calmed; the ship lay like a log on the water; the sea around was as smooth as a mirror.

"In looking down into the waves, I could see the coral groves, and between them there were various fishes sauntering about, quite at their leisure. Among the rest, I noticed an enormous shark, of the most voracious kind. He was evidently seeking whom he might devour. As I was looking at him, he turned his eye upon me, and showed his white, hooked teeth, as much as to say, 'Come down here, captain, and I will eat you.'

"I did not accept his invitation; but while I was standing by the side of the vessel, my gold watch, chain and all, was accidentally jerked into the sea. Down it went amongst the branches and leaves of the coral. I could see nothing of it, and when I looked for the shark, he was gone.

"There was no help for the accident. The next morning, the breeze sprung up, and we went on our way. We spent two months at Canton, and then set out on our return. When we again arrived in the neighborhood of Madagascar, we were again becalmed. Looking over the side of the ship, I saw a shark, which seemed like the very fellow I had become acquainted with on my outward passage. One of the sailors got a large iron hook, to which a rope was attached; on the hook he fastened a piece of salt pork, and threw it overboard. The shark soon saw the bait, and immediately took it into his jaws, hook and all. The sailor then gave a pull, and the monster was firmly drawn upon deck. He seemed to feel as if he had fallen out of bed, for he made a terrible banging with his tail. Well, the

sailors went to work and cut him open; and what do you think they found?" "The gold watch," said both the ladies at once.

"No," said the captain; "they found nothing but entrails."

A Rogue in Paris.

FEW days since, "Dr. Thierry, a member of the Municipal Council, saw, in the Boulevard, a crowd form round

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a young man, poorly dressed, and who appeared to have fallen exhausted from want of food. Pushing his way up to him, the doctor gave him money, inquired his address, and sent him home in a cabriolet, promising to call and see him in the evening, and do something for him. On going to the address indicated, the doctor was surprised to find that no such person as the unfortunate young man was known there; and he was still more surprised to find that several other charitable individuals had been to inquire after him, but with the same ill success. other circumstances of a like kind, having come to the knowledge of the police, they set an investigation on foot, and soon learned that a young fellow, twenty-four years of age, named Goujon, had for some time past been preying on the public, by pretending to fall exhausted from hunger in the public streets, and by telling a pitiable tale of his distress to the bystanders. As he was shabbily dressed, as his face was daubed in such a manner as to make it deadly pale, and as he played his part admirably, his tale was always believed, and always procured him abundant alms, sometimes as much as thirty

nearly as large as a sheep. It has a pouch for its young ones, like the opossum; with its long, hind legs, and the help of its tail, which operates like a spring, it leaps forty or fifty feet at a bound. The platypus is a quadruped as large as a woodchuck; its body is covered with fur, yet it has a bill like a duck.

There are many other curious creatures here, but nothing is more strange than the native inhabitants. These resemble negroes, and live almost like wild animals. Some of their dwellings are nothing more than hollow caves; yet these people have their fashions and their amusements. Sometimes the men paint their bodies with white stripes, so that they look like walking skeletons; sometimes they engage in wild dances with noisy music. Their modes of courtship are curious. If a man sees a woman he wants for a wife, he takes an opportunity to come upon her unawares; he knocks her down with a club and carries her home; when she comes to her senses, she makes him a dutiful wife.

history of this famous hero, is entitled thus: "A pleasant Song of the valiant Deeds of Chivalry achieved by that noble Knight Sir Guy of Warwick, who, for Love of fair Phillis, became a Hermit, and died in a Cave of a craggy Rock, a Mile distant from Warwick." This story used to be sung to the harp, at Christmas dinners and weddings.

Guy of Warwick, according to the old story, lived in the reign of Athelstan, one of the Saxon kings of England, in the tenth century. He fell in love with the daughter of the Earl of Warwick, in consequence of beholding her beauty at Warwick Castle, where he had been entertained by her father.

In those days, a lover was compelled to signalize himself in arms before he could obtain the hand of his mistress. Sir Guy, therefore, crossed the sea, to Germany, in order to be present at a tournament at the emperor's court. Here he bore away the prize from every one, and performed such feats of valor and skill, that the emperor conceived the highest opinion of him, and offered him his daughter in marriage. In the days of chivalry, a champion who was sole conqueror at a tournament, was deemed worthy of the daughter of the greatest monarch.

But Sir Guy modestly rejected the of fer on account of his passion for the earl's daughter. After receiving a present of a falcon and a hound, which were regarded as the noblest of gifts in that age, he took his leave of the emperor, and set out to return to England.

One day, in passing by a wood in Germany, he heard a most terrible roaring, and presently discovered a lion and a

knight, seeing the lion begin to faint, took his side in the battle. He slew the dragon; on which the lion, to show his gratitude, ran by the side of the knight's horse like a dog, till hunger compelled him to retire again to the woods.

On his return to England, he paid his respects to King Athelstan, who then held his court in the city of York. The king informed him of a prodigiously large and furious dragon, who was then doing great mischief in Northumberland, destroying men, women, and children, and laying waste the fields of the farmers. Guy undertook to rid the country of this monster, and procuring a guide, he went immediately to the dragon's cave. The monster rushed out with eyes sparkling like fire, and, on Guy's attacking him, bit his lance in two. Guy then drew his sword, and laid about him so manfully, that the dragon was soon sprawling at his feet. The knight cut off his head, carried it to York, and presented it to the king.

This story probably took its rise from an exploit of Guy, in killing some furious wild boars in the north of England, where those fierce animals abounded in former days. Every tale in that age was embellished with a variety of fictitious circumstances; and every wild animal, that had done much mischief, was sure to be magnified into a dragon, with eyes of fire and a poisonous breath.

The Earl of Warwick's daughter, being thus convinced of Sir Guy's honor and courage, gave him her hand, and they were married with great ceremony. On the death of the lady's father, the king created Guy Earl of Warwick. Having

ment, he began to think he had spent too much time in the pursuit of glory, and too little in the pursuit of grace; he therefore determined to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. On his way, he slew a giant who had fifteen young men, who were brothers, in confinement; these our hero released, and sent them home to their disconsolate parents. On his return to England, he found that the Danes had invaded that country, and were committing great ravages. King Athelstan was compelled to take refuge in the city of Winchester, then one of the strongest places in the kingdom. The Danes besieged him here, and at length it was agreed by their commander and the king, that this dispute should be decided by single combat.

In consequence of this, a prodigious giant, named Colbrand, came from the Danish camp and defied the English, as Goliath did the armies of Israel. Guy obtained leave of the king to fight him. He advanced towards the giant, who sneeringly said, "What! art thou the best champion that England can afford?” But our hero answered only with his good sword, and after a most desperate combat, the giant was slain. The Danes, according to the previous agreement, retired to their ships and sailed away.

After various other exploits, among which was the slaying of the terrible "Dun Cow, of Dunsmore heath," Earl Guy reached his home at Warwick in the disguise of a palmer. Here he begged his bread daily at his own castle gate, while his lady within sat mourning at his absence. Guy, having made a vow to live the life of a hermit, buried himself