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-, JEW/ I TM% FR,OLIC.
Kitton; Kitten, two months old,
Lying there so round and snug,
Curl'd up in thy:warmest fold '
Of the•warm hearth rug -
Turn your drowsy head this way,
What - Islife? 0, kitten say! -
k‘ Lifer? saith the kitten, winking her eyes,
And twitching her tail in a droll surprise—
Liiiiioh; it's springing dyer the floor,
Out at the - window and in at the door;
Now on the chair back, now on the table
'Mid balls of cotton and skeins of silk,
And-crumbs of sugar and jugs of milk,
All so cosy and comfortable.
It's patting the little dog's ears, and leaping
Round him and o'er him while he's sleeping—
Waking him up in: a sort of affright,
Then off and away, like a flash of light,
Scouring and scampering of 'sight,
Life! • Oh, it's rolling over and over
.On the summer green turf and budding clover:
Chasing the shadows as fast us they run,
Down the garden paths in the mid day sun,
_Prancing and gamboling, brave and bold,
Climbing the tree stems, scratching the mould,
That's Life!" said the kitten two months old.
Kitten, kitten, come sit on my knee,
And listen and listen, 0, kitten, to me! •
One by.one, oh one by one,
The sky, swift shadows sweep over thee—
Daylight' dioth, - and kittenhood*s gone,
And kitten, oh! the rain and the wind!
For cahoot]. cometh, With careful Mind,
And grave cat duties follow behind.
Hark! There's a sound you cannot hear,
I'll whisper its meaning in your ear :
Alma!
(The - kitten 'started with her great green eyes,
And twitched her tail in-a - queer surprise—)
Discs I
No more tit-hits, dainty and nice;
No more mischief and no more play;
But watching by night and sleeping by day—
Prowling wherever the foe may lurk—
Very short commons and very sharp work,
And, kitten, oh the hail and thunder!
That's a blackish cloud, but a blacker's under.
Hark! but you'll fall from my knee, I fear,
When I whisper that awful word in your ear—
R-11-Et-E.S.TS.
(The kitten's heart beat with great pit-pate
But her whisker quiveed, and from their sheath
Flashed out the sharp, white, pearly teeth)
R-a-a-rtrasl
The scorn of dogs, but the terror of cats;
The cruelest fees and the fiercest fighters;
The sauciest thieves and sharpest biters.
But kitten, I see you've a stoutish heart,
8o courage and play an honest part;
Use well your paws,
And strengthen your claws,
And sharpen your tooth and stretch your jaws—
Then woo to the tribes of pickers tend stealers,
Nibblers, and gnawers - and evil dealers
But now you know life's not precisely
The thing your - fancy pictured so nicely,
0111 and away I race over the floor
Out of tho window and in at.the floor I ,
Roll on the turf and bask in the sun,
_Ere night tine cometh; and kittenhood's done.
stLert
From th Berks Comity Press
T . I IIIBLIA ASHTON,
—OR—
TUN. BEAUTIFUL POETESS.
lII' FANNIE
CHAPTER I
Toward the close of a beautiful afternoon
in Summer, a young gentleman was slowly
riding along through the little village of N*--.
Leaving the a little in the distance,
the road led him through a pleasant little
wood, and as he neared a small opening,
was startled by a soft, silvery laugh, which e
rang like music through the wild old wood.
Eager to ascertain the source from whence
the laughproceeded, he quickly'dismounted
from his noble steed and took his way in the
direction of the sound. As he drew near a
small stream, he beheld a young and lovely
maiden seated on the mossy bank, laying her
tiny feet in the riiipling stream; her pure,
White skin was tinted with soft vermillion,
which the rose might envy; * her coral lips
were half parted, revealing teeth: of snowy
whitei;t4ss ; her dark blue eyes so full of mirth
and gayety, were shadowed by long silken
eye-lashes ; her hair, black 'as jet, was parted
over a high and,prominent forehead, and fell
in a profusion Of curls on her neck of snowy
whiteness; By her sid lay a bewitching
little gipsey hat and a bet of white flowers,
which she had.gathered. ' Again that musi
c,al'laugh rang through the - forest, and seemed
to arouse Charles Clifford (for that was the
young gentleman's name) from the reverie
auto which he had fallen.
He thought he had never before seen such
beauty and _loveliness, but there as some
thing familiar in ,the countenance of the
young girl that it seemed he bad seen her be
fore, and on advancing nearer, Charles be
held in. the little beauty, - Lillia Ashton, to.
whom he had been introduced a few - evenings
before at a party. Going near to where Lil
lie. was sitting, he gallantly , saluted her, but
she started at the sound of a voice so unex
pectedly near her, and with a look of fear,
she raised her eyes to his; but was quickly re
assured, as she also, remembered Charles
Clifford at the party spoken of, and there
forming a slight acquaintance with him.
Charles seated himself on the bank by her
side, and they were soon engaged in lively
conversation. Thus passed alittle time, when
Lillia - arose, thinking it time to go home—
Chailes requested permission to accompany
her, Which was - granted him, and when he
left her.'at: the:house it was with an invitation
from Lillis; to' call when co
I venient.
CHAPTER I.
Lillia entered the house and sat down to
her evening meal. She related to hei mother
all the circumstances . pertaining to young
Clifford. Part of the evening was spent in
reading to her fond mother, when Lillia re
tired to her rest, perhaps to dream of the day's
adventure ; but whatever were the nature of
her dreams, Lillia arose with the sun, and
was as happy and light-hearted as the lark
that sang beneath her window.
During the morning young Howard came
in and requested a private interview with Lil
lia. He came to ask her hand in marriage,
but was rejected, and took his leave with a
sad countenance. Howard bad often ex
pressed his . pelings in regard to Lillie., but
she never ga.:::ltim the least encouragement,
for she knew she did not love him, and now
she had rejected his offer.
A few minutes after little Nell Howard
came iu, surprising Lillian in their little sit
ting room in deep meditation. In their con
versation Nell asked Lillie—
WILLIAM LEWIS,
VOL. XII.
"How long before I am going to have you
for a sister ?"
" Never, dear Nell, never. I told your bro
ther so this morning. I can never lave him
as a wife." - -
‘q shall never forgive you dear Lillia,"
said Nell, as she left the house, " for you
know I always meant you should be my sis
ter."
Long after Nell left, Lillia remained in the
same position, apparently in deep thought,
until she heard her mother calling her. She
quickly arose and entered the kitchen,
where
her mother was, and she soon engagedherself
with some household :duties. In the after
noon she received a call from Charles Clifford,
who was very agreeable in conversation and
manners.
With the reader's permission, we will now
describe the personal appearance of Charles
Clifford, he was tall and well proportioned, a
high and intelligent forehead; shaded by
dark, glossy hair, black e±es, - that seemed-to
beam with the intelligence of the soul within ;
small and finely chiselled mouth, the upper
lip being set off by a handsome moustache ;
his outward appearance and address, was
that of a gentleman,:while his Mind was well
stored with the good and useful. -
Thus was Lillia Ashton forming the ac
quaintance of a gentleman who could appre
ciate a nature so good and pure as was hers.
:Young Clifford's visits became more and
more frequent, until his* -od cultivation of
mind and gentlemanly chit, actor won the con
fidence of Lillia, who in trusting innocence
admitted him. to intimate friendship in her
feelings. Ile rode by her side ;he strolled
with her through the forest. They talked
and sang together, in short, he seemed en
tirely devoted to Lillia, and• a nice observer
not only would have - discovered • the tender-:
ness that dwelt in Clifford's voice when he
addressed Lillia, but the most casual one,
would have realized the deep interest Lillia
felt in his society. Thus day by day this
feeling between them grew more positive in
its nature, until it ripened into pure love for
each other.
One pleasant afternoon - they had taken
their accustomed walk in the forest, when
Mrs. Ashton saw them arm in arm, walking
slowly to the house, in a few moments they
entered, Lillia seating herself in. the door,
while Charles threw himself at the-feet of
her mother, and declared his love. for Lillia.
" Mr. Clifford," said Mrs. Ashton, "do you
think youl.eriously love my daughter ?"
" Yes," he answered, "1. know I love her
truly and sincerely, 'and I know that love is
returned, for I had it from own lips,
and now we only await your sanction, to be
the happiest of beings."
" Well," said Mrs. Ashton, while a tear
glistened on her check, "may the blessings
of heaven rest upon you both, my children,
and may you always live in the smiles of each
other's love."
While her mother was speaking ' 'Jinja had
knelt with Charles at her feet, and there re
ceived that fond mother's blessing, and the
joy that filled their loving hearts, none. but
the experienced can know.
Thus they dived on, happy in the love they
bore for each other, until business of impor
tance called him to the city, which would de
tain him some weeks.
The time having arrived, Charles bid adieu.
to the one he loved most on earth, and prom
ised to write her weekly. Thus every week
brought Lillia a kind and affectionate letter
from Charles. They were not love-sick, sen
timental effusions; but well written and in
teresting letters, through which a tender and
affectionate spirit ran like a silver thread,
linking their various themes in consonance
together. In these letters the engagement
between them Was alluded to as a matter to
which their hearts had set the seal.
CHAPTER 111.
One beautiful morning while Lillia was
busy with her plants, to - which she paid
great care and attention, Nell "Howard came
in with the journal of N— in her hand,
and exclaimed, -41
"I have found you out at last."
" Found out what ?" asked Lillia.
"Why who is the author of all this beauti
ful poetry, that signs her name Nina?"
A red flush stole over Lillia's fair brow for
an instant, but soon gaining her usual com
posure, she asked Nell who she thought it
was.
" Why, I think it is you, dear Lillia."
So Lillia was obliged to own what she
thought a secret, at last.
At length the day upon which she regu
laxly received a letter from Charles, arrivd,
and she was all impatience until the post
boy came. Leaving her one, Lillia at once
hastened to her room to peruse the contents
of the much wished for letter; but what was
her surprise and disappointment on opening
it; to find it was not from Charles, but from
the editor of the journal for which she wrote;
saying that the Poet of the Times requested
an interview. with her at his office, . the fol
lowing day. Lillie, had often read arid ad
mired the poetry in the Times, and thought
the author a very talented and gifted writer,
and now she. was to see him and converse
with him personally, it was a pleasure she
had not anticipated.
. The nest morning Lillie. was Busy in
making preparation for a short journey, and
when the stage arrived it found her in readi
ness, when kissing her mother a gentle
"good bye," she took her seat in the stage
and was soon whirling along . through pleas
ant scenery of high mountains, sloping val
leys, and green meadows. .
The morning was very pleasant, and Lillia
thought she had never enjoyed a ride more,
and almost regretted when the stage stopped
at the editor's office.
Mr. Edwards very politely received her,
and they conversed awhile on the topics of
the day, when 11r. Edwards excused himself
from the room, but soon returned and an
nounced that the Poet of the Times had ar
rived and was in waiting to see hor, He
then threw open the door that led to the re
ception room, and there Lilha confronted the
Poet; but what was the surprise of Mr. E.
to nee. them clasped in each others arms, for
it was Charles Clifford whoni Lillia had met
there. Now she no longer wondered why
she had so much admired the poetry, for
every word seemed to breathe of Charles,
and his love to her.
CHAPTER IV.
We will now-leave _them for the space of
five.years.• The old. house; the house of Lil
la's childhood, has been torn down, and in
its' place stands a neat little cottage built
after the-modern style, -with smoothed grav
eled walks and beautiful vine trellised ar4'
hors. It, looks the ideal,,of • happiness and
comfort - -without, while Within are tendei
and loving hearts. -
We will now enter the cozy little sitting
room, looking so neat and inviting. By the
window sits a lovely female holding in her
arms a sweet little rosy-checked girl of about
one summer, while at the back of her chair
stands a beautiful boy 'of some three years,
his hand was on his mother's comb, and we.
hear him say, "may I, mamma?" but before
she had time t 6 answer, the comb was throWii
to the other side of the room. A loud, merry'
laugh broke from the little rogue's . lips as
his mother was gathering up her beautiful
hair, when a .well known step was heard in
the hall, and now the door softly opens, and
a tall gentlemanly person enters, who now:
makes the
,happiness of this domestic circle
complete,----for it is Charles Clifford and his
dear Lillia, who is one of the most loving
and affectionate wives and' mothers. And
now, kind 'reader,: we will leave them, and
may they
( 4itteresting
The first inquiry of a woman. after mar
riage should be, "How shall I continue the
love I have inspired? How shall I preserve the
heart . I haVe won?"
1. Endeavor to make your husband's habi
tation alluring and delightful to him. Let it
be to him a sanctuary to which his heart may
always turn from the calamities of life. Make
it a repose from his cares, a shelter from the
world, a home not for his person only but for
his heart. He niay meet with pleasure in:
other house's, but lot him find pleasure in his
own. Should he be dejected, soothe him;
shOuld he be silent and thoughtful, do not
heedlessly disturb him; should he be studious
favor him with all practicable facilities? or
should he be peevish, make allowance for hu
man nature and by your sweetness, gentle
ness, and good humor, urge him continually
to think ; though he may not say it, " This
woman is, indeed, a comfort to me: I cannot
but love her ; and requite such gentleness
and affection as they deserve."
2. Invariably adorn yourself with delicacy
and modesty. These, to a man of refinement,
are attractions the most highly captiVating ;
while their opposites never fail to inspire dis
gust. Let the delicacy and modesty of the
bride be always, in a great degree, supported
by the wife.
3. If it be possible, let • your husband sup
pose you think him a good husband, and it
will be a strong stimulous to his being so.—
As long as he thinks ho possesses the reputa
tion, he will take some pains to deserve it;
but when he has once lost the name, he will
be apt to abandon the reality. •
4. Cultivate and exhibit with the greatest
care and constancy, .cheerfulness, and good
humor. They give beauty to the -finest face;
and impart charms where charms are not.—
On the contrary, a gloomy, dissatisfied man
ner, is chilling and-repulsive to his feelings ;
he will be very apt to seek elsewhere for those
smiles and that cheerfulness which he finds
not in his own house.
5. In the article of dress, study your hus
band's tastes. The opinion of others on this
subject is of but very little consequence, if he
approves.
6. Particularly shun what the world calls,
in ridicule, "curtain lectures." When you
shut your door at night, endeavor to shut out
at the same moment all discord and conten
tion, and look upon your chamber as a retreat
from the vexations of the world, a shelter sa
cred to peace and affection.
How indecorous, offensive, and sinful it is
for a woman to exercise authority over her
husband, and to say, "I will not have it so.
It shall be as I like?" But I trust the num
ber of those who adopt this unbecoming and
and disgraceful manner is so small as to ren
der it unnecessary for me to enlarge on the
subject.
7. Be careful never to join •in a jest and
laugh against your husband: Conceal his
faults, and speak only of his merits. _Shun
every approach to extravagance. The want
of economy has involved millions in misery.
Be neat, tidy, orderly, methodical. Rise
early, breakfast early, have a place for every
thing, and every thing in its place.
S. Few things please a man more than see
ing his wife notable and clever in the man
agement of her household. A. knowledge of
cookery, as well as every other branch in
housekeeping, is indispensable in a female,
and a wite should always endeavor to sup
port with applause the character of the lady
and the housewife.
0. Let home be your empire—your world.
Let it be the stage on which, in the varied
character of wife, mother, and of mistress,
you strive to shine. In its sober, quiet scenes,
let your heart cast its anchor—let your feel
ings and pursuits all .be centred. Leave to
your husband the task of distinguishing him
self by his valor or talents. Do you seek for
fame at home, let your applause be that of
your servants, your children, your husband,
your God.
geir "John," said a doting parent to her
rather insatiable boy, "can you eat that pud
ding with impunity?"
"I don't know, ma," replied the young
hopeful, "but I guess I can with a spoon."
HUNTINGDON, JUNE 10, 185,7.
Never forget the holy love
It 'lath been their's - to keep,
Undimmed amid all cares snd
The good, the pure, the deep,
The trusting love of early youth,
Still fair in its own changeless truth
To Wives.
.---P.ERSEVEWE., -
Bayard Taylor's Opinion of Feminine
Virtue in - the 'Frigid Zone.
Bayard Taylor, writing from Juoxengi, in
the Frigid Zone, on the 6th' of January, tells
us of a nurse named Fredrica, who attended
to his case When suffering the horrors of
toothache, and makes' some remarks on worn
ankind in general, in the paragraph annex
,
- . 'This good-hearted girl' was a genuine
eimen of the Northern Stvediah female. Of
.medium, height; 'plump, but not stout,- with a
rather slender waist and expansive hips,.and
a foot which
. stepped .firmly and nimbly at
the - Same time, she - vas - as cheerful a body as
one would wish to see. • Her hair was of
that silky blonde so commouin Sweden ; her
eyes a- clear, pale blue, her nose straight
and well formed, her cheek of the delicate
pink of a wild rose leaf,- and - her- teeth so
white, regular and perfect that I am. sure
she . would make her fortune in America.—
Always cheerful, kind and. active, she had,
nevertheless, a hard life of it; she was - alike
cook, chambermaid and hostler, and had a
cross mistress to boot. She made our fires
in the morning darkness and brought us our.
early coffee while we yet lay in our bed; in
accordance with the luxurious - habits of the
Arctic zone. Then, until the last drunken
guest was silent, -toward midnight, there
was no respite from labor. Although suffer
ing from a distressing cough; she had the
out door as well as the in door duties to dis
charge, and we saw her in a sheepskin jack
et, harnessing horses, in a temperature 30°
below zero. The reward of such a service
was possibly about eight American dollars a
year. When, on leaving, I gave her about
as much as one of our hotel servants -would
expect for answering- a question, the poor
girl was overwhelmed with gratitude, and
even the stern landlady was so impresSed by
my generosity that she insisted on lending
us a sheepskin for, our feet, saying we were
"good men."
" There 'is something exceedingly primitive
and unsophisticated in the manners of these
Northern people-:-a straightforward honesty,
which takes the honesty of others for grant
ed—a latent kindness and good will which
may at first be overlooked, because it is not
demonstrative, and a total unconsciousness
of what is called, in highly cultivated cir
cles, " propriety." The freedom of manners
which, in some countries, might denote luxu
ry Of morals, is here the evident stamp of
1. - Akeir - - purity. ' The thought -has often recurr
ed to me—which is the most truly pure and
virginal nature, the fastidious American girl,
who blushes at the sight of a pair of boots
outside a gentleman's bedroom door, and
who requires that certain unoffending parts
of the body and articles of clothing should
be designated by delicately circumlocutions
terms, or the simple-minded Swedish women,
who come into our bedrooms with coffee, and
make our fires while we get up and dress,
coming and going during all the various
stages of the toilet, with the frankest uncon
sciousness of impropriety? This is modesty
in its healthy and natural development, not
in those morbid forms which suggest an
imagination ever on the alert for prurient
images. Nothing has confirmed my impres
sion of the virtue of Northern Sweden more
than this-fact and I have rarely felt more re
spect for women or more faith in the in
herent purity of her nature. .
How seldom do we think of the dead!—
Although we sit around the same hearth
where they once sat; and read from the
same volumes they so loved to peruse, yet
we do not think of them. Oh, how the heart
throbs with wild and uncontrollable emotion
as we stand beside the dying friend we
dearly loved ! We wildly strive, but all in
vain, to prolong the precious life, we follow
in the deepest anguish down the dark flow
ing river; the spirit of the loved one passes
onward alone ; and we are left to linger on
the shores of time. We think, as we behold
the inanimate form consigned to the cold,
damp grave, and hear the damp earth rattle
over it, we will never forget the life scenes
of the departed—that their memory will
always remain fresh in our hearts, and
almost wonder that the busy multitude can
move so briskly around us.. But the sun
shines brightly as ever on the new made
grave. Nature looks on smiling and the
birds sing as merrily as before.
Again we mingle with the busy, jostling
throngweeks and months roll on—we visit
the grave less frequently, and gradually cease
to think of lost ones, save when some voice
or incident of by-gone days recalls them to
our memory. The feelings of bitter anguish
and bereavement are soon worn " off by the
accumulating cares and pleasures of life.—
Thus we, in turn, must ere long pass away
and be forgotten. Such is human life.
AN EDITOR ON lIIS TRAVELS.-ODO of our
brother editors has been traveling some, and
relates how the barber made a dead head of
him:
" While on board a steamer the fuzz grew
rather longer than was agreeable, and we re
paired to the barber shop to have it taken off.
The fellow did it up in first rate style, and
we pulled out a dime and proffered it to him,
as a reward for his services. lie drew him
self up with considerable pomposity—
" I understand," said he, " dat you is an
editor 2"
" Well, what of it ?" said we.
" We neber charge editors nuffm 1"
" But, my woolly friend," we continued,
"there are a good many editors traveling now
a-days, and such liberality on your part will
prove a ruinous business."
" Oh ! neber mind," remarked the barber,
" we make it up off de gemmen !"
~There is something like enchantment
in the very sound of the word youth, and the
calmest heart,- at every season of life, beats in
double time to it.—Landor.
IRP'A friend that you buy. with presents
will be bought from you.
The Dead
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Scandal Mongrs.
In every community there is a certain class
of people whose only object in life seems to
be, to defame and injure those around them.
Generally persons of small 'mind and low or
igin, they seek to drag others down, because
their own merits will not suffice to give there i !
a creditable position in society. It has been
our lot to meet' with several of this class and
we haVe'rnacle their frailty a -study; but we
confess-nO philosophy will account for alltheir
caprices. , One person, for instance, goes back
into the past 'and 'resurrects all the old stories
of familyshort-comings, dissensions, of "what
was once-said," and a sad array is thrown
into the teeth of some excellent man or wo
man, as old sins, whichrthey are .expected to
bear. In consequence, the whole neighbor
hood is busy with these old, and most usually
false tales of scandal and gossip, and the tale
bearer.has the satisfaction of seeing, really
worthy people in much trouble and pain from,
the unexpected imputations made against
them. But here is the mystery ; that very
tale-bearer has a past of the most unenviable
repute—her family were of the most "scaly"
kind of people, and lived such a life as does
not look well in print; and why a person of
slid': descent should indirectly excite atten
tion to her own affairs and - her not forgotten
past, by her revival of ancient scandal is, it
strikes us, puzzling to tell. It has served to
quicken our suspicions that all scandal mon
gers. have a family escutcheon not particular
ly pure ; and we have come to the conclusion
that he or she whose tongue is busy with rep
utations and family happiness, is just the per
son whose past ought to be shrouded in dark
ness. If a decent respect for the feelings of
the living and the dead will not prevent the
exhumation of that which time has buried
and grown over with flowers, let the busy
body.think she is greatly lowered in the esti
mation of worthy people, and thus be silent
from fear.
Tice Love of Smut
The love of smut seems to be among the
primal instincts of the human heart. It takes
a good deal of the refinements of cultivation
to eradicate the original proclivity for filth
which belongs to the animal basis of man.—
- What a philanthropist calls "passions," are
intuitively prone to obscene indulgence ; and
there is a universal fondness for dirty stories,
salacious tales and filthy reports of crime and
indecencies, which is ever a, fortune to cater
for it. The most sternly virtuous will devour
"on the sly," the most disgusting details of a
Kalloch trial that ever disgraced the dirtiest
sheet. And this is the stuff that "sells," this
is what makes a newspaper "popular," and
gives it a tremendous "circulation!" There
have been matters published in some of our
"dailies" during the past week which render
the vender clearly indictable under the statute
against obscene publications. And yet these
foul and beastly papers are permitted to go
into the parlors of our fashionable families
and to soil the hands and hearts of our fair
est daughters. The youthful mind becomes
corrupted, the imagination diseased, and pu
rity of thought and life departs at once and
forever from the sanctuary of the heart and
home. A newspaper that will not minister
to this tainted taste becomes insipid and "un
popular." It is like a glass of clear spring
water to the rum puckered mouth; and, how
ever healthful such beverage may be to the
unsophisticated system, it is decidedly dis
tasteful to the purient palate. To those flour
ishing publishers who pander to this morbid
appetite, for smut, a Kalloch trial is a "per
fect god send." It runs up the "circulation"
of their journals, puts money in their purse,
and.the titilated public grin, gulp and swal
low the dirty "developments" with all the
greedy gout of a Satyr.—Mirro r.
Low NECKED DRESSES.—The low-necked
dresses of the ladies are made the theme of
small jokes by certain chaps. In our opinion,
it is with the ladies a matter of taste, which
they might be allowed to indulge at their dis
cretion ; the wise who would ridicule them
bad better look at home, and as they live in
glass houses, abstain from throwing stones.
If they don't like to see the ladies, let them
look another way. There was a grand party
out at Madame R.'s some time ago, and the
mass of the ladies present were extremely
lowly minded—so low were some of them dis
posed to go, that Spindle said to his friend
Shanks:
" Did you ever see the like ?"
"No," says Shanks,"l never did—atleast,
not since I was weaned."
This was outrageoui ; but presently the
saps - met the belle of the evening—a splendid
creature—and Spindle exclaimgd:
"What a galaxy of beauty!"
"Well, I declare," says Shanks, "you have
the advantage of. me. I thought a galaxy in
cluded a constellation of beauties.'
"So it does," says Spindle, " and don't
yoh see. the milky way ?"
On they passed, and soon encountered a
magnificent woman, with such frank devel
opments as to leave no room for doubt as to
the quality of her charms..
" There," says Spindle, "is the finest wo
man in the house.
" Fact," says Shanks, " she out-strips. all
the rest."
FAULT Firmuns..—ln our judgment there
can be no more detestable companion than a
brutish fault-finder. We have them every
where. Their tailor, their shoemaker, their
merchant, all are defective. On Sunday they
Complain that their preacher preaches too
long or too short. In business their lawyer
gives wrong advice, and charges too much
for it; and the printers—bless the craft, come
in for a good share of their spleen. This
one's editorials are too lively, that one's too
dull and prosy; this is perhaps in the wrong
place, and there's a word the " devil" has
misspelled. Then the climate is bad—the
weather is too hot or too cold and things arc
wrong generally and out of "gear" particu
larly. Such parsons had better wait for a
chance' in their mode of existence, when
probably the weather will he really warm
and dry.—American Citizen.
Editor and Proprietor.
NO. 51.
Home Opera
,Since the night, when Ike went * thei
opera, he has been (as Mrs. Parting-ton says)
as crazy as a bed-bug ; and the kind old dame
has been fearful lest, he should become. non
po nzpu.s rnentus, through his attempt at:imi
tating the operatics. The next morning af
ter the opera, at the breakfast table, Ike
reached over his cup, and, in a soft tone, hd
sang:
`• Will yon, will you; Mrs.
:Help me to a cup of tea?
The old lady looked at him -with surprisci i
his conduct was so unusual., and for a moment
she hesitate& .11'e continued, in a more
passioned strain :
4g AC; not, ao riot keep me waiting,
Do not, pray, bo hesitating;
I am anxious to bo drinking; '
So, pour out, axquick as winking."
She gave him .the tea with a sigh, as sho'
says , the excitement in his face. lie stirred
it in silence, and in his abstraction, took three
spoonsful of sugar. At last, he sang again :
Table cfoths, and cups and saucer's,
Good white bread and active jaws, sirs;
Tea—gunpowder and souchong—
• Sweet enough, but not too strong;
Bad for health to cat hot biscuit,
But risk it—Butter'll fix it."
" What do you mean, my poor boy ?" said
Mrs. Partington, tenderly.
All right, steady-:-never clearer,
Never loved a breakfast dearer,
I'm not bound by witch or wizard, -
So do not fret jam Precious gizzard."
"But, Isaac," persisted the" dame: Ike
struck his left hand upon the table; swung
his knife aloft in his right, and looking at a.
plate upon the table, broke forth :
What form is that to me appearing?
Is it mackerel or herring?
Let me dash upon it, quick
'Neer again that fish shall kick- -
Nc'er again - , though thrice a's large=
Charge upon them, Isaac—charge I
The Destiny of Kansas.
After all 'the weeping and wailing and
onashinc , of teeth of the Black Republican
politicians over the fate of bleeding Kansas,
they are now terribly exercised by the f6ar
that it will become a free State. Gen. Porn- ,
eroy, a leading Free State man, is no* on a
visit to Boston, and. the Boston Traveller
states that he declares the Free State people
Will be succesful, perhaps in the Constitu
tional Convention, but certainly in the elec
tion of a Legislature in the fall. The famous'
pro-slavery paper, the Squatter Sovereign,
has been purchased and will hereafter be con
ducted by Free State parties, and the pro-'
slavery party, (according to Gen. Pomeroy),
"are quite disposed to compromise with a
Constitution saying nothing for or against
slavery!'
Although the Territory is progressing so
peaceably and so rapidly that the shriekers
are quite alarmed. They are like physicians
who live in districts "distressingly healthy."
Their last card is to persuade the people- of
Kansas • to stay away from -the polls at the'
Constitutional election, and to leave the whole'
election in the hands of the pro-slavery men.
But it is doubtful whether even this project
will succeed. The idea of urging the people .
of every Northern State of the Union to east.
all their ballots with . the single purpose of
making Kansas a free State, to the utter neg
leet of all questions which directly affect
them, yet at the same time persuading the
people of Kansati, who, above ail others, are
most deeply interested in this question, not
to vote at all upon it, is certainly a -0317
sublime conception, but we doubt whether
any considerable body of voters either of
the Territory of Kansas,
or in any of the
Northern States can be duped by it.
The true solution of the whole problem is ,
to be found in the Democratic policy of "Pop-
Ular Sovereignty," and to this complexion
will the whole subject inevitably come atlast.
The people of Kansas will settle their insti
tutions and local laws by their own votes, -
and the people of the Northern States will'
learn to decide their elections with reference .
to the issues which directly afect their
vidual welfare, and all the Black Republican
humbug ab out Kansas will speedily be numm- .
tiered among the follies of the past.—[Penn-.
sylvanian.
JENNY LIND COMING TO AMERICA.-A
respondent of the Christian. Enquirer, writing.
from Vienna, says:
" While in Dresden we had the delightful
pleasure of seeing Jenny Lind often, in her .
domestic capacity of wife and mother, and it
was a great scource of satisfaction to me to'.
find her in the most interesting relations of
life as happy as it was possible to imagine.—'
She has a fine boy three and a half years old.
Her voice is as excellent and touching as ever,
if anything more so; and lam glad-to be able
to say that we have at least a chance of hear- -
ing her again in the United States, for she
will probably settle down permanently either
in the United States or England, within six
months; and although I think thatshe would
prefer the latter country, I am almost sure'
that she would, in such case, visit us, as she
has a great desire to revisit America, not for'
the sake of making money, but because she .
likes the country and the people. Still, if
once there, she- will sing, "for she must bd
singing:"
THE WOLF AND THE BID.--A very stupid.
wolf—they are not all so—found a stray kid.
" Little friend," said the rapacious animal;
" I have met you very seasonably ; you shall
make me a delightful supper, for I have nei
ther breakfasted nor dined to-day." "If it
must be so," said the kid, " grant me at leaSi
one small favor. I have heard say that you
are a perfect musician ; give me, I pray thee,
a song before I die." The foolish wolf agreed
to the request, but in attempting to sing.he
began to howl in a most horrid manner,-which
immediately drew the shepherd with his dogs
to the spot, and he was obliged to take flight
with all speed. " Very well, 'said he to him
self as he ran away, " this will teach me a
good lesson ; I see now that I had better: con
flue myself to the trade of a butcher, instead
of imitating a musician."
A QUEER DEFINITION.----A genuine joke ie
seldom out of place ; on the contrary, it is
ever welcome, and we flatter ourselves that
we have found one worthy of record. We
have a dear, good, matronly aunt, who makes
us a short visit every few montbs—and it is
of her we intend relating. She is now, at
this present writing, making us a visitation
of a few days ; and the other evening, - when
reading a political paper, she suddenly ex
claimed, Dear me ! what's a fillibuster ?"
We explained the meaning of the word to the
best of our poor, ability, and then inquired
what she had supposed it to be. "Oh said
she, " I thought it was a kind of bomb sh,ell,
that Intst, and flew all over I"
Lazy rich girls make, rich men poor
and industrious poor girls make poor men
rich.