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of these infuriated cut-throats would mount their horses, and startle the whole valley by their wild yells as they rode
Never before had he slept so soundly or so lazily, for the sun was setting. remembered that Phi-Phing had helped him to a full cup, and smiled on him. Reader, when your friend smiles on you, and helps you to a full cup, return the smile, but toss the draught over your shoulder.
"With uncouth gallop through the night," discharging their rifles with reckless fury at whatever object was first in view. Some men have been known to collect as much as twenty thousand dollars within a few weeks, and spend it in as many days, in what they term a burst,"-drenching themselves in brandy; gambling, feasting, and visiting, until the whole was gone, when they gathered up their traps, and set off on a new adventure, saying, "there's plenty more where that comes from."
One thing was certain. Whampo Whang was a deserted, a ruined man. people usually do under such circumstances, he began to moralise, and regret the spirit of avarice that had led him to forsake his villa, his strong tea, his pork, his opium, all his enjoyment, and his wife! For the first time he remembered he had a wife, and These were the Chinamen's victims. No immediately she appeared to his memory tradesman ever smiled so complacently the best woman in the world. If I might when he sold his profitable mixtures of use a bold simile, I would say that a wife sand and sugar, coffee and beans, sloe leaves is as a commodious harbour which the and tea, sawdust and cocoa, as did Whampo mariner despises when the sea is calm; Whang and Phi-Phing, weighing out although he is very glad to get back to their goods to intoxicated customers. it for shelter from a storm. Indeed a phiWhen the buyer dropped some of his gold-losopher might utter many quaint conceits dust under the scales, or over the counter, and pretty moral maxims upon this exand the sellers offered to return it, he in- ample of Whampo Whang, who now, I variably refused; and this circumstance, say, began to recollect his native land, his noticed by several travellers, besides the paternal emperor, his wife, his meals of Chinamen-whom I should not believe on pork and tea, his opium, and his villa. their own testimony-displays a good trait All these he remembered; but there was of character. By these means the adven- one thing he still forgot, or it might have turers piled up a store of precious coins, mingled his vexation with remorse. Frendust, grains, and fragments; and at length zied with rage against Phi-Phing, who had thought of a return to China, where they cheated him, the idea never occurred to might display to the eyes of the other chil- him that he had cheated others, and that dren of the Sun their glittering booty, all the bond between him and his partner amassed with so much boldness. was of that loose kind called "Honour among thieves." All his thoughts were of vengeance against the poetical speculator who had wronged him; and when he embarked at San Francisco on board a junk bound for Canton, he heard with satisfaction rumours that a certain Chinese gold-digger had been murdered by the Indians at the foot of the Suavey Mountains.
But the pitcher that goeth ninety-nine times to the well may be broken on the hundredth journey! Whampo Whang sat one night in the portable house, and in company with Phi-Phing enjoyed a most delicious repast. They talked of home, with all its dear associations-for having made their fortunes they could afford to be sentimental; and drew fine pictures of the bird's-nest soup, the sea-slugs, and other dainties-fit only for aristocrats that should load their luxurious boards. Phi-Phing smiled on Whampo Whang, and helped him to a full cup.
Next morning the luckless merchant found himself alone in the tent. He looked around to see? Where his friend was?-No!-Where he was?-No! -but where the gold was, and it was gone!
Behold him, then, again with his wife in the loved land of home. Though not quite beggared, he was poor, and his future career
This is all I have heard of him; but I promise the reader I will continue his history, should it happen to be very curious. Most likely he will pass the rest of his days in deserved oblivion and indigence; so that I hope my moral is fully illustrated.
THE LOVES AND THE FATE OF THE DRAGON-
ON a lake whose bosom the sun-beams kiss'd
"In vain, in vain through the weary day
Fair as the snow was her scallop'd cup
Musical as a distant bell,
Soft as the wind's expiring swell.
And the mortal ears that heard her chime
Awfully shone the mountain's form;
Of the lake-tossed reeds when the breeze swept by; Fearfully, fearfully rang the storm;
The lightning's red wreaths his temples bound,
The billows leap'd up in a cold, white spray,
In a holy stillness came on the day,
With thy slender form of burnish'd green,
"As homeward at eve o'erjoy'd I flew
But all along the landscape's face
But where was the lily, so fond, so fair?
Castle Connel, Co. Limerick.