My story opens in the classic presinks of Bostin.  In the parler of a bloated aristocratic mansion on Bacon street sits a luvly young lady, whose hair is cuvered ore with the frosts of between 17 Summers.  She has just sot down to the piany, and is warblin the popler ballad called "Smells of the Notion," in which she tells how, with pensiv thought, she wandered by a C beat shore.  The son is settin in its horizon, and its gorjus light pores in a golden meller flud through the winders, and makes the young lady twict as beautiful nor what she was before, which is onnecessary.  She is magnificently dressed up in a Berage basque, with poplin trimmins, More Antique, Ball Morals and 3 ply carpeting.  Also, considerable gauze.  Her dress contains 16 flounders and her shoes is red morocker, with gold spangles onto them.  Presently she jumps up with a wild snort, and pressin her hands to her brow, she exclaims: "Methinks I see a voice!" A noble youth of 27 summers enters.  He is attired in a red shirt and black trowsis, which last air turned up over his boots; his hat, which it is a plug, being cockt onto one side of his classical hed.  In sooth, he was a heroic lookin person, with a fine shape.  Grease, in its barmiest days, near projuced a more hefty cavileer.  Gazin upon him admiringly for a spell, Elizy (for that was her name) organized herself into a tabloo, and stated as follers. "Ha! do me eyes deceive me earsight?  Is it some dreams?  No, I reckon not!  That frame! them store close! those nose!  Yes, it is me own, me only Moses!" He (Moses) folded her to his hart, with the remark that he was "a hunkey boy." CHAPTER II.--WAS MOSES Of NOBLE BIRTH? Moses was foreman of Engine Co. No. 40.  Forty's fellers had just bin havin an annual reunion with Fifty's fellers, on the day I introjuce Moses to my readers, and Moses had his arms full of trofees, to wit: 4 scalps, 5 eyes, 3 fingers, 7 ears, (which he chawed off) and several half and quarter sections of noses.  When the fair Elizy recovered from her delight at meetin Moses, she said:--"How hast the battle gonest?  Tell me!" "We chawed 'em up--that's what we did!" said the bold Moses. "I thank the gods!" said the fair Elizy.  "Thou did'st excellent well.  And, Moses," she continnered, layin her hed confidinly agin his weskit, "dost know I sumtimes think thou istest of noble birth?" "No!" said he, wildly ketchin hold of hisself.  "You don't say so!" "Indeed do I!  Your dead grandfather's sperrit comest to me the tother night." "Oh no, I guess it's a mistake," said Moses. "I'll bet two dollars and a quarter he did!" replied Elizy.  "He said, 'Moses is a Disguised Juke!'" "You mean Duke," said Moses. "Dost not the actors all call it Juke?" said she. That settled the matter.