19 SEPTEMBER 1840, Page 9

The Savings Bank of Paris received on Sunday 442,297 francs;

whilst the sum of 1,332,70:3 francs was drawn from it.

A munificent donation has been recently made to the University of France by a lady of fortune named Beaumont; who lots given 50,oto francs for the foundation of medals to be awarded to students in the faculty of Law at Paris. This lady, in a letter to the Minister of l'uldic Instruction, says, that she wishes to malt e this foundation in memo y of her son, who greatly distinguished himself at the time of taking his degree of Doctor of Laws not long ago, but unfortunately died soon after ; and she begs that the medals may bear her sou's name.—Gully noni's Mes.,:entier.

lYte amusing and wicked Charivari is most unmerciful in its wit to iii. Thiess for submitting so quietly to the warlike acts of the four Allies, idler threatening so loudly before they commenced operations. The Outriettei draws a parallel between the conduct of the French Minister in this flintier and that of Pierrot after he has been warned by Searomouch-

We remember an tunusing scene, in which Scararnouch warns Pierrot that narlequin is too great with his wife. "Mut-then!" cries Pierrot, "is what you tell me trite, neighbour ? " "Upon the word of Ir1earamoueli," "Sarerlotte! flow du you know it ? " " He has long been fluttering about her, and is with her every evening. when you go out to make bread at the baker's, Cassandre's. And, what's inure, ha has succeeded."

"Christie ! lie has succeeded, do you say? "

"I mean ta soy that he is on the paint of succeeding. She has promised to receive hint tkis, evening in her chamber, when they will walk into a bottle of your old wine."

"111110 tontierres! If I was only certain of it !" •

"There is nothing easier than to make rotirsdf certain, mv dear Phrrot. At ten 11.1I1..ek to•night, the moment you sh;ill have set out vital your busin.s,, Master 11.1;1,..quin will knock at vote: dour. Your witis will run to open it for him. The wine and the glasses arcall ready. They will have nothing to do -but drink it."

" Verrudieu! You have coveroa nit' forehead with a e3111 sweat, nelOtliour." "l'uti have only to hide votir,11; Pierrot. Then whou s,oi sea liarleTtin knock, and your wife open 'lie do,r,1"31 upon Ilia like a tleinderholt, and pat kiln out or the condition to do cue an injure." "1 shall not nil; mine I yon di vil of a ilarlego1n, you wanted to play me a trick. Bat I S11311 catch you in cur own trip. You threat( n my fornhead, scoundrel : take cave of vonr own back."

And Pieta.,c sharpens his sahrm.new loads his pistol, hangs from

hi

weed, tal0 s l,p the posture of a roe:Lille swas'oing, sla-lier, tette tra.:::•k•e•nr.:,

togne, to sunk a tie nee. that Seara!uotiii..11, trielrommei by hi,: terrible oaths, and ids furilielmd detconstrations, it•Ctr.P.,,I, t,■ allow to Imo tau MIII'11 evoked, !Ind (•11Tied aw,mv IIV W;: y.tlorous e.notions, lest lie exh,'nottiate Ilarlequirt all at once in his fare. witlt ith stmt intejeetion so expr.'5siye. that it is iiapo•ilmle to reProatie: it here. At Itilf-past ten Searammiell take": It turn,: t•ovaras the liott,,•:. to learn wha' tsitass'.og I!lore. and finds Pierrot in 311 :1'11litISC3.1.• clear the door.

t..11,- he inquires, " Ilarlequin has not vet come?"

" Yes, he is here these twenty minutes." • " sad he knocked ?"

" " And your wife opened the door ?"

"Then you gave him n devil of a boating; lint you haven't 1.1`.101 hint, 1 hopei"

" I didn't tumult hint. I didn't even show myself. 1 have hero re- fieetine,"

" 11;nv ! vow have tern reflecting?"

" Yes t'• I slid In tuv,clr, " this devil of a Harlequin is lasts: and vigorous. iorcnt 11,turish his batwith perfect antrnre. If I att..i, him per- halm, he too strong for me. 10.1 me unit till he is emit,, out. \V holt Ito shall have ■Irtoil: deep of wine il.loye-stair:, will be e0,16,..el, Lt• limb. Int,nt..1,!y. Theo I'll I.:the hini at allvtota,,,Le, :out make sane of tho seotindrel. Isn't

" .111,13,m are mailing 11.i. hint [tow ?"

And vati say that he has 1:.:011 above these twenty minutes?" " Err . I it's now nearly

" Yig romt, rierrol, pogo you art a root; and you will be so to the end er pm!.

NI. lilt i t I i the veer routtterpart of l'ima•ot. lo lot eto But, at twenty minutes past ten, when Scaramouclie-la-Presse comes to ask Pierrot-Neuf-Aout fur some news from the campaign, be finds Pierrot still armed to the teeth, while the Four Powers are capturing ships and scattering proclamations. Pierrot "is taking time to reflect." Meanwhile, Harlequin has supped with Pierrot's wife, and drunk his wine. The Pasha of Egypt is vanquished, and Constantinople will probably enough lie taken. Pierrot, you are a fuel and a coward; but France will neither be one nor other in dealing with ;on.