gain.

"Oh! Algernon! Algernon!" says Miss, in teers, "what is this dreadful
mystery--these fearful shocking quarrels? Tell me, has anything
happened? Where, where is the chevalier?"

Master smiled and said, "Be under no alarm, my sweetest Matilda. De
l'Orge did not understand a word of the dispute; he was too much in
love for that. He is but gone away for half an hour, I believe; and will
return to coffee."

I knew what master's game was, for if miss had got a hinkling of the
quarrel betwigst him and the Frenchman, we should have had her screeming
at the "Hotel Mirabeu," and the juice and all to pay. He only stopt
for a few minnits and cumfitted her, and then drove off to his friend,
Captain Bullseye, of the Rifles; with whom, I spose, he talked over this
unplesnt bisniss. We fownd, at our hotel, a note from De l'Orge, saying
where his secknd was to be seen.

Two mornings after there was a parrowgraf in Gallynanny's Messinger,
which I hear beg leaf to transcribe:--

"FEARFUL DUEL.--Yesterday morning, at six o'clock, a meeting took place,
in the Bois de Boulogne, between the Hon. A. P. D--ce-ce, a younger son
of the Earl of Cr-bs, and the Chevalier de l'O---. The chevalier was
attended by Major de M---, of the Royal Guard, and the Hon. Mr. D---
by Captain B-lls-ye, of the British Rifle Corps. As far as we have been
able to learn the particulars of this deplorable affair, the dispute
originated in the house of a lovely lady (one of the most brilliant
ornaments of our embassy), and the duel took place on the morning
ensuing.

"The chevalier (the challenged party, and the most accomplished amateur
swordsman in Paris) waived his right of choosing the weapons, and the
combat took place with pistols.

"The combatants were placed at forty paces, with directions to advance
to a barrier which separated them only eight paces. Each was furnished
with two pistols. Monsieur de l'O--- fired almost immediately, and the
ball took effect in the left wrist of his antagonist, who dropped the
pistol which he held in that hand. He fired, however, directly with his
right, and the chevalier fell to the ground, we fear mortally wounded. A
ball has entered above his hip-joint, and there is very little hope that
he can recover.

"We have heard that the cause of this desperate duel was a blow which
the chevalier ventured to give to the Hon. Mr. D. If so, there is some
reason for the unusual and determined manner in which the duel was