For some years I have remained in this country, enjoying (like a patriarch of old) a quiet, regular life with my family, which now amounts to above 2,000. I, however, keep very much to my own room, as I hate bustle, and like to enjoy my own reflections. The age to which our species can exist is not ascertained, as never one of us was known to die in his bed, at least a natural death. A kind of instinct I have always had, has as yet saved me from arsenic, stewed corks, traps, stamps, &c.; and my great strength, and a good deal of science, which is of more consequence, have, as yet, preserved me in many a deadly combat, both with my own species, and with the dog, the ferret, the weasel, the hawk, and that green-eyed monster--the cat. But I am now getting somewhat stiffer, and am not so sharp as I was. I am not-- "--qualis eram, quum primam aciem Præneste sub ipsa Stravi, scutorumque incendi victor acervos; Et regem hâc Herilum dextrâ sub Tartara misi!!" And in some evil hour my time must come. --I am well aware, indeed, of the fleeting existence even of this world itself, for I studied astronomy with the celebrated M. Olbers of Bremen, and assisted him in making many useful observations and discoveries, particularly regarding comets, in the course of which we came to this melancholy conclusion, that the comet which was afterwards visible in 1786 and 1795, will, in 83,000 years, approach the earth as nearly as the moon; and that in 4,000,000 years it will come to within a distance of 7,700 geographical miles;--the consequence of which will be (if its attraction be equal to that of the earth) the elevation of the waters of the ocean 13,000 feet; that is to say, above the tops of all the European mountains, except Mount Blanc. The inhabitants of the Andes and of the Himalaya mountains alone will escape this second deluge; but they will not benefit by their good fortune more than 216,000,000 years, for it is probable, that at the expiration of that time, our globe standing right in the way of the comet, will receive a shock severe enough to ensure its utter destruction!!! _Note._--After reading over the above MS., I am inclined to come to this conclusion--that our historian, while in a human form, must have been a Scottish nobleman--that he probably was born about the year 1501--and that he lived to about the age of 89.--_Ed._ * * * * * THE FANCY BALL. "A visor for a visor! what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities!" SHAKSPEARE. "You used to talk," said Miss Mac Call, "Of flowers, and flames, and Cupid; But now you never talk at all. You're getting vastly stupid. You'd better burn your Blackstone, Sir, You never will get through it; There's a Fancy Ball at Winchester-- Do let us take you to it."