The negro's burnished face smartened up when all was over. Rumour, whose numerous tongues, if well pickled, would pair off with all the boiled turkeys cooked in Christendom on a Christmas-day, and leave plenty to spare, told the tale of wonder in "quarter less no time," how Serjeant B. had become a member of white man's purrah; how he had sat down to supper with Captain ---- on one side, the devil on the other, and the chief judge opposite; how the serjeant thought he recognised the "old gentleman" as a comrade in the Peninsula; and how the "old gentleman" politely acknowledged similar remembrances, and took wine with him; and how they had parted, with mutual hopes and promises of meeting again at some future day, in the hot season, not in "the rains." The more the woolly-headed men and maidens of his inquisitive acquaintance interrogated the serjeant himself concerning his adventure on that fearful night, the more he would not tell them a word about the matter; and, to this moment, no mysteries are more mysterious, no secrets more arcane, than those which trouble the black population of the little colony respecting "The White Man's Devil-House." FOOTNOTE: [Footnote 4: It is curious that whilst the Hebrew word Beelzebub means "prince of flies," Bugaboo, in negro language, signifies "the white ant," which is deemed the devil's familiar.] A LYRIC FOR LOVERS. Love launch'd a gallant little craft, Complete with every rope; In golden words was painted aft-- "The Cupid, Captain Hope." Pleasure was rated second-mate, And Passion made to steer; The guns were handed o'er to Fate, To Impulse sailing-gear. Merrily roved the thoughtless crew Amidst the billows' strife; But soon a sail bore down,--all knew 'Twas Captain Reason's "Life." And Pleasure left, though Passion said He'd guard her safe from all harms. 'Twas vain; for Fate ramm'd home the lead, While Love prepared the small-arms. A storm arose! The canvass now Escaped from Impulse' hand, While headstrong Passion dash'd the prow Swift on a rocky strand. "All's lost!" each trembling sailor cried; "Bid Captain Hope adieu!" But in his life-boat Reason hied To save the silly crew. Impulse the torrents overwhelm, But Pleasure 'scaped from wreck; Love, making Reason take the helm, Chain'd Passion to the deck. "I thought you were my foe; but now," Said Love, "we'll sail together; Reason, henceforth through life shalt thou My pilot be for ever!" REMAINS OF HAJJI BABA. CHAPTER VII.