together with papers of great value, showing the owner, one Henry Paterson, to be a man of large dealings in Wall-street, were entrusted to my care.  My companion expressed his inability to trust himself with so large an amount of property, especially as the servants at his hotel were proverbially inclined to take liberties with other people’s goods.  At my request, he said he thought two hundred and fifty dollars would be a moderate consideration, since the owner would no doubt value the restoration of his property at twice that sum.  I was not possessed of so large a sum; but being anxious not to wrong the Quaker, whose quiet demeanor completely won my confidence, I produced one hundred and fifty dollars, which he accepted, saying it was much more than he expected.  My political companion said the air of contentment with which he accepted the reduced sum, was in every way becoming, and bespoke him a worthy gentleman.  As a precaution I took a receipt for the amount, which Greely Hanniford (for such was the Quaker’s name) signed, and took his departure.  My companion said he would do himself the honor of calling upon me at eleven o’clock in the morning, an earlier hour being considered very unfashionable among military men.  He would then, if necessary, bear testimony to the transaction.  It was now twelve o’clock, and bearing me company as far as the Astor House steps, he exchanged civilities and took his departure, having first slipped a card into my hand, upon which was inscribed in neat letters, ‘General Fopp, 32 Pleasant-side Row.’  Pleasant-side Row being a mystery to me, I retired to bed thinking of my first night’s adventure in our modern Babylon, and awoke early in the morning to regret that delay in the pursuit of my mission might cause grievous injury to the nation.”

Again, we bridled old Battle, and proceeded slowly on, the sun being intense enough to dissolve both our brains, and the major cutting short the thread of his story by saying we would dine with Mrs. Trotbridge, whose house we ought to reach by high noon.

“However, it was neither here nor there,” the major resumed; “I knew that no military man of any distinction could escape the formalities and ceremonies it was necessary to go through before being regularly enstated into the good graces of New York society, and so gave myself up to the policy of making the best of it.  I got up, and after making divers inquiries of waiters found straying along the confused labyrinth of passages, got down stairs.  My first business was to search in all the morning papers for the man of the lost treasure in my possession; I read them all only to be disappointed.  Nor had the companion of my adventure remembered to have my arrival, with becoming comments, put in all the papers, as he had pledged his honor to do, having, as he said, an unlimited control over them.  I carefully consulted the columns of the Herald.  And though I discovered in the editor a love for sharpening