A short time after the return-troops landed at New Orleans, a bridal party were seen to enter the old Spanish cathedral; the bridegroom was an officer who had lost an arm. His fame, and the reputed beauty of the bride, had brought together a large concourse of spectators. "She loved me," said L---- to me on the morning this his happiest day; "she loved me in spite of my mutilated limb, and should I cease to love her because she has--no, I see it not; she is to me the same as ever." And there were none present who saw it; few were there who knew that under those dark folds of raven hair were the _souvenirs_ of a terrible tragedy.... The Mexican government behaved better to the Ayankeeados than was expected. They did not confiscate the property; and L---- is now enjoying his fortune in a snug hacienda, somewhere in the neighborhood of San Angel. THE POOLS OF ELLENDEEN. Joel Jerdan was a thriving retail hosier, in a close street at the eastern end of the vast metropolis. He had a snug little shop, and a nice, snug little wife, together with an annually increasing nice little family; and Joel himself, if we except one weakness, was the most diligent and steady little fellow to be found within the circuit where the musical bells of Bow are heard. Small in person, pleasing in exterior, and scrupulously neat in his attire, Joel Jerdan was always considered a peculiarly dapper, civil, smart tradesman. His father had pursued the same business in the same house; and though there were not large profits, there was certainly contentment, which Joel very wisely judged was far better. It did not require any vivid stretch of imagination to form a comparison between the venerable Izaak Walton, of piscatorial celebrity, and our hosier; for, like that immortal angler, Joel was devoted to his calling and usually confined to precincts of no large dimensions, but making his escape whenever he could to enjoy the sole recreation of his existence--that recreation being the sport with which Izaak's name is ever associated.