“And why not, mother?” inquired John. “It is the material which passes current for gentility. If half mankind, who now move through good society unquestioned, were placed in my old dusty suit, the world would never discover their claims to the title--no, no! After all, your fine suit is the world's standard of a fine gentleman--it will gain the owner consideration among mixed assemblies--credit in the mart of trade--a high place in the synagogue, and moreover, it is a general ticket, entitling its possessor to the world's civility!” “Well, bless me!” exclaimed the old woman, “if they don't make a change in your talk--you're gittin' right toploftical.” After many thanks on our hero's part, and much admiration on the part of his friends, he received permission to wander forth and see his old friend of the road, to whose dwelling he was correctly directed by the shoe dealer. A kiss from his adopted mother, a five dollar bill from the old man, for pocket money, and out sallied John, his person erect, and step buoyant with good fortune--sickness had almost fled before his revived hopes. The aged pair stood in the store door gazing on his manly form, as he receded from them, and a feeling of pride glowed in their hearts, the nearest akin to a parent's, that nature will permit. They knew that no one could rightfully dispute their claim to him, and proud in their pre-emption right, they retired into their dwelling with newly awakened pleasure. Arrived at his travelling acquaintance's mansion, he looked at the name of “Charles C. Briggs, Attorney at Law,” upon the door plate, and a glance at the exterior of the building, assured him that the dweller therein was one of the prosperous class of his profession. Knocking at the office door in the basement, he was bid enter, and on doing so found seated at a desk, surrounded with piles of legal lore, the same old gentleman who had so kindly bid him farewell at Wheeling. The recognition was mutual, and the old mail's manner truly cordial. “So, you found me out,” said the attorney. “Yes,” replied John, “but a precious long tramp I've had to reach you.” His friend insisted upon his seating himself, and relating an outline of his adventures, at which he laughed most heartily, and when John had finished, he clapped him on the back, saying--“You are a lucky dog--in your first journey you have gathered more lessons of wisdom, than many meet with in a life time, and your mind may turn them into vast profit.” “Well, I'd like to realise something out of them,” quietly remarked our hero, “for I have expended all my capital in learning them.”.