until her parents and herself were quite certain of an offer. He certainly owed her one. She deserved some compensation for listening to his interminable stories, which were as monotonous as long. So celebrated a narrator was he, that his friends, when endeavoring to give each other an idea of some distance traversed, would say, 'It was one of Shuffleshank's stories,' or two stories. Sometimes unfortunate men could tell of a six-story walk, and these were looked upon as persons of great strength and vast powers of endurance. But the heartless, ungrateful Shuffleshank allowed the mercury to descend in the thermometer of his affections for Miss Liner, and gradually his attentions grew colder and colder, until they sunk below zero and became neglect. But the faithless one did not long survive his treachery. He broke his wind in attempting to finish his tenth story that day, and expired soon after suddenly. He was discovered lying on his back, his toes turned out, and his head resting on a volume of Cotillons _à quatre mains_. His executors found among his papers the first sheet of a pamphlet on his favorite science, waltzing, dated only a few days before his decease. You will pardon us, friend KNICKERBOCKER, for giving your readers one or two original rules of so great a professor: 'RULE I. The _cavalier_ should endeavor to waltz with women of a suitable size. The relative test is, that the noses of the couple be on a level. 'RULE II. He should put his right arm as far round the lady's waist as possible, and draw her toward him with the other hand, so that the noses before mentioned shall be not more than half an inch apart. 'RULE III. In case the lady should be inclined to jump, he must hold her down to the floor by pressing firmly upon her _tournure_.' Society has indeed suffered a sad loss by his untimely death. But before we go any farther with our story, we will give a crow-quill _croquis_ of the career of Miss Catherine Liner, down to the period of Shuffleshank's catastrophe.