out that there pyx business!" Mr. Bardolph knocks
the ashes out of his pipe, puts out his hands to the little steel cuffs,
and walks away quite meekly. He is found out. He must go. "Good-by, Doll
Tearsheet! Good-by, Mrs. Quickly, ma'am!" The other gentlemen and
ladies de la societe look on and exchange mute adieux with the departing
friends. And an assured time will come when the other gentlemen and
ladies will be found out too.

What a wonderful and beautiful provision of nature it has been that, for
the most part, our womankind are not endowed with the faculty of finding
us out! THEY don't doubt, and probe, and weigh, and take your measure.
Lay down this paper, my benevolent friend and reader, go into your
drawing-room now, and utter a joke ever so old, and I wager sixpence the
ladies there will all begin to laugh. Go to Brown's house, and tell Mrs.
Brown and the young ladies what you think of him, and see what a welcome
you will get! In like manner, let him come to your house, and tell YOUR
good lady his candid opinion of you, and fancy how she will receive him!
Would you have your wife and children know you exactly for what you are,
and esteem you precisely at your worth? If so, my friend, you will
live in a dreary house, and you will have but a chilly fireside. Do
you suppose the people round it don't see your homely face as under a
glamour, and, as it were, with a halo of love round it? You don't fancy
you ARE, as you seem to them? No such thing, my man. Put away that
monstrous conceit, and be thankful that THEY have not found you out.

ON A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE.

Where have I just read of a game played at a country house? The party
assembles round a table with pens, ink, and paper. Some one narrates a
tale containing more or less incidents and personages. Each person of
the company then writes down, to the best of his memory and ability, the
anecdote just narrated, and finally the papers are to be read out. I do
not say I should like to play often at this game, which might possibly
be a tedious and lengthy pastime, not by any means so amusing as smoking
a cigar in the conservatory; or even listening to the young ladies
playing their piano-pieces; or to Hobbs and Nobbs lingering round the
bottle and talking over the morning's run with the hounds but surely it
is a moral and ingenious sport. They say the variety of narratives is
often very odd and amusing. The original story becomes so changed and
distorte