MARCEL.


A lady who had been a pupil of this distinguished professor of dancing,
and remained subsequently his steady and zealous friend, succeeded in
obtaining for him from the government a pension for life. In her great
joy at having such a boon to put into his possession, she advanced to
him--the certificate in her hand--with a hurried and anxious step; when
M. Marcel, shocked at the style of presentation, struck the paper out of
her hand, demanding if she had forgotten his instructions? The lady
immediately picked it up, and presented it with due form and grace; on
which the accomplished Marcel, the enthusiastic professor of his art,
respectfully kissed her hand, and with a profound bow exclaimed, "Now I
know my own pupil!"

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ACROSTIC.


C ould angel's voice, or poet's lays,
A ttune my votive song to praise
R esistless then I'd touch the lyre,
O r chant her praise, whom all admire.
L et candour, dearest maid, excuse;
I claim no kindred to the muse,
N or can a lowly song of mine
E xpress the worth of Caroline. A.C.