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I love bloom ever there, Ik 'aerial waters softly glide of wearyiag toil and care, fancied ills my steps betide. c«ttUnd ° f d"» ms! 1 n ! gbUy To red my earth-worn pinions there; teb new life from that bright shore, heath that softer, purer air, n,„|r lov'd faces there I see, rauch !oT ’ d < ' neDds againlgreet; vaitao longer far from me, 1 jj.jy m y glad embrace to meet. T _ Kt again those soul-lit eyes 1 V,. whose fond light I’ve yearned so long; mils time, light-winged and noiseless flies, Nor ltd the blissful hours begone. Utracoely dim , f e 6s > didn’t think you was quite so Etn’t i' J 0 * an ’t Melissy, dew ye? If that Oust b a ' an everlastin’old calf JWtj , w ° e to s ’pose she’d look at you / Why, kit-.jj,. eriou gh to be her father, and more )(a. a ' n t only in her twenty-oneth Jmxr a ee i a ree< M°kilous idee for a man of 'ijttfi,' Pay as a rat tew! 1 wonder ot *d M a comin tew; ’is astonjshin’ the Agitator Befeotefr to tfte Sgxttmion of tf)t mveu of iTm&om an?* Vbt Sprcatr of fficaltfjg Reform. WHILE THEBE SHALL BE A WEONG UNSIGHTED, AND UNTIL “MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. VOL. V. what fools old widdiwers will make o' them selves I Have Melissy 1 Mellissy I" Mk. C. “Why, widder, you surprise me I’d no idee of being treated in this way after you’d been so polite to me, and made such a fuss over me and the girls.” ■Widow. “Shet your head, Tim Crane nun o’ yer sass to me. There’s yer hat on that are table, and here’s the door—and the sooner you put on the one and march out’ ’t other, the bet ter it'll be for you. And I advise you afore yon try to get married again, to go out west and see ’f yer wife’s cold—and arter ye’re sat isfied on that-pint, jest put'a little lampblack on yer hair—'twould add to your appearance undoubtedly, and be of service tew you when you want to flourish round among the gals— and when you’ve got yer hair fixt, jest splinter the spine o' yer back—'t wouldn’t hurt yer looks a mite—you’d be entirely unresistable if you was a leetle grain straiter.” Mr. C. “Well, I never!” "Widow. “Hold yer tongue—you consumed old coot you—l tell you there’s your hat, and there’s the door—be off with yerself, quick me tre, or I’ll give ye a hyst with the broomstick.” Mr. C. “Gimmeni! Widow, [rising.) “Git out, I say—l ain’t agwine to stan’ here and he insulted under my own ruff—and so git along—and if ever you darken my door agin, or say a word to Melissy, it’ll be the woss for you—that's all." Mr. C. “Treemenjous 1 What a buster I” Widow. “Go’long, go’long, go ’long, you everlastin’ 'old gum. I won’t hear another wofd, (stops her ears). I won’t, I wont, I won’t.” [Exit Mr. Crane. [Enter Melissa, accompanied by Capi. Canoof.) “Good evenin’, cappen! Well, Melissy, hum at last, hey? why didn’t you stay till mornin’? party business keepin’ me up here so late wait in’ for you—when I’m eeny most tired to death ironin’ and workin’ like a slave all day; ought to ben a bed an hour ago. Thought you left me with agreeable company, hey ? I should like to know what arthly reason you had to s’pose old Crane’s was agreeable to me ? I al ways despised the critter; always thought be was a tumble fool—and now I’m convinced on’t. I’m completely dizgusted with him—and I let him know it to-night. I gin him a piece o’ my mind’t I guess he’ll he apt toremember for a spell. 1 ruther think he went off with a flea in his ear. Why, cappen,—did you ever hear of such a piece of audacity in all yer horn days? for him — Tim Crane —to durst to expire to my hand—the widder o’ Deacon Bedott! jest as if I’d cnndescen’ to look at him —tho old numbskull! He don’t know B from a broom stick ; but if he’d stayed much longer, I’d a teached him the difference, I guess. He’s got his walkin’ ticket now—l hope he’ll lemme alone in futur. And where’s Kior ? Gun home with the Cranes,Tieyl well, I guess it’s the last time. And now Melissy Bedott, you ain’t to have nothin’ more to dew with them gals—d’ye hear ? you ain’t to sociate with ’em at all arter this—’t would only be incurridgin th' old man to come a pesterin me agin—and I won’t have him round—d’ye hear? Don’t be in a hurry, cappen—and don’t bo alarmed at my gettin’ in such passion about old Crane’s presumption. Mabhy you think ’twas onfeelin’ in me to use him so—and I don’t say but what’t was nether, but then he’s so awful dizagreeble tew me, you know—’ 'tam’t everybody I’d treat in such a way. Well, if you must go, good evenin’! Give my love to Hanner when you write agin—dew call frequently, Cappen Canoot, dew.” Capital Sermon - . —A writer in the Sierra (Cal.) Citizen, under the title of “Young Men and Tree Frogs,” gives abetter lecture on mor ality and a better essay on mental philosophy, ail in a few lines, than are sometimes found in as many volumes of standard authority: “The tree-frog acquires the color of whatever it adheres to for a short time. If it be found on the oak, it will bear the color of that tree; if on the sycamore or cypress, it will be a whitish brown; and when it is found on the growing com, it is sure to green. Just so it is with young men; their companions tell us what their characters are; if they associate with the vulgar, the licentious and the profane, then their hearts are already stained with their guilt and shame, and they will themselves be come alike vicious. The study of bad books, or the love of wicked companions, is the broad est and most certain road to ruin that a young man can travel, and a few well-directed lessons in either will lead them on step by step to the gate of destruction. Our moral and physical laws show how important it is to have proper associations of every kind, especially in youth. How dangerous it is to gaze on, a picture or scene that pollutes imagination or blunts the moral perceptions, or has a tendency to deaden a sense of our duty to God and man.” In no class shall we find a greater exuber ance of fancy, or more exaggerated ideas to wealth and luxury, than in the thorough bred loafer. , A few days ago, a couple of individuals of this genius being seated in a nook near a wharf, at which a California bound vessel was lying, their conversation naturally ran upon gold—as neither of the twain was the possessor of" a red cent; and they amused themselves by wishing for the precious metal. •Bill,’ said one to the other, ‘l’ll tell yer how much gold I wish I had, and I’d be satisfied.' ‘Well,’said the individual appealed to; go ahead I’ll see if you have the liberal ideas that a gentleman has.’ ‘Well, Bill, I wish I had so much gold that it would take a 74 gun ship, loaded down with needles so deep that if you’d put in another needle she’d sink—and those needles to be worn out making bags to hold my pile.’ Bill threw his crowhless bat upon the pave ment with indignation, and exclaimed— ‘Barn it why don’t you wish for something when you undertake it 1 I wish I had so much that yours could’nt pay the interest of mine for the time you could hold a red hot knitting needle in your ear. EcosroJficai.—A man who ch