he had his thanks, I'm sure, ah," murmured the vishand on the bell of their apartment. Per-itor, and he glanced again at the lady. hape he went to moralize, perhaps to offer She was wholly unconscious of his presmedicine. The door was opened by a French maid, who was crying in a most becoming fashion. The visitor's imagination was roused. "Is it Bobby?" he gasped. She nodded prettily. She could not speak for weeping. She led the way into the first room; and after a moment's Ah, ence. She was holding the limp right hand of the patient in her own, and was bathing it with her tears. Mr. Airey departed abruptly. The next morning, as the moralist was toying with his breakfast, and meditating fitfully on the New-England character, a "Charming, charming! upon my word exceedingly pretty!" "Which do you mean?" asked the lady, demurely. Mr. Airey was delighted. These little American women have so much self-possession and so much spirit. They are so friendly without being fast. His heart warmed to her, as it does to all pretty women. He enjoys their society, as he delights in Paris. In their presence he feels himself kindled to wit: when they are gone, he will moralize on them by the hour. He is ever ready "to break a comparison or two" on a charming lady. "It must be a strange life," he observed, lowering his voice, "this sweeping up and down and bending of the body under other people's jackets." "My figure is my fortune," remarked Mr. Armstead, who was standing very upright by his wife, and staring at the gliding garment. "Why, it must be delightful!" exclaimed Mrs. Armstead. "Only fancy being always sure to have on the very latest thing!" "Good gracious! how frivolous!" thought Mr. Airey. "It is evident that I must go to my banker's," said the lady's husband. "Shall I have the pleasure of your company, sir, or do you remain among the jackets? The lady looked an invitation prettily. "How charming!" thought Mr. Airey; and he said, "I think, if Mrs. Armstead will allow me, I will stop and put her into her carriage." The lady smiled, and her husband stalked off alone to his banker. The Englishman now bloomed into talk with so much sprightliness and vivacity, that Madame Lalouette was reduced to a fixed smile of appreciation, and Mees could no longer display her unique power of language. Mrs. Ármstead rewarded her cavalier with occasional smiles and nods, while she gave her undivided attention to the business before her. She liked a prattle at her ear, and had the rare gift of seeming to understand it. Having finally decided how the jacket was to be cut, how it was to be decorated, and what it was to cost, she became lighthearted, and for conversation's sake began to babble of her doubts. She wondered if she had chosen right. Did he think that the shape would go with the latest gowns? Was it too heavy? Was it not too light? Would it be very becoming? To all these questions she waited for no answer, but stepped daintily into her brougham. Then she gave the gentleman some fingers beautifully gloved through the window, and said smiling, "I have half a mind to go back and countermand it. Would you be so good as to tell me the time? Thank you so much. How late! And I have forgotten little Bobby's medicine again. I guess I won't go back about the jacket. Home!" Thereupon she was swept away, leaving Mr. Airey with his hat in his hand. He stood holding his hat and staring after the carriage, until a fat French lady of fashion pushed him off the pavement, while her little darling of a dog ran between his legs. Having unwound himself from the animal's chain, and murmured an apology to its owner, Mr. Airey put on his hat and heaved a sigh. "I have forgotten little Bobby's medicine again!" he repeated, as he moved away. "And they talk of the frivolity of French women! Poor little Bobby!" This moralist has a tender heart, and delights to exercise it. Pathetic were the pictures which he conjured up of the little innocent. He thought of Tiny Tim and little Paul Dombey. He fancied the sick child lying like a faded flower on his small bed, and lisping blessings on his mother, whose whole mind was concentrated on the choice of a winter jacket. She had forgotten the medicine again. How often had she forgotten it? Perhaps for months that little blighted child had been sighing for the lively tonic, or the dark-brown cod-liver oil; but the hand which should have administered the draught, whilst its fellow soothed the pillow of the sufferer, was poising bonnets or fingering fringes. Perhaps at that very moment poor little Bobby was looking his last look into his mother's eyes, and whispering, "Never mind, mother, it's too late. I sha'n't want the physic now. You may take it all yourself." "But this is weakness," said Mr. Airey to himself, as he found the tears in his eyes. He went home like a man bent on discharging a duty, and springing light as a French thinker from the particular to the general, 66 wrote in his diary, "American women hesitation he followed her. The sight have even less feeling than Parisian." which he beheld was indeed surprising. A week passed, and Mr. Airey had not On the table stood a bottle of physic, and called upon his Boston acquaintances. It by it the most delicate of sweetbreads unwas no small sacrifice. Had any one ever tasted. Mr. Armstead, his somewhat told him that he was in love with a mar- rugged face softened by emotion, was ried woman, his neatly-arranged hair bending like a breech-loader with the would have risen and betrayed the thin charge withdrawn, over a comfortable places. Nevertheless, on some of those sofa. Opposite to him was his wife, who platforms which in countless number lie had sunk upon the floor, and with tears between the abyss of love and the heights pouring down her cheeks was soothing of sublime indifference, the estimable the little sufferer. The little sufferer! gentleman moved with ease and grace. Between husband and wife, propped by The pleasure which he felt in the society the softest pillows, draped by the softest of a charming woman was, to some extent, shawls, important and deeply conscious of unlike that which he derived from the his importance, reclined the prince of conversation of his maiden aunt or his pugs. Mr. Armstead came forward. former tutor. The unlike element, what-"How do you do, sir?" he said, "I hoped ever it may be, never troubled his con- that you were the physician. Have you any science; but when he was forced to dis- acquaintance with the maladies of dogs?" approve of an attractive woman, he man- "None whatever," said Mr. Airey, tartly; fully resisted his inclination for her com- "and indeed I am glad to see that you pany. He resisted his tendency to call can interest yourself in a dog at such a upon the Armsteads for a full week. moment." "At such a moment!" re"Unmothered mother!-heartless, piti-peated the other slowly. "When little less!" he frequently repeated to himself, Bobby," began the Englishman,_visibly recalling the words of Telemachus, and affected. Why, sir, this is little Bobby." thereby raising himself to a heroic eleva- At the sound of his name, uttered in tion. Yet he was decidedly bored. He that measured tone which he knew so well, had walked daily on the Boulevard des the sufferer turned a plaintive eye upon Capucines, the Rue de la Paix, the Rue the intruder. "Behold how the greatde Rivoli, and the Champs Elysées. He minded suffer," he seemed to say. His had stared into all the chocolate-shops, skin was so loose, that it would have been and gaped at the allegorical works of well had an accomplished workwoman Rubens in the Louvre. He had moralized gathered it in at his waist. His coat was before the ruins of the Tuileries, and had stary, and his tail, that sign of his nobility, scanned with approval that costly triumph uncurled. The lines about his ebon visof indigestible gingerbread, distant cousin age were deepened by illness. The face of our own Albert Memorial, the new told of suffering, but of a certain pride in Opera-House. He had laughed under the interest which it excited. The large protest at M. Lecocq's last opera, and dark eye was turned upon Mr. Airey, but stared with blank amazement at the newest awoke no pity in his breast. That he social problem of M. Dumas- a problem should have expended a whole week's on the immediate solution of which the sentiment upon a sick dog! As well sit existence of society evidently depended, down in the ditch with the great Mr. while he and the majority of mankind had Sterne to lament over a dead donkey. been completely ignorant of its existence." I think I had better go," said the morMr. Airey was bored; but still he would alist, with a glance at Mrs. Armstead. “I not yield. It is strange, if we consider am afraid that my wife is not equal to his fixed determination, that he remem- conversation at present. I trust that we bered the Armsteads' number so clearly; shall have the pleasure of seeing you yet more strange that on the eighth day under happier circumstances." after their former meeting he had his thanks, I'm sure, ah," murmured the vishand on the bell of their apartment. Per-itor, and he glanced again at the lady. hape he went to moralize, perhaps to offer She was wholly unconscious of his presmedicine. The door was opened by a ence. She was holding the limp right French maid, who was crying in a most hand of the patient in her own, and was becoming fashion. The visitor's imagina- bathing it with her tears. Mr. Airey detion was roused. "Is it Bobby?" he parted abruptly. gasped. She nodded prettily. She could not speak for weeping. She led the way into the first room; and after a moment's "Ah, The next morning, as the moralist was toying with his breakfast, and meditating fitfully on the New-England character, å curious note was brought to him. It was | into the cliff and the low land. The cliff shaped like a fan. He opened it with a is a rock rising to an elevation of ninety to sniff of scorn. "Another novelty!" he exclaimed testily. "Our mustard-pots are made like beer-jugs; we shall soon have beer-jugs in the shape of baths, and baths disguised as hansom cabs. Marvellous powers of invention truly!" He spread out the sham fan, and read the nimble-pointed characters: "DEAR MR. AIREY,- How you must have wondered at my strange conduct yesterday! I was in the deepest despair, and quite unfit to receive anybody. To-day all looks bright again. The dear doctor came soon after you left. He is reckoned very clever, and attends the dogs of the best people in Paris of all parties. The favourite hound of the Duc d'Aumerle, la Marquise de Baldefée's famous spaniels (of course you remember M. Casimir's brilliant mot), and M. Baretta's new poodle Fraternité, are among his patients. He says that our little Bobby has no serious málady, but recommends a warmer climate. So we start at once for the south. and shall winter at Nice. I should prefer the Nile, but hear that the boats are so irritating for dogs. Will you do me a great favour, and send me some cleansing tablets when you go back to London? I would not trouble you, but they are invaluable for Bobby's skin. My husband is in despair at having to leave without returning your visit. Perhaps we may meet somewhere in the south. Very cordially PRUDENCE ARMSTEAD." yours, -- "I buy tablets for that cur!" cried Mr. Airey. "Well, I suppose I shall," he added. He could eat no more breakfast. He took down his diary, and wrote in it with the air of one who fulfils an important duty" American women are absurdly over-sensitive." From The Saturday Review. HELIGOLAND. ON Tuesday evening the House of Lords had a debate on India, the greatest, while on Monday evening it had turned its attention to Heligoland, the smallest, possession of the British crown. As the number of persons who know where Heligoland is may perhaps be limited, we will mention that it is an island, or rather group of islands, in the German Ocean, twenty-five miles from the mouths of the Elbe, Weser, and Eider. The main island is divided one hundred and seventy feet above the level of the sea. The summit is a tolerably level plain, about forty-two hundred paces in circumference. The lowland adjoining has two good harbours. The circumference of the whole island does not exceed three miles. In former ages it was of much greater extent. It has been the waves, and lately it has been eaten up during many centuries much consumed by by rabbits. It was anciently the residence of a chief of the Sicambri, and the seat of worship of a Saxon deity. When the Enthe war with Denmark, it became the depot glish took possession of it in 1807, during for goods which were smuggled into Continental ports; the low land, which had been warehouses; and the population of the an uninhabited down, was covered with island increased to four thousand. More recently it has been a favourite site for gambling-tables, where perhaps the worship of the Saxon deity was continued. On the conclusion of peace in 1814 the probably for the sake of its double harEnglish retained possession of the island, bour, and for the advantage which it offers for defence in having two wells of good water. The English erected batteries and a lighthouse. They placed there a governor and a garrison, but levied no taxes, and did not interfere with the internal government. It is of course under the Lord Carnarvon, who is indefatigable in superintendence of the Colonial Office, and the business of making things pleasant all round with colonists, has not neglected to propitiate the descendants of the Sicambri. We are indebted to Lord Rosebery for calling our attention to this interesting colony by moving for papers relating to Heligoland. It has been said that by the capitulation of 1807 the ancient rights and liberties of the inhabitants were secured to them, and Lord Rosebery desires to ascertain what those ancient rights and liberties precisely were. It is believed, however, that every householder was entitled to be summoned to a council before any taxation could be imposed on him. Things remained almost unchanged until 1864, when Heligoland, like larger colonies, behoved to have a constitution. By an order in council of that year a legislative council was created. It consisted of twelve persons summoned by royal warrant; and when questions of taxation were involved, twelve burghers were to be added to the council by election. By this time, prob |