A waltz they had, and they made some glasses on the table jingle so that a chambermaid knocked at the door, and asked whether her services were required. "Not at all," replied Arthur, in very indifferent German. "I am only giving madame a lesson." At the end of which lesson Arthur related to his bride what it was that had been disturbing him. How she pitied him! The tears ran down her pretty face as she took his between her little hands, and gave him kisses which he returned with interest. Of that you may be sure. "Oh, Arthur," said Adelaide, with the fondest of looks, "I am glad I married you; because, you know, you do want someone to look after you." As for the rest of the honeymoon, I leave you to imagine it. All I will say is, that I wish no newly married young couple a happier. [Illustration] _A Night in an Opium Den._ BY THE AUTHOR OF "A DEAD MAN'S DIARY." Yes, I have smoked opium in Ratcliff Highway, and in the den which was visited by Charles Dickens, and through the pipe which had the honour of making that distinguished novelist sick. "And did you have lovely dreams? and what were they like?" asks a fair reader. Yes, I had lovely dreams, and I have no doubt that by the aid of imagination, and a skilful manipulation of De Quincey, I could concoct a fancy picture of opium-smoking and its effects, which might pass for a faithful picture of what really occurred. But, "My Lord and Jury"--to quote the historic words of Mrs. Cluppins, when cross-examined by Serjeant Buzfuz--"My Lord and Jury, I will not deceive you": what those dreams were, I could not for the life of me now describe, for they were too aërial and unsubstantial to be caught and fixed, like hard facts, in words, by any other pen than that of a Coleridge, or a De Quincey. I might as well attempt to convey to you, by means of a clay model, an idea of the prism-fires and rainbow-hues that circle, and change, and chase each other round the pictured sides of that floating fairy-sphere which we call a soap-bubble, as attempt, unassisted, to describe my dreams in words. Hence it is that in this narrative, I have confined myself strictly to the facts of my experiences. [Illustration: THE PROPRIETOR.]