M. de Meyrau reflected a moment. Then he crossed over to the other side of the vessel, looking landward. Leaning over the bulwarks he saw an empty boat moored to the ladder which ran up the vessel's side. 'That's a town boat, isn't it?' he said to one of the hands standing by. 'Yes, sir.' 'Where's the master?' 'I suppose he'll be here in a moment. I saw him speaking to one of the officers just now.' De Meyrau descended the ladder, and seated himself at the stern of the boat. As the sailor he had just addressed was handing down his bag, a face with a red cap looked over the bulwarks. 'Hullo, my man!' cried De Meyrau, 'is this your boat?' 'Yes, sir, at your service,' answered the red cap, coming to the top of the ladder, and looking hard at the gentleman's stick and portmanteau. 'Can you take me to town, to Madame Bernier's, at the end of the new quay?' 'Certainly, sir,' said the boatman, scuttling down the ladder, 'you're just the gentleman I want.' * * * * * An hour later Hortense Bernier came out of the house, and began to walk slowly through the garden toward the terrace which overlooked the water. The servants, when they came down at an early hour, had found her up and dressed, or rather, apparently, not undressed, for she wore the same clothes as the evening before. '_Tiens!_' exclaimed Josephine, after seeing her, 'Madame gained ten years yesterday; she has gained ten more during the night.' When Madame Bernier reached the middle of the garden she halted, and stood for a moment motionless, listening. The next, she uttered a great cry. For she saw a figure emerge from below the terrace, and come limping toward her with outstretched arms. 'NOS AMIS LES COSAQUES!' [In accordance with the policy embraced by THE CONTINENTAL, of giving views of important subjects from various stand-points, we lay before our readers the following article. It is from the pen which contributed to the 'New American Cyclopaedia' the articles 'Czartoryski,' 'Francis Joseph,' 'G[=o]rgey,' 'Hebrews,' 'Hungary,' 'Kossuth,' 'Poland,' etc., etc. We doubt not the author gives utterance in the present contribution to the feelings which agitated the hearts of thousands of our naturalized citizens during the Russian excitement in New York. Heartily grateful as we may be to Russia for her timely sympathy, our country is pledged to Eternal Justice, and ought never to forget that she is the hope of mankind, and should be its model.]