Two letters dated in France, the one Dijon, the other Fontainebleau, arrived together; and as the General knew Lady Camper to be returning to England, he expected that she was anxious to excuse herself to him. His fingers were not so confident, for he tore one of the letters to open it. The City of Wilsonople was recognizable immediately. So likewise was the sole inhabitant. General Ople's petty bitter laugh recurred, like a weak-chested patient's cough in the shifting of our winds eastward. A faceless woman's shadow kneels on the ground near the sentry-box, weeping. A faceless shadow of a young man on horseback is beheld galloping toward a gulf. The sole inhabitant contemplates his largely substantial full fleshed face and figure in a glass. Next, we see the standard of Great Britain furled; next, unfurled and borne by a troop of shadows to the sentrybox. The officer within says, 'I say I should be very happy to carry it, but I cannot quit this gentlemanly residence.' Next, the standard is shown assailed by popguns. Several of the shadows are prostrate. 'I was saying, I assure you that nothing but this gentlemanly residence prevents me from heading you,' says the gallant officer. General Ople trembled with protestant indignation when he saw himself reclining in a magnified sentry-box, while detachments of shadows hurry to him to show him the standard of his country trailing in the dust; and he is maliciously made to say, 'I dislike responsibility. I say I am a fervent patriot, and very fond of my comforts, but I shun responsibility.' The second letter contained scenes between Wilsonople and the Moon. He addresses her as his neighbour, and tells her of his triumphs over the sex. He requests her to inform him whether she is a 'female,' that she may be triumphed over. He hastens past her window on foot, with his head bent, just as the General had been in the habit of walking. He drives a mouse-pony furiously by. He cuts down a tree, that she may peep through. Then, from the Moon's point of view, Wilsonople, a Silenus, is discerned in an arm-chair winking at a couple too plainly pouting their lips for a doubt of their intentions to be entertained. A fourth letter arrived, bearing date of Paris. This one illustrated Wilsonople's courtship of the Moon, and ended with his 'saying,' in his peculiar manner, 'In spite of her paint I could not have conceived her age to be so enormous.' How break off his engagement with the Lady Moon? Consent to none of her terms! Little used as he was to read behind a veil, acuteness of suffering sharpened the General's intelligence to a degree that sustained him in animated dialogue with each succeeding sketch, or poisoned arrow whirring at him from the moment his eyes rested on it; and here are a few samples: 'Wilsonople informs the Moon that she is "sweetly pretty." 'He thanks her with "thanks" for a handsome piece of lunar green cheese.