Neither my heart nor my hand is engaged.

Ah, dear Fanny, you don't know how we poor students carry away with us to college some consuming passion which we feed and nurture;--how we toast the Dulcinea at oyster parties, and, like Corydon, sigh over her miniature.

I had yours!" "My--miniature ?" said the lively Fanny, with a roseate blush, "you had nothing of the sort." "Your likeness, then." "Equally untrue--where is it ?" "Here!" said Mr.Ralph Ashley, laying his hand upon his heart, and ogling Miss Fanny with terrible expression.

"Ah, Fanny, darling, don't believe that story I relate about myself--never has any one made any impression on me--for my heart--my love--my thoughts--have always--" Suddenly the speaker became silent, and rising to his feet, made a courteous and graceful bow.

A young lady had just appeared at the door..