pacifying the young gentleman, though much do we think the old dame and her pig will never be forgotten by him:--he may grow to manhood, have children, loves and cares innumerable, traverse the seas, know war and famine, yet do we think the old dame will stand boldly out, like a giant image in the desert of the past--far more so than the Galanti show, exhibited afterwards, because really alive, and capable of reason!--Though, _we_ had more reason to remember the show; for, the men who performed it hung their hats and coats beside Mr. Lark's, and our own; which, upon leaving, they did not identify:--though, we think they ought; as ours were considerably newer--one of their hats being a cap, and the other of dirty white felt! After the departure of the show, we got up some sport with the sheets upon which it had been performed, exhibiting our eyes through a hole, therein; those on the obverse trying to guess the proprietor of others on the reverse--all the owners of bright eyes much enjoying the sport. But to recount the many pranks played by youthful blood that evening, would require a volume--everybody proposing everything; and everybody else, disliking the thing proposed, suggests some other:--one wanting Hunt the Whistle; a second, to act Charades; and a third, some practical joke of the old school, such as the game we played with Mr. Lark, called Porcelain Mesmerism, deceiving the little innocents into a belief that men are simple--much more so than they will find them, upon arriving at maturity!--There we sat (two full-grown fools) staring at each other, with plates of water in our hands, the bottom of one sooty, the other clean!--There we sat, face to face, alternately rubbing the bottoms of the plates, and stroking our physiognomies, in mockery of each other--Mr. Lark getting his face blacked like a sweep,--the youngsters laughing at his silliness!--Oh, that a little smut should produce such ecstatic mirth! [Illustration]