Common sense is only a modification of talent--genius is an exaltation of it: the difference is, therefore, in the degree, not nature.

But to return to Mrs.C--; she writes beautiful poetry--almost impromptu; draws excellent caricatures; possesses a laugh for whatever is ridiculous, but never loses a smile for whatever is good.

Placed in very peculiar situations, she has passed through each with a grace and credit which make her best eulogium.

If she possesses one quality higher than intellect, it is her kindness of heart: no wonder indeed, that she is so really clever--those trees which are the soundest at the core produce the finest fruits, and the most beautiful blossoms." "Lord Vincent grows poetical," thought I--"how very different he really is to that which he affects to be in the world; but so it is with every one--we are all like the ancient actors: let our faces be ever so beautiful, we must still wear a mask." After an hour's walk, Vincent suddenly recollected that he had a commission of a very important nature in the Rue J.J.Rousseau.

This was--to buy a monkey.