Richirizi

body of mackerel from those we had
previously been taking. They were
large and lean, and had evidently just
come into the Bay, perhaps from their
spawning-grounds. However, by dress-
ing them with great care, we managed
to make them look pretty well, and
those who get hold of them this winter
may not notice any peculiarity in their
taste, although we did.
Well

, we had filled up everything every barrel, half-barreĪ, and tub, and were off for home about four in the afternoon. We hoisted our bunting and lay to, as is customary, that any vessel might run down and speak us, and send word to their owners or others at home. At supper we were congratulating our skipper on his good fortune, a full fare, and not a rope yarn parted, or a dollar's worth of damage done to the vessel during the cruise. As I was standing at the foot of the companionway in the after-cabin, filling my pipe, a shadow obscured the light, and, looking hour, we felt a gentle air from the south, up, I saw, directly over my head, a jib- the heavy cloud lifted, the rain ceased, boom moving somewhat rapidly towards the sun shone brightly out, and, directly the main-mast. I had just time to tum- before us, every house and steeple tinged ble on deck, when one of the vessels with the beauty of its setting rays, that was bearing down to speak us lay the city of Gloucester, not more struck our boat, which was hanging at than six miles distant. The breeze was the stern, smashed in her side, broke fair and freshening. In a few minutes the davits, and spilled the oars, oil every sail was set, and before eight clothes and various miscellaneous arti- o'clock we were lying at our dock, and cles that were stowed away in her. For- our cruise was done. tunately, the boat was new and very As 'I stood on the shore, watching strong, or the damage to our hull might her scudding away on her second trip, I have been serious : as it was, after a few could not but feel sad and lonely. She pointed remarks by our skipper, we had been my home for nearly ten weeks, got under weigh, taking our boat in on the happiest of my life.

Her crew, deck, and thanking our stars that it was rough and boisterous as they often were,

On Sunday, September 7th, I could count among the most sincere we passed through the Gut of Canso, and warm-hearted of my friends, and with the wind S. W. and heavy, allow- her skipper, from first to last, had treating us barely to lay our course, close ed me like a brother. hauled. On Wednesday, we were be- As for the personal results of my calmed, and on Thursday we had a ter- trip, they were briefly these. I had rible blow froin the southwest. We visited scenes, and places, and people, double-reefed our fore and inainsails, of which I had scarcely heard before. and staggered along, the sea running I had obtained some practical knowl. very high, and for six hours our lee- edge of the great “Fishery Question;" bow was oftener under than out of had gained health and strength, and the water. About 4, P. M., the wind fifteen pounds of solid flesh, and when lulled, and heavy clouds came up from I left Gloucester the owners handed me the west. It grow darker and darker, a checque for fifty dollars, as my share and we furled everything, expecting of the proceeds of the trip. every moment the squall would burst Verily, I can ask, as - Procter" did, upon us. Soon the rain began to fall, one lovely morning in the Bay, when the slowly at first, but, in a short time, it fish were biting famously, and I had just came down in torrents, yet all the time got the "hang” of catching them, "Who without a breath of wind. In about an wouldn't sell his farm and go a-fishing ?"

Do worse.

66

HE
ERE is the card of “Miss Caley." me before I started for abroad,” I

Back, into the box, the rest of you! should never have had the pleasure Here is one “should give us pause!' of introducing you to Miss Caley, but This evening shall be " sacred to the I was a timid, hopeless lover, in those memory of” Miss Caloy.

days. Annie, wifelet, let me tell you of Push me the alumettes. The smoke one of my foreign flirtations-one of Dic Seropyan's tobacco shall shut that I have never yet oven hinted out the present from my sight; and to you. If I had dared to guess the turn the gas down just a little to hido meaning of that last look you gave

my blushes!

seats at the table directly opposite me. The gentleman was an Englishman, as I saw at a glance. I cannot well describe to you the peculiarities of English dress. Punch bas given you some notion of them, and you may imagine this "party" to have been a middleaged gentleman, with mutton-chop whiskers, and a florid countenance, and dressed à l'Anglaise. “Doudney Brothers" probably had the making of his gray suit. Barclay and Perkins" undoubtedly gave the Rubens tint to

bis complexion, and Prince Albert set HE • Grand Hotel de New York,” on bim the style for his “ stunning" studthe Lung'Arno, at Florence, attracts din'-sails of whiskers. The two ladies, many American visitors. It is a very who sat on either side of—I'll call him confortable and pleasant albergo, and “Doudney," if I write this out for ulthough it is quite as “grand” as its Putnam, as I've half a mind to !-were neighbor, the “Grande Bretagne," it is alike in only one respect-they, too, somewhat less expensive. The milords were English, sans any doute ; but go to the Grande Bretagne, and fare the one was short and stubby, the sumptuously, I suppose, in a highly other was long and limby (Now don't respectable manner; but mine host of ask me to describe their dress; you the New York" entertains, in addition know I never can tell whether a woman to his American patrous, a goodly num- wears chintz or calico, alpaca or bomber of English people, among whom, bazine ; they didn't wear silk--of course when I was there, were gentlemen and not, in the morning-I know that much)! ladies whose acquaintance I remember and one was plump Mrs. Doudney (he with pleasure.

called her "

my dear;" that's why I I was sitting at the table, in the salle knew it; now don't interrupt mo any à manger, one morning, examining the more !), the other was meagre Miss concavity of my

ultimate egg-shell, and Caley; if she hadn't been so kind to deliberating on the programme of the me, I should have called her scraggy. day's wanderings, when there came in I learnt her name, and guessed at tho a gentleman and two ladies, who took. kind of life Doudney was leading be

tween them, by the brief conversation to which ] was made a listener before I rose from the table. Miss Caley was remarking, in a decided tone of voice, that they would walk to Fiesole that morning, and Mrs. D. was asserting that she positively couldn't do it, while Doudney listened to both of them in silence, but, with a side nudge to his wife, occusionally, as much as to say, stick to it! It's an up-hill walk of

a couple of miles, Mrs. D.

They walked, as I learned afterwards.

As I left the hotel, and turned up the Arno, on my way to “ The Uffizzi," I saw a baker's donkey coming over the bridge.

He staggered along under the weight imaginary dew of perspiration from his of his two panniers, one of which brow. was heaped full of plump little round Not long after this, I bad told Doudloaves, the other with long ones (about ney something of myself; we exchanged a yard long, and as large around as cards, and the next morning he gave me my arm; please don't interrupt me a formal introduction to the ladies, reagain !); and I immediately compared marking particularly to Miss Caley, him to Doudney - the two baskets : that I was an artist. Immediately, the the two ladies :: donkey: Doudney. eyes of that lady gave out a sparkle of Poor donkey! Poor Doudney!

interest in me. She said that she was For several mornings we happened to pleased to make the acquaintance of meet at breakfast, and at so early an any one who was fond of art; that she hour that we were usually alone. Of disliked to remain in the midst of such course, it was not long before a slight glories as surrounded us, with no one acquaintance was made between us. near her to whom she might express the Doudney began it with meteorological feelings which crowded in her heart for and slightly axiomatic remarks—as utterance. “My good brother-in-law," good as anything to begin with-and, she added, sotto voce, " bas very littie from these thin table-talks, our amity appreciation of art, and my sister does expanded into strolls and smokes along not share my own enthusiasm ; so, as the Arno, after breakfast and dinner.

you see, I am entirely alone ;" and she “ Miss Caley disliked tobacco," and sighed. Of course, I expressed comI must do Doudney the justice to say, miseration with the lady, and inade that, when off duty, he was a good fel- some sentimental remark, to the effect, low, had opinions of his own, and ex- that pleasures were doubled when shared pressed them well. One opinion was, with a sympathetic friend. that he was disgusted with Italy, During our conversation, which took and wished himself back in old Eng- place while leaving the table, and linland.

gering in the breakfast-room, Mr. and “I'll own," he said once, during the Mrs. Doudney were standing at some first of our acquaintance, “I'll own distance from us, and I could not belp that I am not an amateur nor a connois- noticing that Doudney was indulging in seur, nor even an admirer of pictures, an animated style of rhetoric, while and they are about all that is worth Mrs. D. was endeavoring to restrain looking at here. As for scenery, give him from overt acts of jubilation. He me Westmoreland ; in fact, I'd rather frequently looked towards me with a live in London smoke all my days, beam in both eyes, and chuckled, and than to endure this fagging about " washed his hands with invisible soap among dingy, dirty, old pictures, with in imperceptible water." not a bit of decent beef or mutton for The result of the acquaintance, which dinner, and these thin wines in the place bad thus briefly blossomed into full of good, hearty beer. But my wife was flower, between Miss Caley and me, getting rather stout, and Miss Caley was, that we planned an excursion for was dying, and all that, you know, to that morning, to visit the recently dissee the pictures ; so they packed me covered fresco-portrait of Dante, in the up, and off we came. I don't know Bargello. Mrs. D., on learning our how much longer Mrs. D. will stand it, intention, expressed her desire to rebut for my part, I am heartily tired of main in her room that morning, havall these galleries, and churches, and ing letters to write ; and Mr. D., to walks to Fiesole, and walks to San his seeming content, was not eveu asked Miniuto, and walks to the Cascine, and to accompany us. As soon as the lawalks to-I'm sure I don't know where ! dies left us- - Miss Caley, to assume ber She won't ride - Miss Caley, I mean- walking attire Doudney clutched my she was brought up in the north of arm, and exploded upon me with, England, and can walk like a post- “My boy, I am uncommon glad to

Ah! well, we must submit have made your acquaintance ! I value to the ladies, you know; and there's your friendship most heartily, I assure only Rome to do now — for I am you! You are an artist, and all that, bound I won't go to Naples ; and then and are fond of bunting up these old I'm back in Westmoreland, please masters.' I suppose now I'm not blessGod !” and my friend wiped off an

ed with what my sister calls an appro

man.

.

ciation of such things, and I confess, about six kpots an hour, while I, who am that I'm completely knooked up with not much of a sailor, was put to it to keep convoying her around into all the dirty, up. Gliding along through the narrow dim, damp, old places in this blessed streets, steering dexterously past pudtown, after paintings and frescos, and dles and priests, dodging the dirt-carts. the-Lord-knows-what-all! You're just and soldiers, slipping between astonthe man for her ; just the man, sir! I ished couples of citizens, on she went.

with never a word, until we emerged in the clear space of the square of the Grand Duke, at which place I managed, by considerable exertion, to join her, in a state of perspiration and short-windedness. From thence to the Bargello, I managed to keep at her elbow, and we soon arrived at the door of the old prison.

Miss Caley's knowledge of Italian was limited to three words : o andate (goon),

dove" (where), and quanto" (how much), and as my stock was much more extensive, I did the talking, which procured us admission to the interior. When within the room in which we found the fresco treasure, my friend showed symptoms of delight, as I prepared to make a sketch of the

dim profile; she watched my progress

with

many expressions of can see that she's hugely taken with interest and pleasure ; she admired you, already. Aud I don't mind telling you a little factjust a piece of information, you know-is she coming ? She's worth about forty thousand pounds, my boy! All in her own name, my boy! and-here she comes !

“Take good care of her, Mr. R. A pleasant morning to you. Addoo !"

I had no time then to think of the bait with which Doudney had tickled my nose, for Miss Caloy was “ under whistle," and was only waiting to take the pilot on board; so with an exchange of signals with Doudney, whose face glowed with intense satisfaction, we were off.

Did I compare myself to a pilot? I soon discovered that

was rather the little boat towed astern. With a double reef in her skirts, she still carried sail enough to make

MISS CALEY ENTHRONED.

COPYING FRESCOES.