The Black-Sealed Letter / Or, The Misfortunes of a Canadian Cockney.

e dense forests whose foliage darkened the waters of the Thames, long ere the foot of the adventurous Roman had touch

d jurisprudence: its antiquated buildings, themselves volumes of history written the eventful finger of time:-its massive warehouses; and also its magnificent mansions, wherein peers and princes banquet in luxury:-its club-houses; and its dens of pollution, amid whose shado

and less tenacious to the world. The dark streets have been lighted up. The great tide of human beings that have during the day thronged the thoroughfares, has partially subsided; but thousands of pedestrians are still bustling to and fro; while the din of carriages are heard on every street. The provision shops are crowded with noisy customers. The coffee-houses are steaming forth their delicious viands, where throngs of both men and wome

grow sad with the dreary sorrow of her heart, and at length he returns-but not as a loving and sober husband; not as a tender and home-providing father; not as a man, with all the noble attributes of the human nature; not as a Christi

mforts of a peaceful home,-that place, the dearest of all on earth, when sanctified by the affect

ghters engaged at needlework; the father and his eldest son, George, reading the newspapers, while Frederick, the younger, was reclining upon a sofa. An infant

was then in her twenty-first year. George, the first-born of the family, was possessed of a robust constitution, of the middle size, and about twenty-six years of age. Frederick in appearance was the very facsimile of his father, with all the finer sensibilities of his mother; yet, apparently possessed of a stern determination of will, amounting to stubborness when actuated by the impulses of a nervous temperament. Mr. Charlston was a hatter by trade; and at the time referred to kept a hat factory of his own in Fleet Street. His industry had placed him in favorable circumstances. Estimating the value of labor and intellect, he had given his children a tolerably good education, and at a proper age h

duties, as described, the door bell was rung. George attended to the signal; and in a few seconds

to-day. I thought something was out of joint with you, and I have come on purpose to see. Why what's the matter with your neck? You

t," replied Frederick; "come Charlie, take a seat b

s peaceful slumber, and the poor thing began to bawl

nd having hushed it into quietness she

llows as George and I are, in having graduated as a Batchelor of Arts-I mean-Bachelor of Babies. You will, no doubt hereafter, append B. B. to your name as a title of merit;

ds with Mr. and Mrs. Charlston and the others present. She then took the infant, and pressed it lovingly to her bosom, imprinting a few kiss

few of those luxuriant caresses for poor Frederick; a slight sprinkling of balm from your roseate lips would work wonders as a remedy to his breathing apparatus

u get such a cold in your t

past week," retorted Holstrom, ere Frederick coul

topics the young woman arose and announced her intention of leaving; whereupon Holstrom sprang up, bade them all good night and immediately departed. Clara shortly afterwards left also, promising

t; a female acquaintance who accompanied me to a friend's house a few doors from here, is expecting

sed himself in his father's old hat, overcoat and m