The sight of a green cloth, with packs of cards and heaps of money on it, will henceforth be forever associated in my mind with the sight of a bed canopy descending to suffocate me in the silence and darkness of the night.
Just as Mr.Faulkner pronounced these words he started in his chair, and resumed his stiff, dignified position in a great hurry.

"Bless my soul!" cried he, with a comic look of astonishment and vexation, "while I have been telling you what is the real secret of my interest in the sketch you have so kindly given to me, I have altogether forgotten that I came here to sit for my portrait.

For the last hour or more I must have been the worst model you ever had to draw from!" "On the contrary, you have been the best," said I."I have been trying to catch your likeness; and, while telling your story, you have unconsciously shown me the natural expression I wanted to insure my success." NOTE BY MRS.

KERBY.
I cannot let this story end without mentioning what the chance saying was which caused it to be told at the farmhouse the other night.

Our friend the young sailor, among his other quaint objections to sleeping on shore, declared that he particularly hated four-post beds, because he never slept in one without doubting whether the top might not come down in the night and suffocate him.