IHE'SrSSI£SJav Ips Pnf if von h .ve t thought that any change which time will bring will shake my resolution, put it away at once. Where 1 have once lost my re spect 1 can no longer love Within the lust hour the whole plan of my life seems to have changed. My love for you has gone, never to return It is best that you should know it. I sincerely hope that you may awaken to a full sense of the disgrace in which you have involved yourself, and may seek as far as possible to repair it. Should such be the case, my good opinion of you may in time be restored. Ho not seek for more ' Frederic Mordaunt took his hat slowly, and let' the room, fie felt that it would be useless to urge his suit further. There was that in the expression and tone of Bes sie Graham which warned him that it would be useles to urge his suit further. There was that ,n the expression and tone of Bes ie Graham which warned him that its would he in vain. Kven in that hour, per haps, the loss of the fortune which the heiress would have brought him was not the least bitter ingredient in his cup of humiliation. Yes, even in the pecuniary view, his speculation had failed miserably. He had gained five thousand dollars and lost two hundred thousand As for Bessie, she did not grieve much for the lover she had dism ssed It was as she had said. All her love for hitn had passed away when she awoke to a sense of Lis ur worthiness, She has firmly resolved that whenever her hand is given, it shall be to one who has devoted himself heart aud band to the service ot his country JANES VALENTINE. What a singular tableau ! Three beau tiful girls convulsed with laughter, and one plain faced rnaide,. bathed in tears. It was St. Valentine's Kve. Missive after missive had been brought into the back parlor at Judge Mil ford's by the obse quious waiter. Some of these offerings were large and expensive ; some tiny and delicate ; some replete with flattery ; some redolent with perfumery: ail eminently silly. But none of these had occasioned the mirth of the trio, or the grief of the one. Some yuigar person had sent a vile carica ture to the plain sister, accompanied by an exaggerated description of her ugliness in verse. It was quite painful enough to Jane to know that she possessed no claim to her persona! beauty. Could she have lost sight of this lact she would have appealed dif ferently at times. Hut her sisters always managed to bring their own prefctiness into such forcible contrast with her plainness, that she was rarely free trout a nervous sort of consciousness of her personal de fects. But she had good sense and a patient spirit, which they had not. Still, when they grew so merry over her solitary Yal eritine, she finally burst into tears, in spite of her efforts to the contrary; for Jane was in the habit of concealing her emo tions, when wounded and heart sire, until safely concealed in her own room. 'Look!' exclaiimd Isabella, opening her black eyes to their utmost capacity, 'the child is really weeping. Why Jane ! you look more like the picture than ever. Y'ou would never do for a heroine in a novel, for they are always represented as irresistible in tears.' 1 Mercy ! how red your eyes are/ ejacu lated i-zure-orbed Clara. Y"ou do look frightful. ' The poor child can't help being ugly !' interpoi-d Fanny, gazing complacently in to the n irror opposite, where her red lips and auburn ringlets were advantageously reflected. 'That is just what pains me/sobbed Jane. ' Because God saw fit to create me plain. I do not see why I should be made j the but of every coarse jest. I suppose I i have feelings like other people. Should ' my faults of temper or omissions of duty i he chosen as the subject of ridicule, I I should not complain; but to ridicule my personal appearance, I think, savors of ; coarseness aud ignorance.' Isabel's black eyes flashed. Jane the youngest of them all, always so submissive, always so humble, to hurst out so sudden ly, with so pointed a declaration ! ' Mr. Lee, in the drawing-room, wishes i to see Miss Jane/ announced the servant at this juncture. ! ' Are you certain he said Jane?' demand j ed Clara. ' Yes mem/ replied the waiter. I ' Lottie is ill again, no douht/ suggested ! Fanny. 'Jane is such an excellent nurse/ j and Isabel added, ' I wish cousin Charles j had come to spend the evening in a socia j ble way.' It would certainly be very agree able, for Charley Lee was a rich, fine look ing, and intelligent widower and remotely related to the Mi Tarda. No wonder the three graces at Milford Hall found cousin Charles an interesting gentleman, his little daughter Lottie a perfect angel, and his country seat ate restrial Paradise Jane loitered on the war to the drawing room, striving to efface ail traces of her recent grief. *I Lottie il' ?' interrogated she. as Mr Lee approached her 'No Line, he ic-piied, 'Lottie is will, i but iu want.' New Series-Vol. XVIII. No. 18. 'ln want!' -lane repeated. \ es. in want of a mother, and I of a wife, and I have conte here to night to of fer myself to little .Jane Milfotd as hervu! tine for lite, if she will accept a mm old enough to be her father ' 4 Why, I atu very plain!' .she faltered forth, ' I have just received the most hor rid caricature you ever saw in considera tion of my claims to extraordinary ugliness. 4 I recollect thinking you plain when I first saw you,' be replied ; 4 but now in mv eyes, you are the prettiest of the tour, lie sides I do not base my preferences on per sonal beauty. You are good, gentle, and sweet toned; and 1 love you But übout the valentine; do you consider me particu larly ill looking ? 4 \ ou, Mr. Lee !' said Jane, innocently, 4 why you are handsome.' 4 Well, 1 received a valentine to-day quite as grotesque as your own, I'll br bound,' and unfolded a sheet, revealing r lone widower shivering over a miserable fire. 4 But this awakened me to a sense o my lonely condition, and I determined t appeal to you, notwithstanding uiy fear o your reply, when 1 considered my thirty six and your eighteen years, "is that a barrier, dear Jane V Dear Jane ! What a charm lingered a)' around those two little words! Who hat ever pronounced them so softly and ten derly before? No one, she was positive and she naively replied. 'Oh ! I should never think of that.' ' What can keep Jane so long?'s ! . Clara, restlessly, ' I can't think for my . what cousin Charles could want.' Jane entered the room just as she $ spoken these words. ' Where is cousin Charles ?' que- Fanny. 4 In the study with papa,' was the swer, and, taking a light, Jane glided J the room to bealone with her new happi> ? The next morning, wonder, chagrin, s disappointment could be discovered in faces of the three sisters, on hearing t' father congratulate Jane on the very el. ble match she had made. 4 For,' said 4 I have always hoped to see Charles my son in law, and, though you are. beauty, I think he has managed good sq in his selection.' Jane keeps her caricature. She s she looks at it occasionally, for fear 1 o'her Valentine (Charles} should succet in making her believe herself very prefy ■tftSEKUA'J.SM-.. lloic Me Stanton Settled a Point. —A Washington correspondent writes: • flie town is laughing at an amusing story of a recent interview between tho Secretary ot Wai and the Presidentoi the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. It is too good to be lost I give it as I find it afloat. 'The dralt has fallen with great severi ty upon the employees of our company.' 'lndeed V ' If something is not done to relieve us, it is difficult to foresee the consequences.' ' Let them pay the commutation.' 'lmpossible! the men can't stand such a tax.' ' They have a rich company at their back, and that's more than other people have ' 4 They ought to be exempted, because they are necessity to the working of the road for the Government.' 4 That can't be.' 'Then, I will stop the road.' 4 lf you do, I'll take it up and carry it ou.' 'The discussion is said to have been dropped at this point, and the very wor thy President is still working the road as successfully as ever.' S&"A few days since a recruiting agent carried a finely proportioned man to the surgeon for exainiration, telling the man to return to the ward room as soon as he had been pa sed. In due time the man arrived, bringing his own rejection. There was indignation among the recruiting com mittee, who immediately began to feel the muscles of this splendid specimen of a man, and point out the beauties of his structure. Loud were their complaints and bitter the denunciations of Dr H , and what overt act they might have com mitted it would be impossible to tell, had not a bystander asked the man what cause j the doctor gave for rejecting him. 'Well, I believe,' said the man, ' that he says I've got the itch.' The ward room was clear in a moment. Oair- -Esop's fly, sitting on the axle ; of the chariot, has been much laughed : at for exclaiming, 'What a dust I do raise!' Yet which of us, in his own I way, has not sometimes been guilty of j the like. B*%. A 'big Injun' having strayed from the camp, found himself lost on trying to return to it. After looking about, he drew himself up and exclaim ed, ' Ingun lost!' but recovering him self, and feeling unwilling to a< ckf o,vl edgesueh short-sighteuneiis eonti i ; !, 'No, Injun no lost—wigwam 1 st. (striking his breast) I qtin here!' "• ' Itii ILL. J j-"** vu tLii i stocking i&t ?