SPIES SE BELLEFONTE, FRIDAY MORNING, SEPT 19, 1862. A PARODY. Do they miss me at howe—do they miss me ? Select Hoatr '"Twould be an assurance most dear,’ To krow that my name was forgotten, As though I had never been there; To know that the tailor and landlord, And the bank where my paper is due, And hosts whom I cannot now mention, Had banished me quite from their view, Do they miss me at home—do they wiss me, When the market for money is tight, And collectors in haste are pursuin; Their debtors by day aid by night ? Do the friends who once loaned me a *: fifty,” And others who ldéned me a ‘ ten,” Heave a sigh-of regret as they miss me, And wish they would see me again? Do they miss me at home—do they iniss me; + | When no longer I'm seen upon Change? And do those who were wont to assist me, Say * his conduct’s infernally strange?’ Does the Shylock who loaned me his money, To bear me to regions unknown, Look in vain for occasion to dun me, And wish I again'werc at home ? Do they miss me at home—do they miss me ? 'Twould be an assurance most dear, . To know that my name was forgotten, As though I had never been there. But I know that my bing lingers Around the dear place as roam And whilo I've my wita and my creepers, Thoy’ll miss me—they’ll miss me at home ? THE ANSWER. RY JUE W. FUREY. We miss thee at home—yes, we miss theo, At morning. at noon and at night, Aud we feel, though a rascal hath left us, Hix wits were confoundedly bright ; Tor Le “ diddled” us out of our money, By prown’sing to pay again, The * tens’ and the ** twenties and ** fifties,” He borrowed from credulous men. Uh! when shall wo all learn discretion, Tu lend to no rollicking scamp, Who, one day, is dressed like a nabob, And the next is off on a tramp? bo laughs and boasts of his exploits, And thinks it is wonderful smart, To cheat a poor tailor and landlord, And get on the Sheriff, the start ! But the hearts of nid tailor and landlord, Are waxing hold in their wrath, And ny ewear they will ¢“ beef’ you the instant rings thom into your And the bank that you blarney’d so cutely, That path ; Has offered a handsome per cent., To any who'll kindly inform it, Of the ruad or the path whioh you went ! OL! T tell you you'd better scratch gravel,” And make an extended coat tail, Por the Sheriff, with a “posse com 'tatus,” Is a down on your trail. Now ge it, ol fel, or he'll nab you, And hang you. (by way of a change.) With your heels in the air and head downwards Wich would-look most “infornally strange ' And when you return to the village, We'll gather around you, old boy, And dance in a * jig” and a * hoe-down’’ The depth and extent of our joy! Then some of our jovial fellows Will give you a nice coat of mail. Mado all out of tar and geeso fenthers And “horse” you around on a rat! (From Godey’ Laly's Book.) MY WARD. [ was only twenty-three years of age when | became that important personage, a guardian of the person and fortune of Miss Fanny Leo, and this was how it happened : George Lee and I were classmates in col- fege. and vere not only class but room mates and friends, We were called the in separables, Damon and Pythias, and numer ous jokes went round the college about our fricndship ; yet it stood the test of four years companionship and the ridicule of cu fellow collegians, and we left Alma Mate, He was a splendid fel low, & man to love and be proud to call friend. We settled mn the same city, he as a physician and I as a lawyer, and our in- terzourse was always pleasant. orphan and the sole guardian of one little sister, fifteen years younger than himself. — There were no other relations to wean the love these two felt, one for. the other, away from them, Their father, an Englishman, had brought his wife from the old coun- try.” and when these two died, the children stood alone. Mr. Lee was not wealthy, but he left a small sum, the interest of which was enough for the children to live upon with economy. As soou as George was fair- ly started in the practice of medicine, he firm, true friends. scttled the sum upon his sister. When I was but twenty-three, ‘George two years older, my friend became a victim of our country’s scourge, consumption. In his last illness he implored me to accept the officy of guardian to, his little sister. was