head first, was reading a book called Ovid, I believe Dryden is the author, where there was a very pretty affecting story, called, 'Pyramid and Thisby.' I dare say you know the story?" "Yes, I recollect something of it." "Now, sir, I think a great deal in a story is a pretty name."
"Story—Carolino and Athalia often see one another at a windore, and being both extraordinary handsome, they fall in love with each other; but their parents being rival shopkeepers, is not friends, and so they are against the lovers, and they are obliged to whisper secretly through a crany in the wall of the back-yard. Accordingly they lament that they cannot be oftener together and nearer, and agree to have an assignation in a church-yard, when the neighbours should be in bed." "A church-yard!" said our hero; "is not that a melancholy scene for a meeting of lovers" "Oh, no. In the story-
