The Adventures Of Don Pasquale.

Mdme . and Mdlle . Manfredi cried , while Donna Elisinda called him a " young fool . " With respect to this amiable and energetic woman I may mention that she soon after married an old widower with a big chateau , and a comfortable income . Poor old man ,

I pity him much ! In Paesiello ' s diary the following little passage occurs , ( not erased ) , which may throw light upon this veritable episode , and which I have thought it right to reproduce as a rnoper warning to ambitious

and unscrupulous maiden aunts who mi ght be disposed to interfere with the " running'' of their younger and less-experienced nieces : —

" Don Balthazar remarked that he thought I had clone quite right , as though he had not the slightest objection to Mdlle . Manfredi , ( for she was a very clear little girl , ) he could not stomach that she-dragon of forty-five . " What an improper speech , and what an unfeeling man Don Balthazar must have been I

"Antonio said to me while dining , 'Maesta , I think you have had a luck y escape , cospetto . They say in the hotel that Donna Elisinda is a " Tartar , " and will lead any one a pretty life . I think the young countess charming , but they

say she is engaged ; but as for that maiden aunt , oh ! signer , you have had a greatdeliverance . I always think that a man is in the greatest danger when a self-willed woman makes an attack upon him . That is the way Mrs . Antonio got hold of me , and hi

such cases there is nothing for it , master , but to beat a retreat , and come to Homo , Avhere , if you are troubled with your wives or admiring female friends over much , you can complain , ( I fear Antonio was an old rascal , ) to Monsignore the Cardinal Governor , and to the Inquisition ! ' "

. Oh , happy times , when that amiable "istitution was i 11 full , free , and vivacious swing ! An ungrateful world has long S 111 ce put an end for ever , no doubt foolishly aud perversel y , to its " peine forte et dure , ' " 10 its flames and firesits dreadful dungeon

, s , aill L broiling episodes . Wo shall therefore meet , in the next napter , with our hero , not at Phillippi , but llt liomo . { To be Continued . )

The Work Of Nature In The Months.

THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .

BY BKO . EEV . W . TEBES . IV . —OCTOBEE . " Here is Autumn again ! and she whispers to me , Saying— ' Child of Dust , I am coming to thee !' is Autumn ! and her voice is rife

Here again now "With a calm farewell to the summer of Life . Joy ' s day goes down with a shortening sun ; The visions of Hope fade—one by one ; The pearls of Mirth—pure , rich , and fair , Have dissolved in the tears of Pain and Care . Wrinkles are stealing where dimples have been In looks that were golden , the silver is seen .

Autumn is coming ! Ay ! so it must be ; She will whisper to all as she whispers to m ; But like the brave Kobin our spirits should try To be pouring a Song to our God—not a Sigh . "

—AND we shall succeed too , if we do bijt read Autumn ' s lessons aright . True it is , that the flowers are well-nigh all faded and gone ; true it is that there will be a long dreary winter before we shall see them again ; true it is that there will be many a dark cold day before we taste again of the genial

warmth of Spring ; but what matters it , so long as we know that the Spring will ceme again in God's good time , with all its sweet delights , all its sights the fairer and the fresher for the dreary waiting through which we have patientlybecause trustfully

, , passed . Not but that Autumn has beauties too , and beauties especially her own . Witness the changed and changing leaf . The forest may be very lovely , dressed in the vivid , tender green of early Spring , lovely

too when clad in the uniform soft colouring of Summer ' s prime , but what can equal the variedgorgeousness of Autumn's tints 1—here the vivid crimson , there the burning gold ; here the glowing orange , there the rich , warm , russet-brown ; here the stillgreen frondand there the leaf in its last

, stage of withered black ; what a splendid whole ! We know a spot whose beauty at this season defies all adequate description . Travellers may search for Nature in her most striking aspects in the cold North , the torrid Souththe rosy Eastor the

, , crimson West , but nowhere will they find her in lovelier mood than in a narrow rift in the Mendips , just above Shepton-Mallett . This gorge is situated in a little parish called Ashwick , and is worth a