7 512. MMVEGo .'7l 0 VT Al. IT ED'AI 8 WEDNESDAY', MAY =l9, 1847. Broken Frienditap WHEN o'er the links of Friendship's chain, Suspicion'edark, Corroding stain Is breathed from lips whose bidden guile Lies marked beneath a friendly smile; Though formed of gold that mocks decay, - Such mildew steals its strength away; Till, marling -low, it parts at last, - And severs hearts it once joined fast. When all the gentler feelings lend Their sweeteit'mfluence, to blend Two kindred_ipirits ipj,p one, As mingling streams together run, How coldly cruel must he be Who turns their love to enmity, „ By secret whispers, dark surmise, Or open andmalicious lies! And those there are, not are they few; Who love to poison friendships true, , Who, envying, strive to blast the joys Which spring from love that never cloys. Such should not die; but still live on, When all that sweetens life is gone ; Wilhout one cheering gleam to bless Their path of lonely wretchedness! But sometimes truest friends will part, And coldness fill each altered heart, For some unmeant and offence That wounds the nice, equisite sense Which minds of finest tone possess; qertly alive to injuries; me word, perhapleatt random spoken. 0; alight neglect, their love has broken? How Sad mark the averted eye, Ouce bright w kindly sympathy ; To_foel affection's tide has changed ; And find some valued friend estranged ! Of all the pangs that rend the heart, .'carte one can cause a keener smart ; But proudly scorning to complain, It silently endures its pain. [From the Columbian Magazine.] IC* Man that Killed his Neighbors Founded on Fact Di L. xanU♦ CIIII.D ti is carious to observe how a rnan'sspiritu atiti ruleets itself in the people aud.auirnals Ittnl; nay, in the very garments, trees ,lones. Black was an infestation in the neigh .rl,o,..l where lie resided. The very-sight of ai 1)1-mince& effects similar to the Ilindoo -!cal wile. called Rang. which is said to clouds. storms and earthquakes.— - 0 He crewed Iran, sharp and uncomforta .e. 1 . he heads of his boys had a bristling as as if each individual hair stood on end Jill perpetual-fear. ' The cowspoked out their horizontally, as soon as lie opened the file dog dropped his Oil be am and gate !seen his legs, and eyed him askance, to see %hai humor he was in. The cat looked wild t•cr.ig ,, y, and had been .known to rush erarght up the chimney when he moved to• ward tier. Fanny Kemble's expressive de. schicion of tire Pennsylvanian stage-horses ex• aeilv suited to Reith..n's poor old nag. His hide restßntded au old hair trunk." Continual whipping and kickibg had made him such a stoic, Ma no ' dmount of blows could quicken fill face, and"no chirruping could change the dejected drooping of his head. All his. natural icignage said, as plain as a horse coni.n say U. that he w as . a most unhappy beast. Even R the trees on euben's premises had a gnarled 'lotted appearance. The bark weptlittlz tie v tears of g um, and the branches grew :way, as if they felt the codiinual discord, and , aade sorry faces at each other behind their comer's back. His - fields were red with sor- or run over with mullein. Every thing leeini,l as hard arid as his own visage.— bury d:iy, he, cursed the town and the neigh 6,,rliond. because they poisoned his dogs. and .t,ffird Ins liens, and snot his. cats. Continual 'm—uos involved-him in so much expense that tT had neither tircemor money to spend on the topr.A•ement of his farm. I:oinst Joe Smith, a poor laborer in the tfighlmnitood. he had Brought three suits in •.ri . , , stion. Joe said he had returned a spade bstrowed.'and Reuben swore he had not. lie sued Joe, and recovered damages, for which e ordered the sheriff to seize his pig. Jue, 'phis wrath. called him an old swindler, and a rsrse to the neighborhood. These remarks were r°°n repeated to Reuben. He brought tt!. action for libel, and recovered twenty-five Provoked at the laugh this occasioned , L , watched for Joe to pass by. and set his big him, screaming furiously. "Call , me old swindler again will you?" • An evil 'lt in more conta.ions than the plague. Joe v,rit home and scolded his ,wife, and boxed: In tl , Joe's ears, and kicked the cat; and not. °neat them knew what it was all for. A fort-' mght alter, Reuben's big dog. was found dead b Y Palmy. Whereupon he brought another !mon apinst Joe Smith, and not - being able to orove hint guilty of the charge of dog-rnurder, tool,. his revenge by poisoning a pet lamb. ' , lngin g to Mrs. Smith. Thus the bad game te 1 41 4, With mutual worriment . and i temper grew more and more vindictive, '' the love of talking over his troubles at the shop increased upon him. Poor Mrs. t :tth cri and said it Was all owing to Rect. ` l Bteek ed (or a better hearted man never lived 1,4 tier Joe, when she first married him. I ,,uth wa s the state of things when Simeon tnt , est purchased the farm adjoining Reuben's. ..ate had been much neglected: and had ,r,2ht thistles and from the neighbor - But Simeon was a dilligent man. ,; In 4 by nature with a healthy, ,inganization „ersial temperament ; and a wisessnd kind eation had aided nature in the perfeition of F,?pd,ly work, His provident - industry THE BRADFORD REPORTER. soon changed the aspect of things on the farm. River-mud, autumn-leaves, old shoes and old hones, were all put in requisition to assist in the production of use and beauty. The trees. with branches pruned, and bark scraped free from moss and insects, soon looked clean and vigorous. Fields of grain waved where weeds had rioted. Persian lilacs bowed •gracefully over the simple gateway. Michigan roses covered half the house with their abundant clusters. Even the rough rock, which formed the door-step, was edged with golden moss.— The sleek horse, feeding in clover, tossed his mane and neighed when his master came near; as much as to say, " The world is all the plea santer for having you in it, Simeon Green !" The old cow, fondling her calf under the great walnut tree, walked up to him with a serious friendly face, asking for the slice cif sugar-beet he was wont to give her. .Chanticleer. strut ting about, with his troop of plump hens and downy little chickens, took no trouble to keep out of his way, but flapped his glossy wings. and crowed a welcome in his very face. When Simeon turned his steps hiumeward, the boys threw up their caps and ran out ehouting, " Fa ther's Coming !" and little Mary went toddling up to him, with a dandelion blossom to place in bis button-hole. His wife was a woman of few words, but she sometimes said to her neigh bors, with 3 quiet kind of satisfaction. .• Every body loves my husband that knpws him. They can't help it. Simeon Green's acquaintance knew that he was never engaged in a law-suit in his . life; bat they predicted that he would find it impos sible to avoid it now. They told him his next neighbor was determined 'to -quarrel with peo ple, whether they would or not; that he was like John Lilburne, of whom Judge Jenkins said, " If the world was emptied of every per son but himself. Lilburne would still quarrel with John, and John with Lilburne." "Is that his character?-" said Simeon. "If he exercises it upon me Twill smut, kill him." In every neighborhood there are individuals ho like to foment disputes, not from any de finite intention of malice or mischief, butmere ly because it makes a little ripple of excitement in the dull stream of life, like a contest be tween dugs or gamecocks. Such people were not slow in repeating Sime4 Green's remark about his wrangling neighbor. its I Will he ?" exclaimed Reuben. He said no more ; !tit his tightly compressed mouth had such a significant expression that his dog dotig ed him, as he would the track of a tiger. That very night Beuben turned hie horse into the highway, in hopes he would commit some de predations on neighbor Green's premises. But Joe Smith, seeing the animal at large, let down the bars of Reuben's own corn-field, and the poor beast walked in, feasted as he had nut done for many a year. 'lt would have been a great satisfaction to Reuben if he could have brought a law-suit against his horse; but as it was, he was obliged to content himself with beating him. His next exploit was to shoot Mary Green's handsome chanticleer, because lie stood on the stone wall and crowed, in the ignorant joy of his heart, two inches beyond the fruitier line that, bounded the contiguous farms. Simeon said he was sorry for the poor bird, and sorry because his woe and children liked the pretty creature ; but otherwise it was no great matter. He had been intending to build a poultry-yard, witha good high fence, that his hens might not annoy his neighbors ; and now he was admonished to make hasteand do it. He would buy them a snug warm house to roost in ; they should have plenty of gravel and oats, and room to promenade back and forth, anti: crow and cackle to their heart's content; there they could enjoy themselves, and be out of harm's way. But Reuben Black had a degree of ingenuity and perseverance which might have produced great results for mankind, had those qualities been devoted to some more noble purpose than provoking quarrels. A pear tree in his garden very improperly stretched over a friendly arm into Simeon Green's premises. Whether the sunny state of things there had a cheering effect on the tree I know not; but it happened that this overhanging bough bore more abundant fruit, and glowed with a richer hue, than the other boughs. One day, little George Green, as he went whistling along; picked up a pear that had fallen into his father's garden. The instant he touched it he felt something on the back, of of his neck like the sting of a wasp.— It was Reuben Black's whip, followed by such a storm of angry words that the poor child rushed into the house in an agony of terror.— But this experiment failed also. The boy was soothed by his mother, and told not to . go near the pear tree again ; and there the mat ter ended. This imperturable good nature.vexed Reu ben more than all the tricks and taunts he met from others. Evil efforts he could understand, and, repay with compound interest; but he did not know What to make of this perpetual forbearacce. It seemed to him there must be something contemptuous in it. He disliked Simeon Green more than all the rest of the town put together, because lie made him feel so uncomfortably in the: wrong. and did not afford him the slightest pretext for complaint. It was annoying to see everything in his neigh bor's domains lookirig so happy, and present ing such a bright contrast to the forlornness of his own. - When their wagons passed each other on the road, it seemed Fa if Simeon's horse tossed his head higher, and flung out his mane, as if he knew havras goingby Reuben Black's old nag. He 'often said he supposed Green covered his house with roses and honeysuckles on purpose to shame his bare walls. But be' didn't care—not be I He wasn't going to be fool enough to rot his boards with such stuff. But no one resented his disparaging remarks, or sought to provoke him in any way. The rose smiled, the horse neighed. and the call ca pered ; but none of them had the least idea they were insulting Reuben Black - .; Even the dog had no malice in hituheart, though he did one night chase home his geese. and bark at them through the bars. Reuben toldl;is master, the nest day, he swore he would bring an action against htm if he didn't keep that dog at borne, PUBLISHED EVERY - WEDNESDAY, AT TOWANDA, PADFORIqOUNTY, PA., BY E. S " REGARDLESS OR DENUNCIATION PROM ANY QUARTER." and Simeon answered very quietly that he would try to_fake better care of him. For se veral days a strict . watch was kept. in hopes Towzer would worry the geese spin ; bat they paced home undisturbed, and not .a solitary bow-wow furnished excuse for a law-suit. The new neighbors not only declined quar relling, but they occasionally made positive ad vances towards a friendly relation. Sinieon's wife sent Mrs. Black a large basket full of very - fine chertiea. Pleased with the unexpected attention, she cordially replied, " your mother it was very kind of her, and I sin very much obliged to her." Reuben, who sat smok ing in the chimney-corner, listened to this mes sage once without any manifestation of impa tience, except whiffing the smoke through his pipe a little faster and fiercer that-usual. But when the boy was going out of the door, and the. friendly words were again repeated, he ex claimed. Don't make a fool of yourself, Peg; They want to give us a hint to send a basket of pears; that's the upshot of the business.— You • may send 'em a basket, when they are - , ripe ; for I scorn to be under obligation. espe cially to your smooth-tongued folks." Poor Peggy. "whose arid life had , been for the mo ment refreshed with a little dew of kindness, admitted distrust into her bosom, and the halo that radiated round_ the ripe glowing cherries departed. Not long after this advance toward good neighborhood. some laborers employed by Simeon Green, passing over a bit of marshy ground. with a heavy team. stuck fast in a bog occasioned by long continued rain. The poor oxen were entirely unable to extricate them selves. and Simeon ventured to ask assistance from" his waspish neighbor, who was working at a short distance. Reuben replied gruffly. "I've got enough to do to attend to my own business." The civil request that he might be allowed to use his oxen and chainsior a few moments being answered-in the same surly. tone, Simeon silently walked off, in search of a more obligiqg neighbor; Thel men, who were -left waiting .with the patient suffering oxen, scolded about Reuben's ill-nature, and said they hoped, he would get stuck in the same bog himself. Their employ er rejoined, "If he does, we will do our duty and help him out." .. There iis such a thing as being too good-natured," said they. • If Reuben Black takes the notion that people are afraid of him, it makes him trample on them worse than ever." "Oh, watt a whil," replied Mr. Green. smiling. " I will kill him before long., Wait and see if I don't kill him." It chanced, soon afler, that Beuben's team did stick fast in the same bog. as the workmen had wished. Simeon observed it from a neigh boring field, and gave directions thai the oxen and chains should be immediately conieyed to his assistance, the men laughed, shook their heads, and said it was good enough for the old hornet. They, however. cheerfidly pro ceeded to do as their - employer had requested. You are in a bad situation, neighbor," said Simeon, as he came along e' of the founder ed team. " Busily men are colnigg with two . yoke of oxen, and I think we shalllioun man age to help you out." " You may take-four oxen back again." replied Reuben ; " I diet want any of your help." In a very friendly tone Simeon answered, "I cannot consent to do that; for evening is coming or, and yOu have very little time to lose. It is a bad job any time, but it will be still worse in the dark." I Light or,dark, I don't ask your help," said lieuben,enSphatically. • I wouldn't helpyou out of the bog, the other day, when you asked me." " The trouble I had in relieving my poor oxen teaches me I'3 sympathise with others in the s'ime situation," answered, Simeon, "Don't let us waste - words about it, neighbor. It is impossible for me to go home and leave you here in the bog, and night coming on." The team was soon drawn out and Simeon and his men wens away, without waiting for thanks. When Reuben went home that night, he was unusually silent and thoughtful. After smoking a while, in deep contemplation, he gently knocked tha ashes from his pipe, and said with a sigli.; " - Peg. Simeon Green has kil led me 1" " What do you > mean 1" said his wife, dropping her knitting, with a look deur prise. " You knoi when he first came into the neighborhood, he said he'd kill me," re- plied" Reuben ; " and he has done it. The other day he asked me to help draw lifs team out of the bog. and I told him I had enough Co do to attend to my own business. To day my team stuck fast in the same bog.,and he name with two yoke of oxen to draw it out. I felt sort of ashamed to have him lend a hand, en I told him I didn't want any of his help ; but he answered, just as pleasant as if nothing contra ry had ever happened, that night was coming on, and he was not willing to leave me there in the mud," " It was very good of him." re plied Peggy. "Heis a pleasant-spoken roan, and always has a 'pretty word to say to the boys. Hil,wife seems to be a nice neighbor ly. body, too." Reuben made no answer ; bat after meditating a while; he remarked. " Peg. you know that big- ripe melon dowri at the bottom of the garden I you may as well carry it over there, in the morning." His wife said she would, without asking him to explain where •' over there" was. Butt when, the morning came Reuben walk ed back and fnr.tia end .outtu and round, with that sort of aimless activity. often manifested by hens, and fashionable idlers.-Who feel rest less, and don't know what to • run after. At length, the cause of his uncertain movements explained, by. his saying. in the form of &ques tion, " I guess I may es well carry the melon myself, and thank him for: his oxen-I-:; In me flurry down there in the marsh, I didn't think to, say I was' obliged to him." - He marched off toward - the garden, and his wife stolid al the, door, with one band on her hip, and the other shading the sun from her eyes, to see if he really would carry the melon into Simeon Greens' house. It was the_ most remarkable incident that had happened .since heV marriage.- She could hardly believe her own eyes. - He walked quick, as if afraid , be should not be able to carry the usual impulse into action if he stopped.to reconsider the ques tion. When he found himself in Mr. Green's house, he felt extremely awkward. and hasten. ed to lay, " Mrs.: Green. here is a melon my wife sent you, anlwe reckon it's a ripe one." Without manifesting . any surprise at such un expected' courtesy,the friendly matron thanked him, and invited him to sit down. .But he stood playing with the latch of the door, and without raising his eyes said. " May be Mr. Green ain't in, this morning r •• He is at the pump. and will be in direct ly." she replied ; and before her words were spokenohe honest man walked in, with a face •as fresh and bright as a June morning. He stepped right to Reuben, shook his hand cor dially, and said "I am glad to see your, neigh bor. 'rake a chair. "Thank you. I can't stop," replied Reu ben. He pushed his hat on one side, rubbed his head, looked out of the window. and then said suddenly,as if by a desperate effort, ..-The fact is, Mr. Green, 1 dkn't behave right about the oxen." - Never mind, ;ever mind," replied Mr. Green " Perhaps I-shall get into the bog.again some of these rainy days. If 1 do, L shall know whom to call upon. Why you see," said Reuben, still very much confused, and avoiding Simeon. " You know the good book says so. I have learned by experience that if we speak kind wordi„ we hear kind echoes. jr we try to make oth ers happy, it fills them with a wish to make us happy. Perhaps you and I can bring the neighborhood round, in time. Who knows I Let us .try, Mr. Black, let us try. But come and look at my orchard. ' I want to show. you a tree .which I have grafted with very choice apples. If you like t kwill procure you some scions from the same stock." They went into the orchard together, and friendly chat soon put Reuben at his ease.-- W hen he returned. home, he made no remarks about his visit ; for he could not, as yet, sum. mon sufficient greatness of soul to tell his wife that he had confessed himself in the wrong.— A gun stood behind thekitchen door, in readi ness to shoot M r;Green's Jog for having bark ed at hie horse. He now fired the contents into the air, and put the gun away in the barn. From that day, henceforth, he never sought for any pretext to quarrel with either the dog or his master. A short time after, Joe Smith, to his utter astonishment, saw ,him pat Tow xer on the head, and heard him say, '-Good fellow !" , Simeon Green was far too magnanimous to repeat to anyone that his quarrelsome neigh bor had confessed hinteeif, to blame. He mere ly smiled as he. said to his wife, I thought we should kill him, after a while." Joe Smith did not believe in such doctrine. When he heaM of the adventures in the marsh. he said, Siiti Green'tra fool. _ When he first came'here he talked very big abofit killing folks. if they didn't mind their Ps and 4:25.- But he don't appear to have ai much spirit as a worm ; for a worm will turn when its trod upon." Poor Joe had grown more intemperate and more quarrelsome, till at last nobody would employ him. About a year after the memora ble incident 3f the water melon, some one stole several valuable hides from Mr. Green. He d not mention the circumstances to any. , one.bhis wife ; and they both bad reason for staspectnovthat Joe was the thief. The next week, theAtslowing anonymous adver. tieement appeared tn,he news paper of the county : •• Whoever stole a lot of on Friday night. the sth of the present iinitnh, is 'hereby informed that the "owner has sineewished to be his friend. If poverty tempted hini-to false steps, the owner will keep the whole transa tion a secret, and will gladly put him in the way, of obtaining money by Means more like ly to bring him peace of mind." This singular advertisement of course exci ted a goon deal of remark. There was much debate whether or not the thief would avail himself of the friendly offer. Some said he would be a greenhorn if, he did ; for it was manifestly a trap to catch'Airn. But lie who committed the. dishonest deed alone knew whence the benevolent offer came ; and he knew that Simeon Green war not a man to set traps for his fellow - creatures. , A few nights afterwards a timid knock was heard at Simeon'sdnor. just as the family were retiring to rest. When the door was opened Joe Smith was seen on the steps. with a load of hides on his. shoulders. Without raising his eyes, he said in a low humble tone, " I have brought these back, Mr._Green. Where shall l put them I" " Wait a moment till 1 can light a lantern, and I will go to the barn with you," he replied. "Then you will come in, and tell me how it happened. We will see what can be done for you." Mrs. Green knew tbat Joe often went hun gry, and had become accustomed to the stimu• los of rum. She therefore"bastetted to make hot coffee, and brought from the closet, some cold meat and a pie. . When they returned from the barn shisaid. I thought you might feel the better for a little warm supper, neighbor Smith." Joe turned his back towards her, and did not speak. ide leaned hi. ho-d ancr a moment's silence, heiaid in a chocked voice, It was the first time I ever stole anything ; arid I have felt very bad about it.. I don't know how h is. I didn't think once I should ever come to be what I am. Since I began to go "down.hill. everybody gives me a kick.— You are the first mart that has Offered me a helping hand. •My wife is feeble and my children starving. You have sent them many a meal, God , bless you! and yet I stole the hides from you. meaning to sell them The first good chancel could get. But I tell you the truth. Mr. Green. it is the first time I ever de. served the naive as thief." , -Let it be the 6st, my friend." Bait' Simeon. presiing his hand kindly. The Secret shall remain. between ourselves, you are young and can rnakit4to for lost -time. -Come, now, give me a promise that you will not drink one drop GOODRICH & SON. of intoxicating liquor fur a _year. and L- will em ploy you to-morrow, at good wages. Mary will go. to see 'your family earl,,, in the morn ing, and perhaps we may find some employ ment for them also. The little boy can at least pick up stones. But eat a bit now, and drink some hot coffee. It will keep you from wanting to drink anything Stronger to.night.- You will find it hard to abstain, at .first, Jo seph ; but keep:up a brave heart, for the sake of your wife and children. -and it will soon be come easy. When you feel the need of coffee, tell my Mary. and she will -always give it to you. • Joe tried to eat and drink. but' the food seem ed to choke him. He was nervous and exci ted. After an ineffectual attempt to compose himself. he laid his head on the table and wept :ike a child. After a while, Simeon persuaded him to bathe his head in cold water, and he ate and drank with a good appetite. When he went away. the kindhearted host said, *. Try to do well Joseph, and you will always find a friend in me." The poor fellow pinged his hand, and re plied •• 1 understand now how it is you kill bad neighbors." He entered into Mr. Green's service the nest day. and remained in it many years, an hon est and faithful man. . HINTS To Yottaio MEN.—Be economical.— No matter if your parents are worth millions, it is not the lessproper that you should under. stand the value of money, and the honest. hon orable means of acquiring it. ' What multi tudes of young men, particularly in our cities, make shipwreck of reputation and health, and eventually of property, by neglect of this max im ? They are aware that their fathers ob tained their wealth by the habits of industry, but they are ashamed of the name. They fur get that wealth in this country passes rapidly Irom one to another, and that he who is rich to-day may be poor to-morrow ; of that he who relies on wealth amassed by his father may end his days in a pauper house. It is for the young man to say whether by industry and economy he will secure competence •snd respectability, or by idleness become a worth less beggar and sponging outcast. Be just. In the course of life a man fre quently finds his interest or his opinion cross ed by those from whom he had a right to ex pe'et better things, and the young men are apt 'to feel such matters very sensibly, Look at their conduct carefully, and be just to motives that prompt. You .may find that, were you placed in their pOSition, the course you now condemn would be the . properotte for you, and the one you would be under obligations to pur sue. A little cool consideration wOuld avoid much censoriousness. THE GOOD %VIM-HOW much of this world's happiness and prosperity is contained in the compass of these two short words I Her influence is inime - nse. The power of a wife, for good„or, evAi r is altogether irresistible.— Home must be the seat of happiness, or it must be forever unknown. A good wife is to a man wisdom and courage, and strength and hope, and endurance. A bad.one is confusion, weak ness, discomfiture and despair. No condition is .bopeless, when the wife possesses firmness, decision, energy, and economy. There is no outward prosperity which can counterfeit in dolence, folly and extravagance at home. No spirit can long resist bad, domestic influence. Man is strong, but his heart is not adarnact.— He delights in enterprise and action, but to sustain him he needs a tranquil' mind and a whole heart. He expends his whole Moral force in the conflicts of the world. His feel ings are lacerated to the utmost point of endu rance by peipetual collision, irritations and disappointment. To recover his equanimity arid composure, home must be to him a place of repose, of peace, of cheerfulnes4* of com fort, and his sou) renews its strength, and again goes forth with fresh vigor to encounter the labors and troubles of the world. But if at home he finds no rest, and there is met with bad temper, sullenness, or gloom, dr is assail ed by discontent, complaint and reproaches. the heart breaks, the spirits are crushed, hope vanishes, and the man sinks into total despair. THE 50131,--Ilow can it enter into the thoughts of man. that the soul, which is capa ble of receiving new improvement to all eterni ty, shall fall away into nothing. almost as soon as it is created. Are such abilities made for no purpose f A brute arrives at a point of perfection wnich he can never pass. lit a few years he has all the endowments of which he is capable ; and were he to live ten thousand more, would he the same thing he it 'atlires. cot. Were a human soul thus to stand still iii her accomplishments, were her faculties to be incapable of further enlargements, 1 could_iina gine it might fall away insensibly, and drop - at once into 's state-of annihilation. Hut can we believe a thinking being that is in a perpetual progresi of improvements, aitd travelling . on from perfection to' perfeetibn, after having Just looked abroad into the wotka of ,the Creators and made a few diicoveries of his infinite goodness, - wisdom and power. must perish in her first setting out, and o f 1.. Boaaowitio..... Mother wants to . know if you won't please to lend her your preserving kettle-,cause as how she wants to preserve ?" .6 We would with pleasure. boy-; but the truth is. the last time we loaned it to your 'ne ther she preseryectit so effectually that we have never seen it-shice." Well, you needn't be so easy .abaut your old kettle. Guess it was full of holes when we borrowed it, and mother wouldn't a - troubled you again. only we seed you bringing home a new one I". A HINT.—An editor once said to a bore, who had sat about two'hours in his office— " wish you would de :limy fire is doing." "How is that t"saitftlie other. • " Why, sir, it. is going