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THE LAST LEAF."
Br OLIVER Wt.tDF.LL BODIES.
I saw him once before,
As ho passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones re.soand,
As he totters o'er the ground,
With his cane.
They say that in his prime,
Krc the pruning knife of Time
Cut him down,
Not a better man was found,
By the crier on hid round
Through the town.
"But now he walks the streets,
And he looks on all he meets
ad and wan ;
And he shakes his feeble head,
That he seems a3 if he said
They are gone.
'The mossy marble rests
Ou the lips that he has prest
In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Hare been carrcd for many a year,
On the tomb.
'My grandmamma has said
' Poor Jady she is dead
Long ago. -That
he hod a Roman nose,
' And his cheek was like a rose
In the snow.
"Rut now his nose is thin,
And it rests upon his chin
Like a staff:
'And a crook in his back,
And a melancholy crack .
In his laugh :
I know it is a sin
- For me to set and grin
At him here ; .
Rut his old three cornered hat,
And his breeches, and all that,
, Arc so oueer.
' "And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring ; -Let
them smile, as I do now, .
And the old forsaken bongh "
Where I cling."
f From the Pittsburg Evening Times.
Hrs. Swisshelm and the Cathedral Dedication.
Mrs. Swisshelm, was hoeing new potatoas or
picking some of those glorious strawberries
one Saturday, when she "got tip a tremendous
thinking' about attending the Cathedral Ded
ication. And she decided to attend, and
did attend. In the last number of the Visitor,
we gloat over the luscious, rich, rare and racy
three or Tour columns, descriptive, denuncia
tory, humorous, original, and withal true, or
very near it the fruits of the Sunday spent
in siul about the Cathedral. Now, what does
Mrs. Swisshelm say 1 We shall see :
The ceremonies of consecration began at 5
o'clock: Mrs. S. was perched in a window and
saw "a little group of men and boys, about a
dozen, wearing black petticoats, some with
white lace shirts, heavily embroidered, worn
over the back and descending to the feet, with
a loose waist of thick white muslin; one with a
short gown of embroidered lace, coming half
way to the knee, and some with common white
ftihsdih gowns of the some pattern. Two of
these h:vl a trimming of broad lace at the bot
tom, aud two had none. Two boys in book
muslin short gowns and black petticoats were
holding unusually' long candles in very long
candlesticks, and one of the men with the lace
skirt on the muslin polka was holding up a
large gilt cross highly ornamented. One had
a smaller silver cross, another had a gilt erook.
In the centre was a little fat man in petticoats
with what appeared to be a large, showy cra
dle quilt pinned around his shoulders without
any folding, the corners all hanging before,and
It drawn tightly across the back. One man at
each side was holding back the eorners ; and
. on his back was a queer kind of square cape.
On his head there was x pasteboard cap run
ning up in the shape of a smoothing iron, and
not far, we judged, from being 18 inches high.
Presently a man in a white gown lifted this off
his head as he stood before a small table. In
about half a moment he . pressed the edges
apart and slipped it over the head again, and
wo noticed that Irom the back part depended
two broad je'low streamers, which hung quite
down to the waist f the wearer. He carried
a gilt ball, the tixe of a large apple, fastened
on one end of a round stick, and the other end
he held in his hand. Some of the men carried
books from which they appeared to be reading
aud. we could hear the murmur of voices as
they passed around the house, the two can
dles and crosses in front, the man in the cap
mating passes w ith the gilt ball towards the
walls of the house, and at each pass the ball
emitted a little shower like a watering pot."
After watching their priestly manoeuvres a
whiie, Mrs. S. got tired and Went back to bed.
"In half an hour wc were called up. The
procession was at the front door again, w ith an
addition of three bishops in purple silk petti
coat?, with wujfe. laco funics and Bleevcs, with
,5carlet undersleeves, and capes of purple silk,
.something the shape, of a fireman's cape. They
also wore smoothing-iron , caps with long
streamers, like that of the Archbishop, . but
somewhat different in color. Four priests had
a little table with handles like those of a bier,
and somethig on it covered with a table cloth.
Four men carried a crimson canopy over it."
"In the last procession, a boy went
before, carrying something that looked like
one of those brass lamps which used to hang
in nearly all churches. This be kept most in
dustriously twinging back and forth, as a school
girl swings a satchel. A priest carried anoth
er behind the host, and we supposed they were
tensers, but the wind and rain would let nei
ther these nor the candles burn. - Bishop O
Conner ws the finestlboking man, in the
group, and a priest in a black petticoat andjlace
shortgown.who was stout built,has a good head,
altho' his nose turns up badly. Some one said
he was Father Reynolds, and he had a busy
time acting master of ceremonies all day."
Now, she comes to the morning services,
having found a very good seat for hearing the
sermon, at the low price of $1.00. She de
scribes the procession :
"At about eleven o'clock, a precession
formed some place, marched out of the side
door and in at the middle door in front. The
leaders had to stop to have their candles relit,
and with candles burning, two gold crosses
and one silver one, they all marched up the
middle aisle in solemn silence. - There were
about sixteen of those pointed caps with split
tops, and such' drosses! scarlet, gold and em
broidery ! No two of the bishops dresses were
exactly alike; and again Bishop O'Connor had
the advantage. His tall pointed cap was a
glittering white, as if overlaid with spun glass,
while most of them were gilt; and as he has a
really intellectual looking head, and we did
not get a full length view of him, he was not
so totally disfigured as some of the others.
A priest in a gown and surplice, in a reading
desk or pulpit, looks very well; but set any
man to striding about in skirts, and he is a
comical sight. The priest who bore the big
gilt cross has a fine military bearing, but some
thing in his face makes us think we should
not like to live in the country where he was
Czar. Some of the heads in the-procession
positivciy made us shudder with their sinister,
snaky expression, which said no gentle affec
tion had ever moved the current of their, blood.
God help us all if ever there should have any
controlling power over the destinies of our
country. We never have seen as many ugly
heads in our life as were in that one proces-J
sion. We do not remember ever before seeing
any but three positively ugly men, and here
were a full dozen or more." She talks in this
wise of John ofXew York.
" His face is not bad, but it gives no indica
tion of great intellectual power. He looks
rather querulous and quarrelsome than any
thing else, and if anybody else could have
made a poorer sermon it would betrange.
His delivery is . execrable. He kept putting
his fingers up to his lips as if he were literally
drawing out his sentences, precisely as Signer
Blitz draws ribbons out of his mouth."
She thinks her right to indulge in these
criticisms undeniable: " When any man puts
himself on exhibition, and admits the public
at so much a head, the usage of the press es
tablishes the right of any one of the audience
to criticise his appearance and performance,
no matter whether he bo Bishop Hughes or
Barney Williams."
The Bishops perspire : " The Bishops did
not look as if they could possibly be thinking
of anything but the streams of perspiration
running down their backs under those great
bed spreads, which looked like the trappings
on Mordecai and Ahasueras's horse in the . Id
plates in Josephus."
The whole performance strikes her operati
cally : " Some of the mantles were quite as
preposterously ugly as the patchwork quilts
exhibited at agricultural fairs. The entire al
tar performance appeared to me like a very
bad representation of Norma. Ths principal
prima dona was boxed up in the choir gallery,
and although she sang very well, her voice is
quite inferior to that of Madame de Vrics,
whom alone we have seen in that character.
She appeared to sing the self-same airs, but
not so well, and did not act worth a cent."
Doos'nt she pitch into Bishop Hughes right
and left about " substance and form ?"
"He told us that these forms were mani
festations of God's saving grace, quoted Scrip
ture to prove that God manifested himself by
forms, and stated that he never manifested
himself in any other way than by forms never
crept into men's hearts, but exhibited himself
to their senses. Christ came in a human form,
and tha testimony of the Spirit appeared on
the day of Pcnticost in the visible form of
cloven tongues. He did not specify the par
ticular text in which they had received the
pattern of the green and white patchwork
quilts worn by several of the Bishops, or where
the revelation was given for the form of the
split-topped cap. Neither did he hint at the
particular spiritual signification of any one of
all those strange forms. They all signified re
ligion; and we concluded such religion was a
very piebald afTair. It occurs to us that the
bishops, as successors of twelve fishermen
whose honors have descended to them in a
straight line, have singular insignia of their
trade. ; St. Peter would tiara had a good time
catching fish in one of these jackets, and af
ter the ascension of the Saviour they must
have had a sweltering time travelling in the
land of olives with a mule's load of toggery
on their backs, and those open-topped, rimless
fixtures on their heads. It was a singular. at
tire for men who spent their lives travelling
about generally in hot countries. It is a won
der they did not all go blind for want of some
protection to the eyes, and die of sun stroke
for lack of a covering on the top oi their head."
And she winds np with the fervent hope that
God may save us from the power of these
men who pretend to represent the Majesty of
God in their own persons, by donning the tog
gery of a ball room or a buffoon, and permit
their fellow worms, immortal as themselves, to
kneel befope them as in the presence of the
Most High. God protect us from the political
influence of the men who erect bona fide thrones
in our land and ask their fellow citizens to
kneel befor them as they sit surrounded by
the ensigns of royalty."
Thus saith Mrs. Swisshelm. We are glad
she went to the Dedication, for it was need
ful to havo some out-spoken, honest, tin
trammelled reporter like herself present. In
her own peculiar style, full of oddities, rough
with burlesque, and as free as the wind, she
speaks the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth, and glad we are she had her say
HENRY CLAY'S ELOQUENCE-
. FROM CCLTOS'S -'LIFK AXD TIMES."
Among the lost speeches of Mr. Clay, the
memory of which lives while they who heard
them live, aud the thought of which awakens
to new life the feelings they produced, was one
delivered at Lexington, as late as May, 1843,
the occasion and history of which are as fol
lows: After Mr. Clay had retired from the sen
ate of the United States, in 1842, till tho next
year, during which time it was expected that
he would bo nominated for president in 1844,
great efforts were made in Kentucky, and thro'
out the Union., by his political opponents, not
only to vilify him, but to bring into odium the
twenty-seventh Congress, which was the last
in which Mr. Clay had had a scat as a senator,
and" the endeavors of which were chiefly direc
ted to establish the policy and measures called
for by the political revolution of 1840. Mr. Clay
was virulently traduced by soma base persons
in Lexington, and that neighborhood. As a
perpetual dropping wears a stone, so these in
cessant attacks, tho' false and foul, and known
to le such, if unnoticed and unrepellcd, might
produce injurious effects on the common mind.
He, therefore, resolved, and caused a notice to
be published, that he would meet his fellow-
citizens of Fayette and the adjoining counties,
at Lexington, on a day specified, to repel these
charges. His friends, whom, on this occasion
he had not consulted, regretted the step, as
being unnecessary. They thought theso at
tacks unworthv of notice. This' difference of
opinion was painful to Mr. Clay, and no doubt
contributed not a little to that depth and pow
er of feeling, which he manifested on the oc
casion. The notice brought together a great
concourse of people, whom no place, but the
public square, could accommodate. The patriarch-statesman
was to appear before his old
friends and neighbors, of forty years' standing,
once more, and for the last time, in that capaci
ty, in which he had not been heard for many
years, and in which no one ever exacted to
hear him again. And it was the vile tongue
of calumny that was to be encountered.
Tho following account of this address was
furnished for the author, by a highly-respected
fellow-citizen of Mr. Clay, and the words of
the opening, as quoted, are exact. When Mr.
Clay rose, he was evidently excited, lie com
menced by saying, with markud emphasis
"Fellow-citizens: I am now an old man quite
an old man." Here he bent himself downward.
"But yet, it will be found, I am not too old to
vindicate my principles, to stand by my friends,
or to defend myself" raising his voice, loud
er and louder, at each successive member of
the sentence, and elevating his person in a most
impressive manner. He then proceeded:
" It so happens, that I hare again located myself
in the practice of my profession, in an office with
in a few rods of the one which I occupied, when,
more than forty years ago, I first come among you.
an orphan and a stranger, and your fathers took me
by the band, and made me what I am. I feci like
an old stag, which has been long coursed by the
hunters and the hounds, through brakes and briers,
and o'er distant plains, and has at lost returned to
his lair, to lay himself down and die. And yet, the
vile curs of party are barking at my heels, and the
blood-hounds of personal malignity are aiming at
my throat. I scoitx and defy them, as I ever did."
When he uttered these last words, he raised
himself to his most erect posture, and eleva
ted his hands and arms, wide extended above
his head, seeming to have nearly doubled the
height of his tall person. The effect was
overwhelming! indescribable! !
To have any approximate idea of the effect
of this speech, which continued for hours, ful
ly sustained throughout, in vindication of the
twenty-seventh Congres, of whig policy and
principles, and in defence of the orator himself
against his calumniators, one should have a
view of all the attributes of eloquence ascribed
to Mr. Clay,the use of scarcely one of which was
wanting on that occasion. Nor should it bo for
gotten that he was then 60 years old., It may be
asked, if any orator can be named in all histo
ry, who ever produced such an effect, in so few
words, and those the mere exordium of his or
ation 1 They all knew, that what he said was
true. "I am an old man." Didn't they know
that 1 And the moment he said it, they began
to weep. When he pointed to his present of
fice, and to the place of the old one, a few rods
distant, they all knew thai. "I came here,
more than forty years ago, an orphan and a
stranger." They kney that. "Your fathers
took me by the hand and made me what I am."
It is impossible to conceive of the effect of this.
They wept like children, and only wished they
could do as much. They could at least stand
Dy him. "I feel like an old stag." Now he is
speaking to Kentucky hunters. Their ears are
all erect for what la comjng, An4 by the time
bo had gone through with the figure, and its
application, the struggle between (he sympa
thy whjoh streamed, from the eyes of some, and
the indignation which, plenched the fists of
See Johnston's Lives.
others, of that vast multitude all knowing it
was all true, every word of it was like the
throes of a mountain in agony. A part of the
sublimity of the spectacle consisted in a con
cern, what might be the fruit of such passion.
For some of his defamers were present. But
when Mr. Clay rose, in all the majesty of his
own loftiness, threw his arms on high, and his
voice out into the heavens he stood under its
canopy and said, " scorn and def ythem, as I
ever did," they dashed away their tears, and
resolved to be as stout of heart as he, and to
vindicate his honor. A reply was expected.
But prudence got the better of the purpose.
Many of the lost speeches of Mr. Clay arc
among the most effective he ever delivered.
None of those uttered by him during the agi
tation of the Missouri question, aro preserved;
and it is said, that he spoke between twenty
and thirty times. He was the master-spirit of
that exciting and thrilling debate, and was
alone the cause of tho settlement of a question
which shook the nation to its foundations.
Some of those addresses have been spoken of
as exceeding in power and effect anything Mr.
Clay ever did. All his speeches, social, pop
ular, forensic, and parliamentary, from the be
ginning to the end of his career as an orator
and debater in these several spheres of action,
if they had been preserved and collected,
would make a small librarv.
The Wotr or Scandal. Mr. Wilberforce
relates that at one time he found himself chroni
cled at " St. Wilberforce" iu an opposing
journal, and the following is given as an ''in
stance of his Pharisaism :" "He was lately
seen," says tho journal, " walking up and
down in the Bath Pump Room reading his
prayers', like his predecessors of old, who
prayed in the corners of the streets to bo seen
of men." "" Asthcre is generally," says Mr.
Wilberforce," some slight circumstance which
pcrverseness turns into a charge of reproach,
I began to reflect, and I soon found the occa
sion of the calumny. It was this : I was
walking in the Pump Boom in conversation
with a friend ; a passage was quoted from Hor
ace, the accuracy of which was questioned,
and, as I had Horace in my pocket, I took it
out and read the words. This was the plain
bit of wire' which factions malignity sharpen
ed into a pin to pierce my reputation." How
many ugly pint have been manufactured out
of even smaller bits of wire than that.
Th ree Elements op National G reatness.
"Three things," says John Dc Witt, the emi
nent statesman of Holland, "arc essential to
national prosperity and greatness popular
liberty, perfect religious toleration and peace."
Nothing, he says, is so utterly wasteful of na
tional strength and riches as War. Its cost
all conies upon the people. It enriches no
body but contractors, demagogues and tyrants.
It always ends by increasing the power of the
few and diminishing the rights and liberties
of the many. Republics must mind their own
affairs, and let other nations fight out their
own quarrels and settle tho balance of power
to suit themselves. So long as Holland kept
to these maxims of her great statesman, she
was a first-rate republic. She has long ago
forsaken them, and is now about a fifth rate
monarchy.
ArtificulStoxe. An Albany papcrrecent-
ly published a call for a meeting to form a com
pany for the manufacture of artificial stone by
a process for which a patent is said to bo ob
tained. It is claimed that a substance equal
to sand stone can be obtained by this process,
and that while in its green state it can be
moulded to any pattern desired. It is said al
so that this material can be supplied for. one
quarter or less of the cost of freestone. Wc
have some curiosity to see it, and to read au
thentic reports of adequate experiments to test
it. Until witnessing these, wc shall regard
the statement as "important, if true.
r7 The Paris correspondent of La Progres
is epigrammatic on "Monsieur Bonapart." It
says, speaking of the Crimean Vandalism:
"There were, in the Crimea, two cities, a seat
of war and a seat of art, Sebastopol and Kertch,
The one terrible, and ready for combat, the
other charming and open to hospitality. At
Sebastopol ten thousand pieces of cannon, a
fleet, and a heroic garrison; at Kertch a port
crowded with merchantmen, elegant promen
ades, an old temple of Esculapius women
and children. M- Bonaparte has taken Kertch."
trThe Methodists of Canada West, at their
meeting, made two important changes in their
church policy. They have consented to ex
tend a period of a minister's residence on a
circuit from two to five years, in. any case
where a request to that effect emanates from a
quarterly meeting of a circuit. They have al
so consented to admit an equal representation
of clerical and lay members at the annual dis
trict meeting of the convention.
A Nick Point of Law. It has been sug
gested to our friend, Mr. Briefless that his
opinion would be very valuable on the ques
tion whether a maq, wfcp, 4e before ha has
settled with his. editors, way bo considered,
to have shown an undue preference in paying
the 4ebr of nature before his other liabilities.
- .
rj" Work is the weapon of honor and he
who lacks the weapon will never triumph.
CHARLES DICKENS.
BV thackebat.
As for the charities of Mr. Dickens, multi
plied kindnesses which he has conferred uion
us all; upon our children ; upon people edu
cated and uneducated; upon the myriads here
and at home, who .speak our common tongue ;
have not you, have not I, all of us reason to
be thankful to this kind friend, who soothed
and charmed so many hours, brought pleasure
and sweet language to so many homes; made
such multitudes of children happy; endowed
us with such a sweet store of gracious thoughts,
fair fancies, soft sympathies, hearty enjoy
ments. There are creations of Mr. Dickens'
which seem to me to rank as personal benefits ;
figures so delightful, that one feels happier
and better for knowing them, as one does for
being brought into the society of very good
men and women. The atmosphere in which
these people livo is wholesome to breathe in ;
you feci that to be allowed to speak to them is
a personal kindness; you come away better
for your contact with them ; your hands seem
cleaner from having the privilege of shaking
theirs. Was there ever a better charity ser
mon preached in the world than Dicken's
Christmas Carol ? I believe it occasioned im
mense hospitality throughout England; was
the means of lighting up hundreds of kind
fires at Christmas time; caused a wonderful
outpouring of Christmas good feeling; of
Christmas punch-brewing ; an awful slaughter
of Christmas turkeys, and roasting and bast
ing of Christmas beef. As for this man's love
of children, that amiable organ at the back of
his honest head must be perfectly monstrous.
All children ought to love him. I know two
that do, aud read his books ten times for once
that they peruse the dismal preachments of
their father. I know one who, when she is
happy, reads Nicholas Nicklcby; when she is
unhappy, reads Nicholas Nickleby ; when she
is tired, reads Nicholas Nickleby; when she
is in bed, reads Nicholas Nickleby; when she
has nothing to do, reads Nicholas Nickleby;
and when she has finished the book, reads
Nicholas Nicklcby over again. This candid
young. critic, at ten years of age, said, "I
like Mr. Dickens's books much bettct than
your books, papa;" and frequently expressed
her desire that the latter author should write
a book like one of Mr. Dicken's books. Who
can T Every man must say bis own thoughts
in his own voice, in his own way ; lucky is he
who has such a charming gift of nature as this,
which brings all the children in the world
trooping to hini, and being fond of him.
I remember when that famous Nicholas
Nicklcby came out, seeing a letter from a ped
agogue in the north of England, which, dis
mal as it was, was immensely comical. "Mr.
Dickens's ill-advised publication," wrote the
poor schoolmaster, " has passed like a whirl
wind over the schools of the North." He was
a proprietor of a cheap school; Dothcboys
Ilall was a cheap school. There were many
such establishments in the northern counties.
Parents were ashamed, that never were asham
ed before, until the kind satirist langhed at
them; relatives were frightened; scores of
little scholars were takcu away ; poor school
masters had to shut their shops up; every
pedagogue was voted a Squeers, and many
suffered no doubt, unjustly ; but afterwards
school-boys' backs were not so much caned;
school-boys' meat was less togh and more
plentiful; and school-boys' milk was not so
sky-blue. What a kind light of benevolence
it is that plays round Crummies and the Phe
nomenon, and all those poor theatre people in
that charming book! What a humor! and
what a good-humor! I coinsider with the
youthful critic, whose opinion has just been
mentioned, and own to a family admiration
for Nickolas Nickleby.
One might go on, though tho task would be
endless and needless, chronicling the names
of kind folks with whom this kind genius has
made us familiar. Who docs not love the
Marchioness, and Mr. Richard Swiveller!
Who does not sympathise, not only with Oli
ver Twist, but his admirable young friend the
Artful Dodger ? Who has not the inestima
ble advantage of possessing a Mrs. Nickleby
in his own family 7 Who docs not bless Sairey
Gamp and wonder at Mrs. Harris. Who does
not venerate the chief of that illustrious fa
mily who, being stricken by misfortune, wise
ly and greatly turned his attention to coals,"
the accomplished, the Epicurean, the dirty,
the delightful Micawber 7 - -
I may quarrel with Mr. Dickens's art a thou
sand and a thousand times, I delight and won
der at his genius; I recognise in it I speak
with awe and reverence a commission from
that Divine Benificence, whose blessed task we
know it will one day be to wipe every tear
from every eye. Thankfully I take my share
of the feast of love and kindness, which this
gentle, and generous, and charitable soul has
contributed to tho happiness of the world. I
take and enjoy my share, and say a Benedic
tion for the meal.
3y Mr. Snowball. I wants to ask yon one
question dis ebenin.' Well, succeed den.'
'Spose you go to de-tabern to get dinner, and
don't hab noffin on de table but a big beet,
what should you say ?' I gib dat up afore
you ax it. What should you say ?' Wy, un
der de circumstances ob de caso I should say
dat beets all .
Oct-Door Amcsemexts. Wo take tho fol
lowing from " Brace's Home Life in Germany.'
The suggestions here thrown out are worth
pondering and practising upon. The author
is speaking of "Winter amusements in Ber
lin," and of skating in particular:
I have never seen a more graceful excrciso
for women, and the most her were accom
plished in the science. It has only been tried
among the ladies of Berlin for a few years,
sinco one of the princesses set the fashion,
though now it is quite the mode. The most
surprising thing to an American was the num
ber of elderly men joining in the sport men
of station the professors and students to
gether, or the worn-out business man coming
out to have one of the free sports of his youth
over again.
I know of nothing in the habits of foreign
nations which struck me at first as so entirely
new as this love for out-door sports. In Eng
land, I did not pass through a village without
finding the green cricket-ground; and bo it
remembered, not with boys at play on it, but
men men often of rank and character. La
ter iu the season were the boat-races, where
tho whole population gathered ; gentlemen of
the highost rank presiding, and the nobleman
and student tugging at the oars as eagerly as
the mechanic or waterman.
In September, wo were taking our foot trip
through the Highlands of Scotland, and we
scarcely found an inn so remote which was
not crowded with gentlemen shooting, riding
or pedestrianizing through tht mountains,
and with the zest and eagerness of boys let
out of school.
On the Continent, with the exception of
Hungary, there is not snch a passion for ex
citing fieldsports, but the same love for the
open air. In Paris, a pleasant day will fill
tho Camps Elyscs with cheerful parties, sip
ping their coffee under the shado, or watching
the thousand exhibitions going on in open
assemblies. And in the provinces, the man
who can have a spot six feet by ten in the frco
air uses it to sip bis wine, or take his pottage
therein.
In Germany, the country houses seem to bo
made to live out of doors, and people every
where take their meals or receive their friends
iu balconies and arbors. Everyjcity has its
gardens and promenades, which are constantly
full. There arc opn air games too, where
old and young take part, and in summer, tho
studying classes, or all who can get leisure,
are off on pedestrian tonrs through the nartz,
or Switzerland, or nearly home.
There is throughout Europe a rich animal
love of open-air movement, of plays and ath
letic sports ot which we Americans, as a peo
ple know little. A Frenchman's nerves quick
en in the sunlight, even as the organization of
plants: and a German would be very old and
decript when he should no longer enjoy a real
tumbling frolic with his children. The Eng
lishman, cold as ho is in other directions,
would lose his identity when his blood did not
flow fresher at a bout of cricket, or a good
match with the car. Wc, on the other hand,
are utterly indifferent to these things. We
might pull at a boat-race, bnt it would bo as
men, not boys ; because we were determined
the Yankee nation never shonld be beaten, not
because wc enjoyed it. Wc do not care for
children's sport. We have no time for them.
There is a tremendous, earnest work to be
done, and we cannot spare effort for play. It
is unmanly to roll a ball in America. Our
amusements are labors. An American travels
with an intensity and restlessness which would
of itself exhaust a German; and our city en
joyments arc the most wearying and absurd
possible.
We like being together well enough, but
our gregarious tendencies are nearly always
for some earnest object. We can crowd for a
lectnre or political meeting, bnt as to gather
ing in a coflbe-garden or in a park, it would
be childish (or vulgar.).
We work too hard, and play too little. -
Scre Resclt. A good priest once saids
Marry a pint of rum to a lump of sugar, and
in less than an hour there will spring from tho
union a whole family of shillelahs and broken
heads. The marriage ceremony can be per
formed with a toddy stick.'
C7 'Jim, I believe Sam's got no truth in
him.' You don't know, boy; dare's more
truth in dat niggadan in all de res' in de plan
tation.' IIow do you make out dat?' Why
he never lets any out.' -
rjy A clergyman was censuring a young
lady for tight lacing.
Why,' replied the Miss, you. would not
surely recommend loose habits to your parish
oners.' The clergyman smiled.
K7" Why may we conclude that lawyers and
docters are better men than ministers
Because the latter preach while the former
practice.
IK?" Girls who 'aint handsome hato thoao
who arc while those who are handsome hate
one another. Which class has the best time
of it
cyWben is a bedstead not a bedstead ?
When it becomes a little bng-gy. '
A man will sometimes make a fool of hiaci
elf in spie of his better judgment. ' .. .
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