_Dan_—Thunder and lightning! O, if I had only caught him. And why did you not tell me, my constant Violet? _Violet_—Because I feared you would kill him. _Dan_—You were right, and exercised great prudence, and probably saved his life, as I might have slain him. (Paces the room in great agitation.) Gods! I feel murderous! When do you again expect him? _Violet_—Never, as he emerged from under the bed in great anger, after you left, and cursed me long and fearfully, for keeping him under the bed so long, while you were permitted to enjoy the beauties of my person. _Dan_—What did he threaten when he left? _Violet_—To have me suspended immediately. _Dan_—I dare him to make the attempt. I would spend my last dollar to have you reinstated. And I will instantly depart for the city, and put wires in motion that will paralize his wicked purpose. _Violet_—I fear you are too late, as he left in a desperate rage, and has probably decapitated my Matron head already. _Dan_—I, too, am in a furious rage, and I am resolved to defeat his unhallowed project. So, a sweet adieu, my lovely Violet, and when we meet again, we’ll embrace and entwine our forms and hearts with unwonted hilarity and fervor. _Violet_—(Weeping). Good-by, sir. _Dan_—And why do you weep, my fair and gentle lady? Have I offended thee, sweet angel? _Violet_—No, but you were going to leave me without your wonted kiss. _Dan_—O, my pretty and tender Violet, do forgive my cruel mental absence. For my distracted mind was riveted on Simeon’s plots to destroy you. So, there, (kissing her), and there, and there, and— _Violet_—That will suffice. I fear your enthusiastic and endless kisses will again threaten me with strangulation. O, Daniel! Daniel! thou art a dear and fervent lover, and I do hope you will return to-morrow, and pass the night with thy devoted, and pensive, and lonely Violet! _Dan_—I will—I will: And now a very brief adieu, While I Sim Draper do pursue. (He goes towards the shore, and she fastens her tearful eyes on his prancing form, until it fades from her dismal view, and she retires to her lonely apartment, and weeps like the wretched Niobe.) (To be continued.) * * * * * _Stephen H. Branch’s Alligator._ * * * * * =NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1858.= * * * * * STEPHEN H. BRANCH’S “ALLIGATOR” can be obtained at all hours, at wholesale and retail, at No. 114 Nassau Street, (Second Story), near Ann Street, New York. ------------------------------------ =My Indictment for Libel.=