It was seven in the morning. This time, to be sure of my enemy the railroad, I procured a printed Guide. But the Guide was a sorry counselor for my impatience. The first train, an express, had left: the next, an accommodation, would start at a quarter to one. I had five hours and three-quarters to spare.
One of the greatest pleasures in life, according to my poor opinion, is to have a recreation forced on one. Some cherub, perhaps, cleared the cobwebs away from my brain that morning; but, however it might be, I was glad of everything. I was glad the "champanions" were departed, glad I had a stolen morning in Strasburg, glad that Hohenfels and my domestics would be uneasy for me at Marly.
In such a mood I applied myself to extract the profit out of my detention in the city.
EDWARD STRAHAN.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
TWO MOODS.
All yesterday you were so near to me,
It seemed as if I hardly moved or spoke
But your heart moved with mine. I woke