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An out-door quiet held the earth Beneath the winter moon, ' The cricket chirped In cozy mirth, And the kettle crooned, upon the hearth, A sweet, old-fuBhloned tuno. , The old clock ticked, a drowsy race, With the clicking of the cricket, And red coals In the chlmncy-placc i Peeped ont, with many a rosy face, Like berries In a thicket. The good dame, in her ruflled cap. Counted her stitches slowly, And the old man, with full many a gape, Read from the Big Book on his lap, The good words, wise and holy. The old clock clicked ) the old man rend, Ills deep voice pausing, lowering The good wife nodded, dropped her bead The lids of both were heavy as lead They were sound asleep and snoring. Oh, hale old couple! sweet such dream, , While all the milk-pans tilting Fuss paints her whiskers In the cream, . Till John and the belated team .Brng Maggie from the quilling. May Time, I pray, when falling years Make thin my voice and thrapple, Find my last days of life like theirs, As sweet with children's love and prayers, And like a winter npplo; Under the Bed. t- T) JL) will introduce myself to you. My name is Augustus Evergreen, nnd though I don't know what your name may be, it ia no more than fair that you should know who is tolling the story you are going to read, as it is .. true ono. My wifo has a peculiar habit of looking under the bed each night before retiring and what I am going to tell you is how I found it out before we wcro married, and without her knowing it. I was not bad-looking when I was in my twenties. I think I may go further, and confidently say that "Gus Evergreen" was a decided favorite among the girls of Oak ville, and I really believed that I could have had any of them "for tho asking." Mrs. Evergreen i. not present, and so I will iudulgo my thoughts somewhat more freely than would otherwise be the case. I don't think that I cared particularly for any of the Oakville, girls, however, aud I might have kept my heart whole to this day if it had not been for the circumstance which I am about to relate. , Fred Evans, who had been my churn at school, camo to make me a visit at Oakville for "a day or two," as ho said, when he earae ; but lie made it a week or two easily enough after I'd taken him about a little among tho ''young ladies." When that timo had expired Fred (aid lie really must go, as he didn't know what' liis father and mother would think of this long absence ; but it ended in his relieving thuir nnxioty by a letter and sending for his trunks. I knew bow the matter was perfectly well, and that Bolle Bronson had bewitched him out of bis five souses, Fred tried to put it on to the "country air and the quiet which was benefitting his health, etc.," but it was no use trying to deceive mo, and I told him so. Then he owned up frankly, and I promised to help him all I could, if ho re quired any bolp in tho prosecution of his suit. I never thought Hello a flirt, or that she would willingly distress any human being ; but she had a way of looking in one's eyes as if to captivate then, for her mere personal amusement. At any rate she had a larger share of beaux than the other girls, but all their attentions came to nothing. I feared it might be so with Fred Evans, and warned him accordingly; but Fred said he'd " have her if he tried all his life;" that " without her life was naught to him that "sho was the ouly living being who had ever awakened a real emo tion in his breast," etc, etc. After that I said no more, but closely observed the lovers, and soon came to the conclusion that Fred was by no means disagreeable to her. Things went on In this Way without any dcflnlto result until Fred received a sudden summons home on account of his mother's illness. When he came back to renew his visit he insisted upon staying at tho Oakville Hotel rather than wear out his welcome at our house, and finding remon strances unavailing, thoro' he went."' The landlord (honest old Downsbury -I won der if be yet lives) gave Fred, at my sug gestion, his bedroom. "No. 20" I am particular in mentioning the number. " He shall have No. 20," said Downsbury. ' Any friend of yours, Master Augustus, shall have the best I have to give as long's I'm landlord."' It was a pleasant room, look ing out on the distant hills and the beauti ful winding branch of the Blackwater ; but what cared Fred for scenery? he was in the hands of the blind god, and could not soe even as far as his nose, except in the direc tion of Belle's cottage. I used to go over to Fred's room and smoke my cigar, while he, poor wretch expatiated on his sufferings, doubts, and solicitudes. Did she love him? that was the question which disturb ed every moment of his existence, and to which, with tho closest reasoning, he could not bring himself a satisfactory reply. Sometimes he thought a word or a sign settled tho point beyond a doubt in his fa vor ; at others he fancied ho read a coolness and indifference in her eyes. Iu this condition of uncertainty ho dared not press tho question lest a hasty step might bring him to grief. At Fred's earnest solicitation I promised to sound Belle as to her sentiment, if a favorable opportunity presented itself, or at any rate to let her know, in an indirect way, that Fred was languishing iu distress on her account, and thus give her no excuse for unnecessarily prolonging his misery. It so happened, however, that my services were not called into requisition. Belle Bronson, because of the sudden arrival at her bouse of some country cousins, was obliged to give up her room her mother's cottage being a small one and to occupy for a single night a room at the hotel. AVe would cheerfully have offered her guests accommodation at our house, but we were in the same predicament. An agricultural fair in the village had brought many stran gers into the plnce,and ourown guests were so numerous that I had given up my room to .two of them, and had intended asking Fred Evans to lot me pass the night with him. For this purpose I went to the hotel at a late hour, and proceeded at once to Fred's room, but to my surprise found no one there. I did not even notice that his trunk was gone or suspect the fact, which after ward became apparent, that "to oblige Bomo lady guests for this night only," as the landlord expressed it, Fred had con sented to give up "No. 20" and occupy a small room in the rear of the building. The gas being turned up I took a book to await his return, and bearing at lust what appear ed to be Btcps approaching the room, and supposing it to be Fred, in a momentary impulse to play a joke upon him I slipped under tho bed, a large and high one, in tending to imitate a cat (of which animal I knew be had a detestation) so soon as he entered tho room. The door opened, and 1 was on the point of indulging in my von triloqulal faculty by giving a long-drawn musow, when from my hiding-place I behold Belle Bronson take quiet possession of the apartment. My astonishment was great," and the sense of mortification so intonse, that I did not, as I should have done, make myself Immediately known to her. Thus the op portunity for discovery and explanation was loBt. I dared not move a hair, but hoped sincerely that somo excuse might take her out of tho room for a moment, and so facil itate my escape Sho, however, locked tho door, removed the key, and, as I knew by the sound, prepared to retire. Finally (he kneeled down beside the bed, nnd clasped her bands nnd bowing her head (so fearfully near to mine that I could hoar the soft words in my very ear), she oiTored up her evening prayer iu a manner so full of feel ing, nnd such sweet accents of womanly tenderness and devotion, that I felt as If she was an angel bending over the vilest of mortals. That prnyor went to my heart; but one portion of it went through it and held it captive. Never shall I forgot my feelingo of surprise nnd my deep emotion when I hoard her utter these words " bless my dear mother, sisters, and friends ; bless all around mo, nnd, O God I bless him I love,Augustus Evergreen, and shower down thy mercies over him, Amen." Ah, I Augustas," said my divinity to herself, as she arose from her devotional attitude-, "if you but know that I named your very name in my prayers, you would be less indifferent to me 1" If I breathed short before, after this my breath Bccmed to desert me entirely, and I verily thought that the beating of my heart would betray me, Belle, pure as an angel to me then, and white as a snow-flake, pro ceeded to turn off the gas and to get into bed. I felt her soft pressure over my head, and shrunk closer and clow to the hard floor upon which I was extended. What thoughts rushed through my brain 1 Above me lay a young and unsophisticated girl wholly unconscious that the one she loved lay so closely to her, nnd who had for tho first time been made aware of her interest in him, by hearing words which she sup posed wont only to Heaven ! I knew then that the night must pass away, ' and the morning come,' and that Bolle roust first loave the apartment before I could veuture to change even my position. Boll had lain perfectly motionless for sev eral minutes and was, I flattered myself, losing herself iu sleep, when suddenly she exclaimed to herself "There I haven't looked under tho bed 1" A horror ran through me; all is lost; what shall I do? Bell rose and I beard her feeling for the matches. She struck one and was moving toward tho gas-light, when the lucifcr went out, leaving all darkness again. Blessed relief ; but how brief 1 Again I heard her feeling for the matches and trying to light one nftcr another, as they failed to ignite ; then an "Oh dear, there are no more!" escaped from her lips. "Safol safe 1" whispered my soul to me, and I thanked God in silence for my deliverance Belle groped back to bed, but did not immediate ly get in ; she stooped nnd lifted the cur tains which hung around the bottom and cautiously passed her arm under and around ns far as it could reach. I almost felt her fingers graze my face as I held myself fearfully and silently back against the wall, too far, just too far for her reach. Apparently satisfied that no danger was near her, she lay down in the bed again and I counted her respiration till she was lost in slumber. As lor myself, Bleep was utterly out of the question. I never was so wide-awake in my life. How I lay upon that bard car pet and thought the night out ! thought of her and her love for me ; thought of my Belf, and my love for her. Yes, I was con vinced from that moment that the band of destiny was in it, and that a benign and all wise Providence had seen fit in this ex traordinary way to open my eyes to the path of happiness and peace. With the morning light fresh fears came upon me lest my uuconscious room-mate might yet peer beneath the bed for robbers before she left the' room ; but my fears wero groundless. She rose and dressed ex peditiously, for she was to join her cousins at an early breakfast, and she had over slept herself. When at last she took the key, unlocked the door, and departed, I lost no time in slipping out of my shame ful place of concealment and escaped from the hotel... On the stairs I met Fred com ing out of his room, who exclaimed ; " Why, what's the matter , with you, old fellow! You look like the last days of an ill-spent life. And your cout, too why, it's all over feathers and dust. Where have you been ?" . " Why, I slept slept ov( last night ; that's all. Our hoiiBo is full, aud so I had to find quarter elsewhere. I'm just going borne to dreBs." " I should say so, decidedly. I see it all old fellow I You've been on a lark, and had to put up in the watch house ; come now, own up and toll us all about it." "No lark at all, Fred ; nothing of the kind, I assure you." " Well, if not a lark, what kind of a bird was it ? From tho looks of the feathers I should say it was a goose." " You're the goose, Fred. . But, serious ly I've a word to say to you of a most Im portant nature. Be a man Fred and make up your mind hear something excessively disagreeable. It must be told you sooner or later, and I may as well tell it now." "Good Heavens, Gus I how earnest you look at me ; you don't mean to say that that anything has happened to Bulle Bron son?" " Don't mention her narye flguin, Fred, or think of her any more, for she'll never be any thing to you. I,liavo It from one who knows ull about It, hat she has long been attached to somebody else, and that somebody else means to mnrry her. Thero is no mistake about it; so bear up and try your luck elsewhere." ., But Fred Evans was not to be discour aged by mere hearsay. That very day he went to see Belle, determined to know his fate from hor own lips. Soon after ho loft Oakville and I did not see him again for several years, whin, meeting him in town one day, I insisted on bringing him home with me and presenting him to his old flame, Boll Bronson the present Mrs. Evergreen. "Ah, Fred !" said he after dinner, when my wife and little Evergreen bad left us to oursolres " Ah, Fred you served mo a shabby trick when you allowed me to lose my heart to the girl you were all along In tending to marry yourself a very shabby trick, one of wbich I ' never suspected you 1" . i So I had to tell him (in strict confidence of course, as I tell you reader) all about the bed-room affair at the Oakville Hotel, and the lovo that grow out of it. RICH MEN oF"NEW' YORK. A New York letter says : We find that notwithstanding' tho present hard times, thero is a large number of our citizens who not only continue td keep the wolf from the door, but are handsomely re corded on the tax list. A. T. Stowart Is assessed two millions on his two ware houses, the one being wholesale, while the other is retail. This assessment is solely on the real estate, and the amount of taxes thus levied is $55,000. His residence on Sth ave., is assessed at $GOO,000,and as the rate adopted by the assessors is 00 per cent, on cash valuation, this would givo the lat ter at ono 'million. The taxes on this bouse are (10,800. It occupies two lots, each 25x100, and the land is worth $200, 000. Tho chief expense, as will bo readily inferred, is in the structure whose finish exhausts ' the artistic 'skill of the present ago. Tho plasterer told me that his bill was $20,000. When you remember .that this palace is dovoted to tho comfort of a childless couple now well stricken in years, it presents a picture worthy of poetic geni us. Taking all his property into view, Mr. Stewart's taxes cannot be loss this year than $100,000. His Metropolitan Hotel alone is taxed more than $25,000. ABTOR, GOELET, AND OTIIEUH. Astor's tax for this year is $240,000 which is very small in comparison with his Immense estate. It is really only a tax on assessment of $10, 000,000, which is not one quarter the full amount. These rich men, however, hiive a way of ' reaching the as sessors, and As tor Is vigilant in improving all opportunities of this character. By the term Astor I refer to John Jacob, the son of William B. and grandson of the founder of the family. He is a stout built man of forty-five, stands five feet ten inches, and weighs at loast two hundred pounds. His features are blonde, but very coarse, and there is an absence of any refinement of expression. Upon the whole ' the counte nance is rather ' repulsive, especially as it seems permeated by a cold and stolid sel fishness. Old William is n6w eighty, and being unable to attend to business has placed it in the hands of this son, who will nd doubt inherit the largest part of tho estate. He wishes to keep the family wealth under the old name. William (the othor son) is a quiet and rather retiring character, and will be satisfied, no doubt, with a fow millions, while John Jacob will have ten times as much. , The old man's daughters will each have a handsome portion, probably not less than half a million apiece. One of these mar ried Frank Delano thirty years ago, and this spoiled a good business man., Frank Delano at that time was a brilliant young merchant. He bad commenced as a poor clerk in the house of Grimiell, Minturn & Co., and had risen to a partnership. Had he contiuued in-trade he would have be come one of our merchant princes, but be ing of elegant appearance be made a con quest of Miss Astor, and after marriage abandoned business. The result is that he retired into an inactivity which has wasted energies and talents such as should have been an ornament to our commerce. Wil liam B. Astor removed last spring from bis old residence in Lafayette place to a now house olose by bis son's , mansion on Murray Hill on the Fifth aveiiuo. He wish ed to be near his children, and ho now passes most of his time In doors, being, as is supposed, much engaged in teconstruct ing his will. His father kept tinkering at hit will for some years before he expired, and it is well known that this sometiuios becomes a niauia with men of wealth who live to extreme ago. The house he left In Laftyette place has remained unienttd since last spring, which is a great Iosh, or at loast is felt as such. Cornor of Broadway nnd Nineteenth street stands a tall brick building, Bitunted in a plat of fifty by one hundred feet, and which here is considered very spacious, especially as most houses are limited to a front of twenty feet. Tho building refer red to is four stories in height, and tho grounds which surround it form a very pretty lawn, which is ranged by pet fowls of the rarest breeds. An iron fence of un usual height keeps these birds from escap ing, whilo the open bars permit the passing crowd to enjoy tho sight. The mansion, wbich is worth $200,000, is devoted to a bachelor aud his two sisters, ono of which is a widow, while the other, like himself, is unmarried. The bacholor is Peter Goolet. He owns real estate in this vicinity worth $10,000,000, and increasing rapidly in val ue. The property was once his father's pasture, tho latter having been au iron mcrchaut in this city during the close of the last century. Peter and his sister woro peculiar iu their ways, and never married. Perhaps they are just as well off as though each had found a , mate, and had half a dozen ruined suns. , However, here they are among tho old folks, Peter being sev enty, while the sister is not far distant. Tho widow referred to was tho wifo of Commodore Gerry, who perished a fow years ago in tho sloop-of-war Albany. Mr. Ooelet has many of the peculiarities of old bachelor life. lie loves mechanics, nnd to enjoy himself iu his owu way he has a shop in one of tho basement rooms. Here he can work at his forge and his lathe and elaboiato. petty articles of machinery which have, in his eyes, au important value. From the window of this favorito room he can look out on the pet birds which feed in the lawn, and can also gaze ou the heav ing crowd of Broadway, whose restless tread may be heard until after midnight. It is probable that Mr. Goelet's heir will be his nephew, Elbridgo T. Gorry, who is now a promising young lawyer, nnd w'ill make good use of tho property. Mr. Goe lot has to meet a tax of more than $100, 000, which can easily bo dono, siuce hiu in come is estimated at ten times that amount. Being of an economical turn, and not addicted to beneficence, ho saves an nually an immense sum, which is carefully invested. IIEND11ICK8 AND UAIGIIT. , The chief owners of real estate among the Israelites is a family named Hendricks, who deal extensively in metals. This business they inherit from their father, who was contemporary with John Jacob Astor. They own a large tract of up-town property, ou which stands many a square of woll-rcntcd houses. Their taxes, as near as the figures can be mudcy mo not under $75,000. . D. II. Haight can pay $40,000 taxes and not feel it. One-half this amount is levied ou the St. Nicholas Hotel, a structure which tho assessors mod erately value at $800,000. The Roosevelt estate is alio to pay $GO,000. It consists of an entire block on Broadway, near Union square. On the upper corner stood tho family residence,, which was pulled down last year. On this plot, 25x100, a sewing machine company have erected a building costing $500,000. They have a lease of the lot for twenty-five years at $20,000 per year, and at its close the build ing is to revert to the lessees. This makes a nice rent for so small a patch of land. Brown Brothers are not extensive land owners, their property being chielly em ployed in banking. They nre taxed how ever, $20,000, more than one-half of which is in their grand Wall street banking house. " THH LOniLLAItDS. Hero we conio to a family whoso various members represent an estate of immenso value. The original Lorillaid was a tobac conist of great fame, nnd tho concern is still maintained, having reached a full century of ago. The eBtnte of tho late Poter Lorillard includes thirty stores on Broadway, and is the laigest ownership of land in this noted thoroughfare. These stores are worth from ' $160,000 to double that suim Tho I.oi illaids, taken as a family, pay taxes next in amount to Astor. As yet none of tho family have lost their wealth, aud it is said no one ever yt-t saw a poor Lorillard. They retained their ori ginal thriftinesH, and are not found among fast men or fashion worshippers. They buy no fast horsus or fine pictures. They do not go to Europo, or indulge iu woildly nonsense, but simply make tobacco, aud thus dovote thenisnlves to human Wtlluio and to getting rich. , Arnold, Constable & Co., stand among nioiohimls next to A. T. Stowart in the paying ranks. They own two extensive htoroH, and tho up.town retail establish ment is ou a grand scale. It is assessed at $.jOO,(100, anil the taxes levied upon it nru $14,01)0. This concern is immensely rich and is the most effective lival to Slewart whlch this city contains.
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