During the first hour in my new residence I made many wise reflections such as--that Love never was so perfect as when accompanied by Poverty; what a vulgar error it was to call the unmarried state 'Single _Blessedness_;' how wrong it was of us Virtues never to have tried the marriage bond; and what a falsehood it was to say that husbands neglected their wives, for never was there anything in nature so devoted as the love of a husband--six weeks married! "The next morning, before breakfast, as the charming Fanny was waiting for her husband, who had not yet finished his toilet, a poor, wretched-looking object appeared at the window, tearing her hair and wringing her hands; her husband had that morning been dragged to prison, and her seven children had fought for the last mouldy crust.

Prompted by me, Fanny, without inquiring further into the matter, drew from her silken purse a five-pound note, and gave it to the beggar, who departed more amazed than grateful.

Soon after, the lieutenant appeared.

'What the devil, another bill!' muttered he, as he tore the yellow wafer from a large, square, folded, bluish piece of paper.

'Oh, ah! confound the fellow, _he_ must be paid.