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T.III"'NEIV CHURCH ORGAN.
BY WILL M. CARLETON
They've get a bran new organ, Sae,
befall their fuss and search;.
They've done Dist what iboy said Aey'd do,
And fetched it into church,
They're bound the critter sii,ll;e soon,
And on the preacher's rigilt,
They've hoisted up their now machine
In everybody's sight.
They've got a chorister and choir,
Ag'ti err voice and vote,
For it was never err desire .
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To praise the I.rd by note.
I've been a.ojptor good and true
For flan an' thirty year;
'I 'no Bon o what scorned ley part to de,
An' prayed my duty dear;
I've sung the hymns both atom and quick,
Just as the preacher r•ad.
And twice, when Deacon 'rabid Wan sick,
I took the fork an' led I
And now, their bold, new fan gind %rap+
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And I, right in Loy hitter days
Am icirly crowded out I
Ttodny the protcher, good old dear
With tears nll In h. eye.,
Read---- , 1 cnn rend my title clear
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I alleys like that I.l.e•ed 111111—
1 ,Cpost, 1 ,111
It HOTL,,Pw fp-mine, rtr wh,rd,
In g rl II Ottoorlild ;
But when that choir got op to Ring
I enn:dn't catch n word; •
They idlog tho lured dog gore , lent thlng
A body eeor heard I
Some worldly chops woo snipdin' near,
An' whim I need thorn grin, '
I hid farewell to every fear,
And boldly wndod In.'•
I though t I d chime their tune along,
An' tried date nII my might;
Dnt though my voice Is goo:I an' strong,
I couldn't steer it right;
{Thou they was high, then I was low,
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And I too fast or they too slow
To" mansions In the skins,"-
after itvary Verne, yon know
They played a little tuna;
I didn't understand, no' no
IEE2=E11!1!1!!
I pltchod it pr . tty utithill a' high
I fu:chuttn lunty tuna,
But uh, Masi I found that I
singa there alone!
'rimy laughed I nin to;cl,,
lint 1 bad done my bent;
•nd not it. way of trouble rolled
Ac rum my p.crful bronst
fa.d oieter lirottn—lfrould but look—
bbo olio right front of rna ;
Bite never wee itivaingini book,
An' over wont to ba ;
not woo nho arnyn trim' to do
Thu boat mho could, bho Held ;
Sho nndurstood thO time, light threltlgh
Au' kap' It, with her Lund;
Bet %vim eke tried this mornln . , oh
I had to laugh, or cough!
It kap' her head n bobbin' on,
It non u'ruchtt came off
An' Deacon Tobli—ho all nick° down
Aeolus might well suppose;
He took one look at aiater Brown,
And meokly scratched hts•noeo.
Ho looked Itis . hymn book through an' throuill
And laid It on the mat,
'And Own a penslVO sigh he drew,
Aud looked completely boat.
An' when they took another bout,
He didn't oven rim ;
But drawed his red handanner out,
An' wiped Ills weepin' oyes.
No berm a ciator, good an' true,
For tiro an' thirty year;
I'To 110110 What eeentrill nay tart to do
An prayed my duty dear;
But death will atop any color, I know,
For ho Is on nay track ;
And Guano dray, I to church will go,
And never more come tract ;
nd when the Polka got up to sing
-honeler that time ',ball be--
not want no PATENT thing
'Malin' over nth I
1741" OF TH YORLD.
'lced clatabrcul ow rocks and
'es, anion which bhickberry
nor, fliz3g their ibrig arms
"hero and everywhere in wild
itxuriance, It was tiresome
ag the hill. But there was
roll] the top of it, theytold
dog ass artist, but from
t frSin choice, fine views
what lie was in,search of ;
hoped on, tearing hhi olothos
,
hindhe
a top, and sat down to rost
look-ever the landscape.
really , a 'beautiful picture
3ad -out-before-his eyes:
a' was a charming little. val 7
gla Whose green, sunshine
,
neadows a,river ran singing
to the, sea. Willows loaned
from tho loiq banks to dip 'their
a branches in the limpid waters.'
.rm houses were . nestled here and
there in clumps of gnarled old apple.
trees, and lilac bushes grew beside the
gateways, odormis . -now. with ° bloom.
Beyond the , valley,' mountains lifted
their -purple summits to the soft blue
sky of 'summer time, shutting it in like
a wall from the world outside.
"It is like Acadia," ho said, "I must
m . ake a,pioture of it."
Ho heard a crackling in the dry loaves
of th , ,+ last year's growth, and tinned to
800 from whence the sound proceeded._
,A girl was coming toward him, un
ennscious of any:presence save'her own.
She had been gatliorhigferns and flow,
ors, aml. ad, wove herself a crown of
trailitig
. rbutiis and featherly maiden's
hair. , .---
-, Has' 'Reed — lid a, keen- eye for the
beaoilful,-and he watched her intently.
tied; face was a pretty ono, fair, clear,
and , oval, with tints of wild rose in
cheeks, and-stains of the strawberry on
her lips, which curved away from tooth
like ivory. "Her eyes were,like a ohilds,
deep, blue and beautiful. bier hair
rippled at its will over her •shouldere,
and the delicato'forns wound themselves
out and iluansong its meshes, whore - the
linniihine seemed to have tantred, itself.
: °She would make_ a, beautiful pis
turp. " thought Basil. "I Wish Iconic]
Octet' her just as she looks , noW." '-
sl.le-hat down on a fallen tied and pi,..
- gins ' sorting her ferns andfloriors, and
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ho opened his sketch-book amd began to
sketch her. For half an hour he was
busy; stroke by stroke his pencil trans,
ferrod tho scone to Paper, and wrought
out tho features and form of that girl,
who imagiued•horself the solo occupant
.of:that wr d, lonely, beautiful sppt.
"There I" he exclaimed as ho added
the last touch. I will work it into -a
pietnfo some day, andrall it the !Nymph
of tho Wooqs,' or something like that."
-So absorbed had ho became in the
finishing tenches Of the sketch that he
had forgotten Hie presence of the girl.
She sprang np as be spoke and started
to run from the spot. Hearing - her
steps, he hastily recollected him Self, and
called at her not to be frightened„
— She stopped at the sound of his voice,
and ho came toward her with his sketch
book. Ho held it out for her inspection.
She took it Shyly, and glanced over the
sketch. • A pleased lookcame into her
eyes.
"Oh it's bcautifui," she cried. "Dic
you draw it ?"
" Yes, I drew it," he tins3vered. "I
am glad y like, it. - I am going to
paint a picture from it sometime."
In that way Basil Reed began his an
quaintance with Cassie Parley. An rm
. quaint:ince which developed at once.into
an ardent admiration for the artist on
her part,. and an interest in the ignorant
ceinatry maiden on his.,
. 1 " I want to got hoard in some family
near by," hetsaid, as ho rose and began
to prepare to descend the hill, after an
hour had slipped away in conversation.
" Can you toll n;c3 where I can find it?"
"Perhaps mother would take you lu"
she said. That's our place," pointing
to a pieturesge all farm house in a nest
of trees. I wish sh would."
. 1.10 smiled at he, artlessness, It was
something hew . not used to, coming
as he did fr the city.
" I think I will go home with yon and
eel," ho said aritl they went cloWn the
ndl t, , gother.
Farloy decith;d to take tho
fcl
iow to bo:u4" after much deliberation.
She "Ir, cd tu sl:o said,
hut then ono didn't malt° umch it? -
elle° anyhow, and she lilted to 'outrUno
dale' if also could.
do lhsil Reed became an inmate of
the Farley family, which lilonsisted of
Mrs. Farley and 14,r da4liter. 311..
Fm ley had been dead for sonic) years,
and his widow with an energy which
few prlssessed, carried on the farm, with
hired help, and " made it pay," she
said with a groat deal 'of pride in the
assertion.
Basil Heed discovered that there was
not'inuch similarity 'of tastes between
mothe'r and daughter. Mrs. Was a born
"calculator" ati the phrase goes in the
country ; one who liked to work for the
sake of the money it broFht in. She
cared little for the higher things of life.
8, , 0ks and flowers never "bothered
CaS:dC 114 Id a mind and taste for other
thing, than the life of work and seharn
log drudgery. She to read, to
tend her flowers, to dream. She knew
nothing of the - world outside the hills,
save what she had learned ftom books.
It was like a fairy land to her imagi
nation.
Coining directly from this world of
which she new so little, it is not to ho
wondered at that Basil titled impressed,
her with a sense of superiority to the'
men and wdinen she knew. Ho was
educated, cultivated, and fascinating.
In short, he was her ideal, and she loved
Let me do Basil Reed justice and say
that I doinet think he tried to win her
love. lie pitied her, and tried to !mile
her life inure pleasant. lib could Teel
hew barren it was, iind ho tried to put
a little sunshine in it, by giving'her his
friendship.
On those rununcr days. They were
so sweet, so daugei onsly sweet to CaSsio„
She thought he loved her. His voice
was tender and Fort, his face gentle and
kind. She could not know that ho,, , .yas
'always as ileferential to other won ak
he was to her. Ho had an intrinsic
gallantly in his nature .that womanhood
called into action,
But, :rummer of Criesio'n love, like
all oth .suimners, ended at last ; and
.ono day Basil Reed aenounced Lie inten
tion of going back to the city next day.
And the'next day ho went. lle bade
Cassio good-bye .by the maple tree at the
gate. Tho girl's face was white with
Haim of parting. Something in her oyes
Id I how much sin) dreaded to let
h in go
" Yod musn't forget me, Ciwaie,
hired," lie nid ; "it has been a pleasant
summa• to me, mid among its, pleasant
est Memories in your friondsh ip.
' "Oh, won't t oiger you," sho-said,
simply ; but he, knew she meant what
she said..
---" I strati cone balk next summer,"
ho said holding - dier hand in, his for a
moment ; "I shall got tired of the city
again, and the memory of S 7 our . pinks
and roses will. prove irresistible, and—
you will 'see me back again.':
Her eyes lighted up radiaUtly: Ho
was coming back again!
".Weli, good-bye, and—don't 'forgot
inn.," And lie"
Gone I but he had loft ouch a 'sweet
promise behind Lim. Ile would cqiiia
back again. Amid her loneliness,. that ,
thought _was - like , a ray of suhishino.
thasie - got to thinking by and' by, only
onho - time when the man she loved
would come back to hers It was always
Of next summer . that
.sho dreamed.
That was to bo the . golden summer 'of
her life.
The winter ended, and the apting
came, and 'violets blossomed on the hills,
and .arbutuh mad() bright the shady
nooks. And Suminer is near,". she
said;" "and when Summm• is hero, he
will collie." . •
„ And Summer came. 'Cassie mado her
little garden bright with bloom, and
beauty. Ear face was full of glad,
eager expects nay. Her eyes shone like
stars, She went about the house sing
ing lilio a bird ail day. ',Her mother
"couldn't thinlc what Mid . got hitC , 016
girl, she was so chipper.”
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And one day Basil, camo. Tho :stage
stopped at the gate, and ho alighted, and
with him a woman, young and beset!.
Something made Cassia shiver, •
4 % ' , I Mid you I would come back," h.
said, tiaylY'r,
," I have brought -some one
with me CaSSIO ;th is my wife.
Wa a nt you' to like, o oh ~ other for my
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'His wife ! and she had looked forward
so eagerly to this coming of the man she
loved I Looking in her face, he' read
the struggle which was torturing her,
and knoW she had loved him.
" Poor Child,l'ho thought, "sho know
so littlo of the ways of tho world. I'm
sorry for hor."
It Was a hard and bittor lemon winch
Cassie learned of the' WOrld's ways.
That night she sat beside her little-win
dow, and wondefed if she wat the same
girl slid had been that morning. She
felt so changed—so- old—so weary of
everything.
"Oh, I loved hini mid" she sobbed.
" I loved him so I"
God pity her and us I Wo have some
of us had just such lessons to loam, and
we know how . Way wrench the heart,
and make ovory string quiver in exqui
site torture. It is ao hard to wake up
prom our dreaming tb find that our
dream was nothing but a dream.
Yoßic LETTER.
c: STROLL ON BROADWAY-STREET SCENES
-THE PEOPLE WE MEET-PEN POlt
TRAITS OF AN M. C.-BUFFALO BILL
A MYSTBRIOUI3 STILANCIERSTE.WART S
IMEMEE!
NEW Toni, March 9, 1872.
ir Lavater, the physiognomist; could
be brought to life and walk down Broad
way, tho old man's heart would be glad
dened at the verification of his peculiar
knowledge of human naturo that would
be found written on tho faces attic pass
ing crowd.
I suppose there in no place in the
world whore a man noes such distinctive
shades of nationalities and expi'dssions
as in a stroll on a fair afternoon down
Broadway. Intellect in rats and rascal
.ity in broadcloth ; countenances creased
with crime and care ; eyes alight with
the excitement of traffic in bodios and
souls; lips with their last lie upon them,
almost quivering ad Mr" sight; and
"human form's. divine" that have'be
cam the temple of tho worst pals-mns
and vices of mankind. There is beastly
enough to maim a bachelor break his
vows, but, 'robed in thl fasltion of the
day, you cannot tell 7isether it belongs
to the great baremdfepresented by thirty
thou Sand honest*, r prostitution, or to a
virtuous home Thom is age, vonarablo,
aristocratic and adorned with its silver
locks, but, for all you know, it is fresh
from the battle fields of Wall street,
where it has boon instrumental in sand
ing a skeleton into I score of households.
Then, there ate the piler—God help
them ! Tho poor towing' girls in their
threadbare garments' ; the poor old wo
men who nit in the cold blante on the
street corpora and sell newspapors ; the
poor Chinese patiently waiting for some;
body to purchase their choap cigars; the
poor blind people Who grind out the sad
dirge of their life on a hurdy-gurdy,
and are:grateful for a trifle; the poor
boys akd girls who brush the mud from
the hir'oet crossings that you may pass
over dry shod, and ask with their plead-,
log eyeand pinched faces for ""Oulya
penue, please, sir ;'' the omnibus drivers
—thoso Cossacks of city civilization,
whose hand is literally raised against
every man, as they invite him to coma
in out of the cold, and who sit from
' morning till nigl+on their frigid ' pedes•
talc like so many animated icebergs,
never so lively as when the atmosphere
6if degrees below zero, trhe4"do
they all find an ahjding place!! That's
the
. question. Cheap lodgings and the
'station houses, whore humanity is packed
together in a filthy mans that taints the
air with corruption,.fell ono part of the
story ; Potter's field and the l'eniten
tiary toll the rust.
Yet outside of these graver shadows,
the picture is still maqe interestin g by
the people you meet...) The social and
political " lions%-ere always visible, and
with true dprfi;cratio indpondsMce you
may elbow your way among celebrities
who range frog a prize-fighter to n
ProSident. Take my arm for a saunter
dOwnißrondway and let me point out a
few. That finely dressed man in front
of the Starling House, with the form of
an Apollo, and a flgnre Cita looms np
head above the majority of the passing
people, is Noonan, the "Benicia Boy."
Ilis brolten.nose, tiwi,,,rolic of a twenty
four foot ring, but,sfilightiy disfiguros
modest countenance, and the unassum
ing and peaceffil hearing of the man is in
keeping , with the general character
which he has maintained since ho atian
doned the muscular profession. He has
thousands of :friends,,.e.SPeeially .among
the local politicia:Ms
- Perhaps , we shall meet John Morrissey,
albeit )when in town he holds forth at
the Hoffman Douse. Take six foot of
human stature, pad it solidly with two
hundred and ten or twenty pounce,
avOirdnpois, givo it a• pair of broad
shoulders and hips; a steady undorpin
ning, and It gait every motion of which
is indicative of power ; mown the whole
with a massive bead, black hair, keen,
dark eyes, an imniohilo face and mouth,
though slightly shaded i j a monstacho
and beard, and marred by another brokon
nose, and you have as good . , pentt'fgratM
as I can make of theifarnoits . fighter, M.
C. and Millionaire.
Speaking of fighting, here comes a
man in whom you will be „interested—
Buffalo Bill, a real bordor hero, who for'
the first time has traveled east of the
Mississippi river. William Cody is his
true tumid, but in life wild Jiro among
the frontiorsmom spouting among In
dians and scalping Apaches, he has won
soubrignee that has already been made
famous in roreance.and the drama. Ned
Buntline has cleverly " done"him in a
five-act play full 'of thrilling border
,scenesthat hal' sot the Bowery boys wild
wificilelight: You will notice that, ap
parently, thorb is not a 'imam cameo of
flesh on his superb frame ; that it is knit
together as 'with hookeof steel, and is
lithe - and elastio; - •lfo,movias - alorig 'with
an easy, swinging stride ; hie foot and
hands aro email, but ho fools uncomfort
able out, of the moccasins and leather
leggins. He has a young faro, but What
a world
,of..charmiter is written On it.
Although - thelong iir - Own hair 'swooping
down On lho shoulders 'of the heavy
blanket overcoat May savor of a. bit of
romance in his compoeition j a . single
look Into a pair of 'gray eyt - 4' that you,
oani\ot, help assOoiating with a riflo bar
rel, dispels the notiOh that there is any
nonsense abour man—anything but
di6 tense, Aar f, high-strung courage'
of ono wly car , sies his life in hie' hand,
and,brahai - enongh, in the languagn
CARLISLE, PENN'A., THURSDAY MORNING, IVIARCH 14, 1872.
Bawkeye,- to " Sarcumviint the pesky
rddskins." Ho returns to his' post In a
few days.
Yonder goes another character=a
strange compound who for ton years has
Walked Broadway, apparently "th e e
world unknowing and by the world.
unknown." I have never yet seen a
than who kne - tv MS panic or liutiness
only this, that ho came from Europe in
well-to-do circumstances, accomyanicd
by his wife and daughtel. ; that ono died
and the other was ruined, since whit:di
time he has pursued his lonely way
among men. lle dresses meanly, but
walks as if he ovnied the street.
There is a' wild glare in his oyes,
heightened perhaps by a pair of iron
spectacles, and a, savage . firmness about
the lips, as if he feared som6 mighty
secret might escape
,them. Altootlitir
it is a face - whiCh oven in the crowd of
Broadway prints itself on the memory
and conies up among the ghosts of after
hours.
But I am transgressing the proper lim
its of a hitter, and mast close wren iu
the middle of my chapter. 1 might go
on by the hour and describe notabilities
—the Japanese princes, Greeley, Gilkey
hell, ,Rohn and his learned wig,
Walt Whitinan the poet, Mink
Josh Billings, Timothy Titcomb, Thomas'
Nast the caricaturist, and dozens of
persons whom you are likely to-meet ilr
a walk;' yet thoy must be held in reserve
for another day.
Of lo' c' al events there have been 710110
".eworth recording. The tidal of Stokes
' drags its slow leligth along ; that of the
Mayor is still pending. Murders, sui
cides and mysterious dead men make up ,
the rest of the preression of New York
items. Tho weather grows decidedly'
"Marshy," and, though clear, the clouds
of dust that play-their mad pranks and
whirl in eddies up io one's ers,..ears anel
nose, , make a day's tramp • anytkipz bat
agreeable. It may intere4 tae ladies to
know that Stewrrt has had a gram',
opc•nine or cumin - ra , ltion. , ,'whi. It for
flume days attrac: , d thomi.mo.s ol• the
:.ex and ronstiltited the moss i.rigniticcmt
dry goods spectacle ~ v er soon in 1111101 in..
The Appleton:.; ;.10 about pro:litchi:4s
one of the most beautiful "books ever
published— Piaui clone Ain criea• '
a series or exquisite pictures and de
scriptions of 'pier urestme localities.
" Windom Teeth .for Little People,"
collection of useful knowledge for chil
dren in tho -nursery and out of it, has
been prepared by Mrs. F. G. Do Fon
taine, and promises to be a valuable
moans of education in the hands of
mothers.
By the way, the cheayest place in New
York for the publication of a book or
pamphlet ia the Journeymen 'Printers'
Co-operative Association. 'Thoy are
turning out, elegant 'work in every de
partment of the art, and making steady
headway as an " instfan"fbhat
trateS the power and profits of proper
combination among tikillod artisans.
THIS WIFE
Shi; was a beautiful girl when I fir 4
WSW her. She was standing up at the
side of her lover at lye marriage alter
She was slightly pale—yet ever arid
anon, as the ceremony proceeded, a
faint tinge of crinison crossed her beaus
tiful cheek, She the reflection of a
sunset cloud upon the clear waters of a
Quiet lake. Her lover, :as he clasped her
liana within his own, gazed on her a few
momeiits with unmingled admiration ?
and warn; and eloquent blood shadowed
at intervals his manly forehead, and'
melted in beauty on his lips.
And they gave themselves to ono
another in the presence of Heaven, arrd.
every heart blessed them as they went
their way rejoicing in their ItiVe.•
Years passed on, and I again saw
those lovers. They were seated together
where the light. of sunset si rle thiough
the half-closed crimson curt ins rending
a rich or tint in the delicate carmling
and the exquisite ombollishm eat of the
rich' and gkirgeonii apartment Time
had slightly- changed than ur outward
appearance. The girlltlA buoyancy o•C
the one 11.0 indeed given place to the
grace of perfect womanhood, and her
lips wore smiler/ha, paler, and a faint
line of care was slight , ,ty perceptiWe on
her brow. Her husbatull's brow, too,
was marked somewhat more deeply than
hisagli t suk.ll. , .w.trrant ; anxiety, and
ambition; and pride, had grown over it
and left their traces upon it . ; a silver
hue had mingled with the dark in his
haii; which had becoaie thin around his
temples, almost to baldness. Ile was
reading on his splendid 01 ternan, with
his face half hidden by his 'hand, as if he
feared that' the deep and troubled
thoughts which op pr, nrcd hime .Imo via
ible upon his feature.
"Edward, you ate raid_
liis wife, In a low, 'sweat; half-inquiring
voice, as she laiddier hand upon his own.
Indifference from those we love is
terrible to the sensitive bosom. It is
as if the silint tifheaven refused its wonted
cheerfulness, and glared upon us with
a cold, dim and fot bidden glance. is
dreadful to feed that' the only Wing' of
our lop refuses to ask' our sympathy— ,
that, he broods over the feelings which
ho scorns or fears to revcal—drdadful
to watch the convulsive and the gloomy
brow, the indefinable shadows of hidden
emotion—the involuntary sightof sort:ow
in which we. are forbidden to participate,
and whose charnel or we cannot icnow.
wife essayed once mere
" Edward," she said ,slowly, mildly
and affectionately;. "the tune has been
when you. wore willing to confide ydur
secret joys and, sorrows to one oh!) has
never, Iltyst,, betrayed your confidence
Why thou my dear 'Edward, is thiscrund
,reserve ? You are troubled and yet re
fusq to` toll me the cause:"
Something of returning tenderness
softened for au instant tho.cold - severity
of the husband's features, but it passed
away, and a bitter smile was his only
reply. •
Time passed on, and ; the twain wore
separated from each other. The, husband
sat gloomly and • alone in tiro damp cell
of a dungeon.
~De had followod ambi
tion as a God, and had •failed in a high
'eareor':: Ho had Mingled with mon wluim
his heart ldathed; ho had sought out the
&era and wronged spirits of,,tho land,
and had breathed into them the madnoss
'of reionge. He had .draWn his owtird
against his country ho had fanikd
"reliollion to -a flame, and it ,had been
quonclipd. in 4umnu blood: - Ho' lind
fallen, miserably fallen, and was doomed
to die the death of a traitor.
"Edward," said hiS wife, in -an-earn
est but faint and low voice, which in
dicated extreme and fearful debilit4
"we have not a moment, to lose. By
an exchange of garments you will bo
able to pass out unnoticed. Haste, or
we may lie too late. Fear nothing for
me. lam a woman, and they Will not
injure me for my efforts iebehalf of a
husband dearer than life
"Margaret, said the .husband, "you
look Sadly ill.. on cannot breathe the
air of this dreadful coll."
" Oh, speak not tome, my dearest
Edward," said the devoted woman, "I
can endure anything for your sake.
Baste, Edward ; all will be well," and
she aided with a trembling hand to die
guise the proud form of her husband in
female garb.
"Farewell, my love, my preserver,"
wh'isporea the husband in thepar of the
dit.guiscd wife, as the officer sternly re
minded the supposed lady; that the
time allotted to her visit had expired.
"Farewell ! we shall not moot ag,fain,"
responded the wife ; and. the husband
passed nut unsuspected, 'and escaped
the enemies of his life.
:They did 'men again—the wife and
husband ;:liut 'only as the' dead may
,ment;iii the awful communiugs of au
other world. Affection had borne up
her exhausted spirit until the last great
purpose of her exertions wore accom
plished in the safety of liar ,husband--
and when the boll tolled on the morrow,
and the pi i!4 , l:lol''S cell was.,,opened the
guards found, wrapped in the habili
ments of their dostined. , vietim, the pale
but beautiful corpse of the dpvotixl
ifo..
HA r AD I - E L ly7 URAL
Harry ey was plowing away on the
last knit' of a twenty acre lot, and fool
ing very comfortable over the thought
that It is spring plowing was almost done,
when he saw his neighbor, Mark Trow
bi idge, driving slowly past, iu company
with his Vile, who War , seldom to be seen
away front home.
" hang me, if 1 don't 'rug over and
see Lucy," said Harry, as he hit his
horses a smart cut with the whip, to
hurry them to Ile end of the bout.
"They are going to town, and• will be
gone three hours, at leant, by the way
old Mark driven. I can stay two hours
and a-half with Lucy, and get back
again before they conic Immo."
And the young'man hitched, his team
to the fence, over which he bounded and
walked away to the house in a double
quick, as though every minute now wars
doubly precious.
He was almost out of breath when ho
entered the house, which paused his MO •
Hier to inquire rather anxiously what
was the matter. Wilhollt heeding her
question lie pulled oil his brogans,
loav
lug them lying in the middle of the room
thing his v ()miming niotho , was
ser.-e ell a .liad .;cc L.P.,
Then he eurpriir..ll her still more by run
ning, rather leaping, up hairs, there
steps at a tine, to his own room. Hero
ho pulled ow a pair of calf-skin boots,
took off his blue frock, and iillbatitated
therefore a white linen coat. ---
It was a raw day in April, and farmer
Trowbridge, when ho started for town,
had put on phis overcoat. Eutillarry's
blood was at a fever heat, and he imag
inetfit,Winen coat and straw hat would
be jusF the thing. After tilling his
pockets with chestnuts vterewith to bribo
Eddie Trowbridge into secrecy, ho stole
to Ids sister's room, and emptying the
contents of the cologne bottle into-his
hand, applied it without stint to hair
and handkerchief. Then seeing a scar
let ribbon on the table, he appropriated
it far a necktie, gave himself an approv
ing glance in the mirror, d:,abeil clown
s, s':ao teed I int front door after him,
and Was gone.
" in tie world is Harry up to
mica r' t exulainwilMrs. Grey, In wonder,
n.t; she ,imed from her work to watch
tho fist receding (iga,iv of her son.
" is going to see Lucy Trowbridge,
I gness," mplied Harry's sister, 0 de
mure little damsel, whowas busy ironing.
" You know, mother, that her father
and mother have gouo away. Won't
there be a scene, though; if they get
home before Harry leaves." . •
"Your brother is the biggest simple
ton I know of," exclaimed. Mrs. Gray
,with spii it. "There's Clara 11eamer,
just as good-looking and smart tin Lucy,
and she thinks the world and all of
Harry, and her follcs.are always inviting
-him over, while Luoy's father won't
cxcm it her look at him if lie can help,
10' •
InMy'ls worth a4liman such rattle
brains as Clara," said her daughter,
"and
,I do belicie Mr. Trowbridza had
rather have Lucy marry Harry thanany
ono else. Bat" ho thinks a girl should
never think of a lover till she is a horrid
old maid, and too ugly to got ono. Ha
keers Limy as • close. nailer his eye as
though Rho wore a baby instead of a
grown up woman. I declare if. I wero
in her plans now I'd elope the first dark
night. But I .believe Lucy would see
'Harry married. to Clara Mame, and
pine away to 'a shadow. about it before
shp 4ould do that."
ilmoy Trowbridge .had taken her so4t
by Li win ow, wherO she sat quietly
- -
t sowing„' until the buggy containing her
parents Was out of sight; then she threw
dowh-lter woyk, and stood, gazing fer'a
few mbreohm gown the pleasant road
along whielt,hhoy - had disappeared. -
.Thog'sliciAshod her hair till it shone
like Satin, toil fastened a knot of blue
ribbon ainong
,the hraids, after doing
which she resumoil hot seat and - het
work.- Did she expect that Harry Grey
Would conic ? Ho had not boon in her
stern father's hence Sur 'ett.r ; she had
not spoken with a montit,fliouirli"
sho•could coo NM at his work in hiii .
fields be:Vend., her father's meadow al %
most every day:‘ Her father, she knew,
would be angry into visited her, • and ft
should cometoltis knowledge, and yet
she hoped lie would come., Lucy was,
not ion& kept in uncertainty, fur he wall
soon semicoming up the Jane, followed
olOsoly by Eddie, with his hands full of
chestnuts. „
Tim young man's pants wore tuokod in
Lis boots, and bho wind Was flapping / 4,h°
skyt of life coat' about
,unntoreil r ully,
)4ilo tho qra'w hat Was only kept in its
plaoo by its owner's hands:
jouci3iondoracimbut :frank hal,l brought
her lover out in summer apparel, when
nature had not so much as put on a leaf
of hors.
Harry tossed his hat on the flow:, and
sat down bafere the glowing Inn, stretch
ing out his hands over the blaze, a'ppreci
ativoly, for, truth to toll, he felt rather
chilly, than otherwise, while Lucy sat
down by the window to watch Alio road
lost soma mishap should bring her
parents home . pormaturely, and Eddie
took possession of the rocking
,chair,
where with the cat purring in his lap,
ho amused himself by watching the
young mph:, and Occasionally throwing
a chestriit,at Harry's nose, which hap
pened to be a prominent feature. Harry,
of course, wanted to talk of love, but
hei.v could he 'with that urchin's eye
fixed upon him?
But Eddie was all unconscious, and
ate is chestnuts with a relish, saying
to Otlself, "It's most, all-fired stupid
hero, and I'd just like to go and fly my.
kite. There's a glorious wind, (how it
did toss his coattail, though,) but I
won't budge an inch till he gives mo the
rest of them chestnuts. His pocket its
bulging out with 'ern." Had Harry had
the benefit of those whispered words his
pocket would, without doubt, have been
emptied in a trice, but he was 'kept in
ignorance of the youngster's wishes, and
Eddie remained obstinately stationary,
notwithstanding Harry - made ' several
'remarks ivell calculated to lot the
juvenile know that his chair might, with
propriety, be vacated. At length the
clock streek four, and Lucy went about
preparing supper. She put the kettle
over, made biscuits and then signified
her intention of going to the smoke
house for a ham. Harry took his hat
and followed, glad of s a
chance at last to
escape Eddie's vigilance. Lucy unlocked
tb door of the smoke house, and Harry
stepped in to got ono of the hams. He
took it down, and holding it in his hand,
was on the point of saying something
sentimental which he had been rehears
ing in his mind all the afternoon, when
the old people drove up to the gate.
Lucy snatched the ham from her lover,
and whispered in an agitated voice, as
she closed the door :
• " You can't come out now, Harry,
stay where you aro till you hear me sing
ing Old Hundred,' and theri run across
the fields."
So Harry was left, in utter darkness.
"I've a good mind to go right out and
board the lion in his don," ho muttered,
as ho leaned against the smoke-begrimed
wall of hisprison.• Presently ho hoard
the key turned in the lock, and realized
that he was. fastened iu. t The fariner„
in passing from the bard , to the house,
saw that the smoke house was unlocked,
and locked it, putting_tho key. into hiS
pocket.
When her parents and Eddie were
seated at the table, Lucy took a pail and
Went out to the well, singing loudly and
clearly that sweet old tune ' Old Hun
dred.' Then, without looking at the
smoke house, she Caine in and took, her
place at the table.
"I wondor where- Harry, Grey is?"
Paid Mr. Trowbridge. "His horses aro
tied to tho fence, and I know by the look
ho has'nt turned a furrow this after-
noon.",
Eddie looked very wiso,.but him sister
trod on his toes to ipako him keep still.
" up to theNhouse, no doubt,"
said his wife.
" Clara Beamor is theyo, with hor hair
all in ringlets. Thoro'll be a match,
should'nt wonder."'
" Well, I should then'," said Lucy's
father. '°What dons any sensible man
want with such a gal about as she
is. Why sormor than sco that happen
Vd give Harry leave to court our Lucy
three'or four years from now."
Nothing Curthor wag said until tho
farmer grumbled :
"These hams wisrn't half smoked, I
must take thorn in hand," and true to
1 his word, 'as soon as ho roes from the
liable ho procured an old kettle and made
11 smudge which ho carried to the smoke
house. He removed a plank which covered
a small square hole, left there for the
sake of convenience, through which" he
thrust biti kettle of smoking corn cobs
and.sa:Ast. l Then he re-placed the
plank, loft the hams,Lpd, alas,
Hamm too, to be thorouglalcaneeked.
Lucy l watched these proceedings with
Interest, thankful that her signal had
given Harry time to .escape. But her
feelings underwent a change when Eddie,
with a comical look, toldirer that '.her.
beau' was locked in the smoke house.
Without waiting to see whether she ,was
observed or not, • shvbastened to the
smoke house cud removed the smoking,
kettle.
" Harry, Harry !" sho caned In a
hurso whispor.
"Is that you, Lucy? I'm in purgatory.
:Have-you taken that confounded thing
out ? -Pm blind as a bat, and my thrmit
is full of,snoe and ashes." '
Harry's voice come from near 'the
ground.
"I cannot liberate you at present.,
•
Harry ; father has the key. But I'll
bring you some supper, and when ho
goes to bed I'll get the key. and_ release
- you." In a few. minutes a 'plate of
edibles was shoved through the aperture
and the . board' returned to its place.
But, as illdtiek Tad have it, the farmer
iliscoveted,- by the absence sof stoolco
about the crevices, that his sleek° .had
gone out, so the board" was again re
moved and tho'fitimer's arm thrust in
to get the kettle, but histead' of that
Harry's untouched supper brought
to light. • "
"Well, this p . tiPs - trio ia cap shoat o .
.everything I over hen:ril tell of."'
Just thou a, ham fell to the ground
NyStlk it dull thMl, sending a - cloud of
ashes into the farmer's face, for ho was
still kneeling before the h*. ,
"There, What'on earth' can 1 eat be?
Well, I've got to search into the rmitt6i
or tshitil always think the smoke house'
was haunted." -
So Baying, ho opened the door, when
the form of Harry, unrecognizable in his
boat of nkhos and soot, roes up before
h m.
,Tho farmor stopped back and yollod
ad ho Toluntarpy grasped bisjack kaifc.
!, Murder Murder.!"
"stop, man, stop. Don't.call them
all Nout,'.! mj . ho glanced, ruefully at hie
dirty coat. „ • .
"A ill& I A thief I" again roarei
Mrs TkUlmidge, and 'by this time all
with the exception of Lucy were on-tho
spot .
lIIMI
"It's 'only I, neighbor; don't. you
know mo ?" . ,
Harry folt rather, sheepish, and. could
not help speaking so.
"Who ?"
."Harry Grey." , •
" Well; you're in a nice pickle. I
doubt if Clara Hcamor would'know you,
or woulu own it if she did. What aro
you doing hero P' , •
, All at :once Harry felt as bold as a
lion.
"I want your daughter, Mr. Trow
bridge. Will you give her to me?"
" Wore you lying here in ambush
watching your, chance to steal her P"
" Ng; butif -you don't give her to me
you may ropont it. I shall never ask
again."
" That moans ho will marry Clara
Beamer, and I should repent it then,"
thought ;the farmer as ho scratched his
head, meditatively. Presently ho said
"Eddie, go •call Lucy." She came
out; shortly, hanging her head and blush
ing deeply.
"Lucy, do you want to marry this
chin - M(3y sweep.'?
" If you please, father."
" How long will you wait?" '
"As.lolig as you say, if—"
"If what?" -
"If you will let him come over onto
in a while."
" And, Harry,,how long will you wait?"
"Ono your:" •
The farmer scratched-his head again.
• " Well, you can have her, and. s'pose
I'll have to let you coins over as often as
you please. But see that you keep out
of the smoke house," and with flat
spoken gruffly onongh, the farmer walked
off.
Harry was soon 'on his way home,
whistling merrily, despite his forlorn ap
pearance.
Ile nearly frightened his mother and
sister out of their wits when he bolted
into their presence. They listened to
his story, and at its conclusion agreed
with him, that, although a ludicrous
occurrence, it was a Very fortunate ono.
1101 V SHE 0 WIRD 111 M.
=I
They wore playing a waltz at Mrs.
Moreland's, and as the wild German
masio fldated out upon the air in en
trancing strains, Jessie Lorain looked
out upon the RQ6IIO trim: the heavy win
dow drapery,-where she stood half con
cealed for the last two hours. There
was ii . haunted look on the fair sWeet
face, and a passionate pain in the groat
dark oyes, which deepened and intensi
fied as they watched the waltzers, and
one couple in 'particular, keeping exact
time to the music. They were a lady
and a gentleman. The lady, the fair,
stately Miss TAnly, whose blonde ourls
swept her partner's shoulders and arm,
as she leaned towards him in the dance.
The gentleman, handsome Lawrence
Lorain, who had forgotten his young
wife all this time in the presence of Miiis
Li:fly'', society.
Poor Jessie Lorain was nothing but a
country girl. A little innocent-hearted
wildwood plant that had been trans
planted to this perfumed atmosphere of
hot-house pleasure and vanity. -She was
obliged to leave her cozy parlor night
after night for the ball room, the opera,
or the theatre ; then
,to be left in the
corner and neglected, for some more
regal beauty. All, becausoshe had no
taste for gayeties ; didn't like to dance,
and didn't know how to flirt.
There was a pitiful look on ramie's
face just now, ,as she watched the
dancers, and wished she was more like
Miss Lindly, then, perhaps, Lawrence
would get sick of her so quick, and
something very like tears arose to the
wistful oyes, as she shrank back in tho
shade again, out of the sight of the two
young men coining towards her.
"1 declare,". said one, "it is yt shame
to see Lorian flirt as. ho does .with that
heartless cognate, while his poor young
wife sits alone and unnoticed.
' Jessie gasped a little, then listemrl,for
the reply.
" I'd teach him a lm - on, if I
. were in
Iter place."
" !" °Maimed the first speaker,
" what, yrould you do"'
I'd flirt as ranch as he doss."
"Mitch him at his own game."
"Yes. And if I dared, Pd advise her
to Arils up a 2011011 M flirtation.with your
humble servant ; but, she seems so pure
and distant, that I never dare approach
her," said the last speaker, who 'MO
Captain Dtlbnrry ; wealthy. •and some
thing -of a flirt 'dimelf, and not, alto
gether such an ono as yothig husbands
would care to have .their pretty wives
with.
The two passed on, and'Searcely were
they out of sight, when I..awronee came
np_smiling,_and saying.
"Tired, are you, Jessie. Be patient
a little while Pet, then I'll
.take you
down to supper," as if that was recor9 . -
pens() enough for the long, lonely even
ing.
"Yes, I am tired," Jessid faltered,
dropping ar eyes to hide the tearif that
would will up now.
"And I don't want any suppci Law
rouse, but I want to go home."
I what a little country=flod
thing you ,are. Can't think of going
home now. Am engaged to waltz the
Banish with Miss Linly ; polka with
Mrs. Reek, and then a Redowa with
Miss Linly again. She is a very stylish
girl Jessie ; wish you would *overcome
your prejudice, and got acquainted.
She might learn you how to appear,"
and with these half heartless words Mr.
'Lorain went after Miss Linly for the
Spanish.
-Joni eltept - hack the 'rebellious- tears;
and thought a moment In silence. " A
married flirt is a detestable thing," she
murmured. - •
" Wonder itit's any Worse - for a wo
man to flirt tluiu a man. 11l try it any
way. And with the light of a new re
solve shining in hor dark eyes,' Joni°
carao,out-of-tho shade into the full glare
of the gas lights, and wont to tho dross-
ing-room to see that she vvas "all right,"
thdn cams. back, -aud thon made hor
wad to a group of .ehattoring ladies and
gentlemen, who noticed her, eimpl be
canee.ehe was Lawrence Lorain's wifl.
Captain Dubarry mad°, his -way to
this circle 'her a momont;''sand seeking
:068i0 04/(1, : :
"Do you over waltz, Mrs. Lorain?
"Never."•
"Nor dauoo?" , •
i‘ Sometimes."
"Then will you favor mo with. your
hand for the•moxt liodowa 2"
"With pleasure, Captain Dubarry."
"And allow me to 'take - you to sup- .
por ?" ho whispered, bending a 4.09
lower.
"Thanks, yes," in the same tone
The flirtation had fairly 11,rgun.
When Mr. Lorain went after his wife
to go to supper, she, wasn't ' there, but
promenading dowu'the hall with Cap
tain Dubarry. •
" Jessie, I'm fiurprised," he whffipered
at the first opportunity,
"At what?" was the innocent' rejoin
der.
"At you, for allowing Captain Du
barry to take you to Supper."
"Oh I" and Jessie elevated her dark
eyebrows n little, just as the band struck
up for. the Redowa, and Lawarance Le
rain was obliged to seek his partner.
Captain Dubarry . led Jessie Out, upon
the floor ? and ho was so very attentive
to her every want during the remainder
of the evening, that wo ‘Oll venture
,to
assert that Ms. Loraih did mot half en
joy his flirtation with Miss Liuly.
Mr. and l*s. Lorain went home very
gnietly,..iind neither referred to the
events of the evening. Lawrence hoped'
that -Jessie' would forgot this little epi
sode in her life by to-morrow. He did
not care to have other gentlemen flirt
with' his wife; and he had just discov
ered how lovely and prepossessing she
was, when properly noticed in company.
..'the next morning, after :kissing Jes
sie
. "good by," he went down town to
Lis business office, and, returned to din
ner a little earlier than usual, to find the
,parlor cold and Jessie gone. He rang'
the boll impatiently, and asked ihe
maid where her mistreSs wkr
" Gone out, sir ; she said you needn't
wait dinner for her."
" Who did she go with?"
" Captain, Dubarry," and the maul
disappeared, leaving Mr. Lorain to re
flect over Jessie's present conduct, com
pared with her past. --","
"Gone out with Captain Dnbarry ?
What dose she mean?" thought this
injured husband, totally ignoring the
many times that he had been out riding
with Jessie Lilly, Mrs. Jloelc, and
others, while Jessie was left at home to
wait his return to dinner, or eat her
cold and comfortless meal.
sha came at last and Lavrrence said :
" What do you moan, Jessie, by going
out with Captain Dubarry so much ?"
"So much; really I never wont with
him before. I've promised to go to the
opera to night, though," said Jes,iic, her
checks glowing with excitomont, and
herlustrotis eyes sparkling.
".Jessie Lorain-l"
".Well,,Lawrence?"
"Captain Dubarry is no assbolate for
a pure young woman."
"Why, Lawrence, I think ho is per
fectly splendid, Lb dislingue, you know,
and all that," said she, imitating his
manner the night before.
"Jessie, do you love Captain Dubarry
better than you do yii - nr husband ?"
"No; but then it's fashionable to
flirt, you know."
An inkling of the truth came into
Lawrence Lorain,s mind. De drew his
wife near to him, and said :
"I understand you, Jessie. You have
mired me darling ;" and she had, on he
maipa.thia princiPlis : Similia, similibus
curantor.
To-day there is no happier couple than
Lawrence and Jessie Lorain.
A HARD CUSTOMER.
"Faith, an' have ye ivor a other for
me, yor bonen?"
" What name ?" asked the urbano
"Why, mo o 11 name, lie course
Whose elre ?''
" What in your nano?" continued the
Official, still urbane.
"Faith, an' it was TIIO [Alines afore
mo ; and would ho yot, but ho's gono
dead."
"Confound you, what do you oall
yourself ?"
" Bodad," maid Pat, firmly, " I call
rnyea i lf a gentleman, ana it's a pity . there
ain't a couplo
"Stand back," commanded tho QM,
cial, with dignity.
"Thu devil aback I'll idaud ontill I
.gtite my lettho•."
"How can I give it to you if' you
won't toll me yrho you are, you stupid
thick headed boa. trotter,"
" And is that Ni hat your're paid for—
obeying honest people - that conics for
their right4l Give ow dm lather, or; be
Cho whiskora-of Kato Kearney's oat , I'll
gitino papon,"
p ...)
~ you winidering blow* he; 4 , " broko
in the now !Tally angry clor "con'e
you tell me how your lotlox is address-
"Dressed ?" how should it ho
barrid' 43n sheet of- paper, like any
other I Come, hand me livie." •
"The deuce take you I won't you tell'
me who you are ?"
"Faith 'Pin an 'lrlsionan broil and
born, coed, breed, and generation. Me
father was a omin to ono. eyed Harry
MyWra, the process sarvor, an'• also moo-`
thor belonged to tho.Mooneys of Klima- -
thousd. You're an. ignorant 'old dis
ciple, an' ov you'll only creep ont of yor
holo,[l.'ll welt your hido like a now shoo.
An' 'if yo - got any satisfaction of mop
me name's not Harney. O'Flynn."
"Oh, that's... your name 2" said the
satisfied official, seizing and shuffling 'a
pile of letters. ," There's your 'ffittor.l'
=3:2151111
. A miNzaTun asked n littlo lioy who
bad boon contorted :
• •-," Don - not - the doifir tolry6ll tlutt you
aro not a ohristian 2"
"Yes, sometimes."
"7011, what do you say to him 2".
- "I toll him," - rolled tho boy, - . 7 " that
whethor lam Or not, it is'. nono Of WA
businosa."
A nr,Acasmrru brought up his son—
to whom ho was
„very severo—toOde
trade:-:---Ono day-the old man was try.,
ing to harden a cold chisel, which he
had made kif Foreign steel, but ho could
not succeed. "Horsewhip it, father,"
exclaimed tho youpg ono; "if that
harden It, I don't know what will I".
" Willa. caret-headed, ugly little nr-
Oda is that madam? Do yon know his.
AmmO?" "Why, yes, ho is my yodigost
son." "You don't say so, indeed I
What a dear littlo swoot dova-oyediohor
oh he is I"
MOM
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NUMBER H.
AMERICAN GIRZS AND PIE.
David Macrae, a Scottish writer who
recently visited this country, and appar 7
()fitly enjoyed unusual facilities for
studying the character and life of the
people, has published some notes of
travel, under the title of "flow Things
are in America." Tho following extr cf
is suggestrve, certainly. 116 was.s ruck
with the paleness of young women and
says :
This paleness in the American girls,
though often beautiful, is too universal
1111410 from the old country tlaigins to
long for a rosy !clui4. ,Lowolt said that
color was a thiUg of climate, and that I
shOuld find plenty oe'rosy cheeks among
the monutaius of Malmo, where there is
more moiituro in the air. It may be
co ; I never got to the' Maine moun
tains to see. But as far as my ob
soryatioii wont, I never saw, any either
on mountdin or valley in any' part
of Now England. My -private im
pression is,
_making alt allowance" for
the influenco of dry air, that the
peculy paienesS of the New England
girls e innects itself with metaphysics,
hot broad, and pie. I Livid' strong
convictions oil this subject of pie.
Not to speak of mere` paleness. I
don't see how the Americans can re-
Atoncilo it witiL their notions of. what
is duo to the laws of nature, to live to
the ago they do, considering the amount
of pie they
,eat, anti the rapidity, with
which they generally cat it,- I don't
remember that I over sat down to dinner
in America, even in a poor man's house,
without finding:pie of some kind—often
cif several kinds—on tho table ; and
without finding that o'iorybody partook
of it, down to the Microscopic lady or
gentleman whom we should call the
baby. Pie is indispensable. Take any
thing away, but leave pie. Americans
can stand the prohibition of till
intoxi
cating drinks ; but, attempt to prohibit
pie, and you would plunge America into
a revolution in a day.
~ Paleness and pie notwithstanding, the
American ' girls aro very delightful.
And in ono point they fairly surpass tho
majority. of English girls—they are all
educated and well-filformed. Itta is a
painful, bat I fear a too incontrovertible
fact, that most of the girls on• this side
are very ignorant of general subjects. I
don't blame them ; I blame' the systorp
of education. Porno girls aro fascinat
ing whether they aro educated or not ;.
but to ho left alone, as ono sometimes is,
with a girl who knbws nothing, in a
room with no piano, is exceedingly em
barrassing--after the weather has been ex
hausted. There is never the same difficulty
with American- girls. The admirable
educational system of Now England,
covering the whole area of society, has ,
given them education, whether• they be
poor Or rich ; lias furnished thorn with
.a great deal of general information, and
has quickened their desire for more An
American girl will talk to you about
anything, and feel, (or what has the
same effirat, 'scorn to fool,) interest in it.
Their tendency is, perhaps, to talk too
ii:\
much, and to talk beyond their k wl
edge. With the cleverer, (or as t y
would say`themselves, the "smarter,") f
them, it seemed to me sometimes t
make no perceptible difference whothor
they knew anything of the subject they
talked about or not. /But they gener
ally tmow a litto about ovefythiug, and
their 'general intelligence add vivacity
make them very delightful companions.
TILE KIND Olr WIFE-TO CLloal3E.—Af
tor all, in logiciug oat for a wifo, a, man
must considOir how sho will show at no
. -
fireside, lather than at parties. You
can learn so much of literary and ais
thetic tastes, the favorite books that aro
always in hand, the music that is regu
larly studied and sung, the kind of asso
ciations, and the general order of tastes.
It is by far the best why'forgotting up a
flirtation, which In not impleasntly done
under parental oyes, when such oyes are
likely and benignant. Love-making
is an uncommonly Ilk:is:int employment
for the, winter nights. You may talk
of the perils of young men wbon'they
come up to town ; but there is no better
safeguard than giving such young fel
lows the associations of home and
sweet womau„
in
inalo an im
mense mistake in taking tib severely
monetary a view of a t ‘V . i . 9ng relieves
prospects,. I never knewia young follow
under ever so dun a cloud, - whd, with
purpose and ability could not work out
his way into the sunlight. Bettor even
the lung " anyaganont, or
.the early
marriage, than may other suppositions
that might be. put.— London Society
TUE LANfIUAOE9P FRUITS.—
Apple—DiSCOrd.
Pear—Marriage.
Plum—Wealth.
Pine—Languishment.
Quosoberry—Simplicity.
Medlar—lnterference.
' Service—Assistance.'
Elderberry—Seniority,
Fig—Defiance.
Slue—Varilineas.
Crab-4!011r totnper.
Date—Cbronelny.
nip—Applaunu.
taw—Swells.
Plahanin—Growth, '
.Pomegranate-r-Secdiness.
Prune —Retrenchment.
Comtmsnaox
,Thera .arb a groat inaliy sticks in the
some big and some little. Sono
-aro stinky, and some are not.. There aro
largo sticks of wood; and that is., ono,
kind'of sticks; and there 'arc little 'bits
,of sticks. Some people. whon they aro
handling, money, it sticks to their pock
ets, so that is another kind of stick.
Sometimes when a boy is doing an (Sa
mple he 'gets stuck, and that is another..
kind of stick. . Sothetimos when a horso.
is going along in muddy weather ho gots
stunk in the mud, that is another kind
of a stick. That is all .1 can thitk., 9 ff
UM; go that is another Stick. 6
FANTZI FERN writes„.lu, roferencos to
tlio expensive toys, now ia vogno : "The
dolt or my hib 'days Was ib crooked
necked squash,. witha tow(?) for a dross,
and ' humorous progeny 'of littlo,
onounalairdfor babies,- and I was just tie
happy, anda great deal bettor Outented,
than the little girl of to-day with a f.iloo
raris doll." rl - 4 •
Dnitiii . nothingotrongot: 412),11
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