"Human Instink," says Villiam, softly, "is an involuntary tendency to our normal condition." "Ahem," said I, sagely, "that sounds like Seward." "Come with me," says Villiam, gravely, "and I will show you the power of Human Instink." He led me quietly, my boy, to a corner of the great room, where the guests were nearly all males, and suddenly roared out this extraordinary question: "Say, Johnny-y-y, how's yer do-o-org?" The magical sound caught them unprepared, my boy, and before there was time to remember where they were, they unanimously responded with: "Bully!" "Ah!" says Villiam, "that's Instink. They all were fellow-firemen last year, and remember the language of the Departmink." Deeply impressed with a sense of that subtle sympathy with early usages which never leaves a man in life, I again let the hero of a hundred battles lead the way to another corner, where fifty fair ones stood apart in a cluster, waiting for their escorts. Then it was that Captain Villiam Brown suddenly assumed an air of unspeakable abstraction, and commenced humming the tune of the song: "Bridget, tend the airy bell, Don't you hear it tinkle? Butcher's brought the bacon home,-- Cook it in a twinkle." Without at all thinking or knowing why they were doing so, my boy, two-thirds of those fair ones took up the tune at the first note and hummed it through! "The fair sect," says Villiam, cautiously, "once heard its mother sing that song, as she had learned it in her native palace; and has the Instink to remember it." Thus, taking new and beautiful lessons in the ever-fresh volume of animate nature, we sauntered into the ballroom, where our Honest Abe and his lady were viewing the performances from a pair of handsome elevated chairs. Ay, sir: handsome (!) chairs; and that, too, when many an honest poor man in the land has not a single chair with a gilt back to rest upon. Thus are we drifting toward (start not!)--yes sir and madam, toward--Royalty!! Thus, too, are we incurring the highest scorn of the old aristocracy of the capital who had not received invitations. There was dancing of the ordinary sort in plenty; many solid men of Boston of the oldest age going to the verge of apoplexy in their efforts at double-shuffle; but how can description do justice to the Honorable Gentleman from the Sixth Ward, who performed the celebrated Conflagration Hornpipe!