study, a very different being from what I was on entering it. I had gone in with the air of a professor about to deliver a lecture; I came out like a student, who had failed in his examination, and been degraded in his class. 'Very young,' and 'on the threshold of knowledge! This was extremely flattering, to one who had considered himself an accomplished scholar, and profound philosopher! 'It is singular,' thought I; 'there seems to have been a spell upon my faculties, ever since I have been in this house. I certainly have not been able to do myself justice. Whenever I have undertaken to advise, I have had the tables turned upon me. It must be that I am strange and diffident among people I am not accustomed to. I wish they could hear me talk at home!' 'After all,' added I, on farther reflection, ' after all, there is a great deal of force in what Mr. Somerville has said. Some how or other, these men of the world do now and then hit upon remarks that would do credit to a philosopher. Some of his general observations came so home, that I almost thought they were meant for myself. His advice about adopting a system of study, is very judicious. I will immediately put it in practice. My mind shall operate henceforward with the regularity of clock-work. How far I succeeded in adopting this plan, how I fared in the farther pursuit of knowledge, and how I succeeded in my suit to Julia Somerville, may afford matter for a farther communication to the public, if this simple record of my early life is fortunate enough to excite any curiosity. THE MARRIED MAN'S EYE. There's daggers in men's eyes!' 'OPEN the window, Hetty,' said my uncle Andover, to the house-maid; 'let in a little fresh air, this fine morning.' Hetty threw up the sash quickly, and smash! went a pane of glass. The poor girl turned her frightened eye toward us, but my uncle went on talking as if he had not heard the noise. 'Sir, Mr. Andover, please to look,' said Hetty, 'I have broken a pane of glass, and Miss Andover will be so angry!' Angry?-for what? Here, take this money,' said he, ‘and run off quickly for the glazier. I will pick up the pieces while you are gone. 'Angry,' indeed! Miss Andover does not get angry for such trifles; but be off before she comes home, if you are afraid.' Dear uncle Andover!-he screened every body from harm. All Camperdown knew the value of his friendship. He was just turned of sixty, with a healthy, unbroken constitution, a fine flow of spirits, and an even temper. He was benevolent and untiring in his disposition to do good; and as all the world knew this, he was not suffered to remain unoccupied a moment. All this, added to a large income, and a larger heart, made him one of the most popular men in Camperdown. With all these qualifications, it was a wonder that he never married, for he was a very handsome man, even at this advanced age. But he was a bachelor from choice, I assure you; for many a lady, even now, would be glad to receive an offer from him. Strange as it may appear, it is nevertheless really true, my uncle was never in love-that is, violently in love, as I am at this moment-and therefore he never thought of marriage. 'My dear uncle,' said I, when the glazier had gone, 'how has it happened that you never married? You have always been rich, and from what I can now see, you must have been very handsome.' Here my uncle pulled up his collar, and settled his chin, casting his eye toward the glass. 'Why, as to that, Leo, I believe I was tolerably well-looking in my youth, and I cannot but say I had many inducements to marry. My parents were very desirous that I should fall in love, and many a beauty was pointed out to me; but I suppose I had no turn for the tender passion. The fact is, Leo, I loved every woman so well, that I was afraid of hurting the feelings of the whole sex, if I gave one the preference. This was not, however, the only reason,' said he, after a pause. 'I had another and a stronger one. All my life I have been watching the behaviour of men to their wives, and I never met |