Where were you after New Orleans, before you turned homeward ?" "At Mr.Blennerhassett's island in the Ohio.

And that's a pleasant place and a pleasant gentleman--" "Listen!" "Aye," answered the other; "I heard it some moments back.

Some one is fiddling beyond that tulip tree." They were now ascending the mountain, moving between great trees, fanned by a cooler wind than had blown in the valley.

The road turned, showing them a bit of roadside grass, a giant tulip tree, and a vision of a moon just rising in the east.

Upon a log, beneath the tree, appeared the dim brocade and the curled wig of M.Achille Pincornet, resting in the twilight and solacing his soul with the air of "Madelon Friquet." Around him sparkled the fireflies, and above were the thousand gold cups of the tulip tree.