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Several of these learned folk lift their heads as I pass, and folloith the dulled eye of the student, an eye still occupied with the written thought and inattentive to what it looks on Then, suddenly, remorse seizes thelooes anew into his open voluuess their secret ejaculations: "I an of Louis the Twelfth!" "I, the Latin Dialects!" "I, the Civil Status of Wo a new translation of Horace!" "I a a seventh article, for the Gazette of Atheism and Anarchy, on the Russian Serfs!" And each one see? What canst thou write at thy age? Why troublest thou the peace of these hallowed precincts?" My business, sirs? Alas! it is the thesis for uardian, M Brutus Mouillard, solicitor, of Bourges, is urging rows impatient over the slow toil of coet to business! If you ood; but what possessed you to choose such a subject?"

I must own that the subject of my thesis in Ro entle reader, a new subject, al no connection--not the remotest--with the exercise of any profession whatsoever, entirely devoid of practical utility The trouble it gives me is beyond conception

It is true that I intersperse my researches with some more attractive studies, and one or two visits to the picture-galleries, andat the theatre My uncle knows nothing of this To keep hiet my reader's ticket renewed every month, and every ned by M Leopold Delisle He has a box full of them; and in the si respect for this nephew, thisanchorite, who spends his days at the National Library, his nights with Gaius, wholly absorbed in the Junian Latins, and indifferent to whatsoever does not concern the Junian Latins in this Paris which my uncle still calls the Modern Babylon