I want him to pay me a visit--I have no other friend like Alfred." "Oh, Alfred's his name, is it!" cried Fanny; "what's the rest?
I'll set my cap at him." "Alfred Nothing, is his name," said Ralph, facetiously; "and I approve of your course.

You would be Mrs.Nobody, you know; but listen--here is the enthusiastic: "MY DEAR ASHLEY: "You are destined for great things--it is yours to scale the heights of song, and snatch the crown from Ossa's lofty brow.

Fulfil your destiny, and make your country happy!" "-- -- -- --." "Oh, yes!" said Fanny; "why don't you!" "I will!" "Very likely!" "I'm glad you agree with me; but here is the _considerate_." And turning the leaf, he read-- "I SAY, OLD FELLOW: "May your course in life be serene and happy; and may your friends be as numerous and devoted as the flies and mosquitos in the Eastern Range.
"Your friend, till death, "-- -- -- --." "The fact is," said Ralph, in explanation, "that this is probably the finest wish in the book." "Were there many flies ?" said Fanny, "Myriads!" "And mosquitos ?" "Like sands on the seashore, and of a size which it is dreadful to reflect upon even now." "Very large ?" "You may judge, my dear Fanny, when I tell you, that one of them flew against a scallop of oysters which the boots was bringing to my apartment, and with a single flap of his wings dashed it from the hand of the boots--it was dreadful; but let us get on: this is the last I will read." And checking Miss Fanny's intended outburst at the oyster story, Mr.
Ralph read on-- "You ask me, my dear Ashley, to give you some advice, and write down my good wishes, if I have any in your direction.

Of course I have, my dear fellow, and here goes.

My advice first, then, is, never to drink more than three bottles of wine at one sitting--this is enough; and six bottles is, therefore, according to the most reliable rules of logic--which I hate--too much.