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They are wanderers and ramblers—never at home,
Making sure of a welcome wherever they roam;
And every one knows that the bachelor's den,
Is a room set a port for these singular men—
A nook in the clouds of some five feet by tour,
Though sometimes, by chance, it may be rather
With skylight, or no light, ghosts, goblins and
And every where termed the old bachelor's room.'
These creatures, they say, are not valued at all,
Except when the herd gives a bachelor's ball.
Then dress in their best,
In their gold broidered vest,
It is known as a fact,
That they act with much tact,
And they lisp how d'ye do V
And they coo, and they woo,
And they smile, for a while,
Their fair guests to beguile ;
Condscending and bending,
For fear of offending,
Though inert, And they spy,
They exert, With their eye,
To be pert, And they sigh,
And to flirt, As they fly.
And they whisk and they whiz,
And are brisk when they quiz.
• For they meet, Advancing,
To be sweet, And glancing,
And are fleet, And dancing,
On their feet, And prancing,
Sliding and gliding with minuet pace,
Pirouetting and setting with infinite grace.
And jumping, And racing,
And bumping, And chasing,
And stumping, And pacing,
And thumping, And facing,'
They are flittering and glittering, gallant and gay,
Yawning all morning, and lounging all day.
But when he grows old,
And ills sunshine is past,
Three score years being told,
Brings repentence at last.
He then becomes an odd old man,
His warmest friends the warming pan ;
He's fidgety, fretful and - weary ; in fine,
Love's nothing but self, and his dinner and wine.
He rates and he prates,
And reads the de bates:
Despised by the rnen, and the women he hates.
Then posing, And poring,
And dosing, And snoring,
And cooing, And boring,
And nosing, And roaring.
Whene'er he falls in with the rabble.
His delight is to vapor and gabble.
He's gruffy, And musty,
And puffy, And fusty;
He sits in his slippers, with back to the door,
Near freezing, And grumbling,
And wheezing, And mumbling,
And tearing, And stumbling,
And sneezing, And tumbling,
lie curses the carpet, or nails in the floor.
Oft falling, Oft waking,
Oft bawling, Oft aching,
And sprawling, And quaking,
And crawling, And shaking:
His hand is unsteady, his stomach is sore.
He's railing, Uncheery,
And failing, And dreary,
And ailing, And weary ;
And groaning, and moaning,
His selfishness owning,
Grieving and heaving: .
Though nought he is leaving,
But pelf and ill health,
Himself and his wealth.
He sends for the doctor to cure or to kill,
Who gives him advice, and offence, and a pill,
Who drops him a hint about making his will.
As fretful antiquity cannot be mended,
The miserable life of the bachelor's ended.
Nobody misses him, nobody sighs,
Nobody grieves when the bachelor dies.
From the Whig Standard.
Clay and Frelinghuysen.
Our country's flag aloft we raise,
Our hopes now high are upwards rising;
In burning words it there displays
Tho names of Clay and Frelinghuyoen.
To free our land from folly's sway
All freemen now with zeal are striving;
Our foremost champion's Henry Clay,
Our second man is Frelinghuyeen.
With Freedom's cry our land is rife,
In tones which echo round th' horizon,
Her watchwords in the coming strife,
Are Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen.
Ah ! Matty's in a horrid way—
His porridge all is turned to 4pisire—
For everywhere the people say,
We go for Clay ani Frelinghuysen !
Love and Lightning.
A lady, who her love had sold,
Ask'd if a reason could he told
Why wedding rings were made of Gold
I ventured thud t' instruct her:
Love, ma'am, and lightning are the same--
On earth they glace, from Heaven they cane;
Love is the soul's electric flame,
And gold lie beat conductor!
Remember, young man, that your character
ought to shine brighter than your boots.
A RACE FOR A WIFE,
OR PEGGY NAURSTII, TOE 1010 u COQUETTE.
By Miss S. C. Hall.
Andrew Kennedy and Mike Barry were suitors
for the hand of Peggy Magrath. The power which
Irish fathers exercise over their children, is often
any thing but genteel; they dispose of them in
marriage frequently to those considered the best
bidders; and it is no smell compliment to Irish
women to say that even in instances where they
very generally succeeded in withdrawing their af
fections, and making true and devoted wives, and
affectionate mothers. In the case of Peggy Ma
grath, however one candidate stood about as well
with her father as the other. Both were fine stout
fellows, able to work, when they could get work to
do, with a cabin and a potato garden, waiting for
furniture,' and both anxious to possess the hand,
heart, and fortune of Peggy Magrath. There aro
two ways of winning a woman's favor—the right
and wrong. Andrew in the first instance made
sure of the girl—Mike of the father. And if An•
drew had been a man worse off in the world—if his
cow had not been as good—lsis feather-bed as heavy,
or his pig as weighty as those of his rival, might
would overcome right, and Andrew would have
had no chance. But as it was, the father finding
that one boy' was as well to do as the other, and
that moreover the faction' of the rejected would be
too strong for him, though they would yield to the
lady, declared as he was walking home from an
'early mass,' that he would leave it ''twixt the
Almighty and his daughter;' let her settle it in
God's name, and he'd wash Isis hands of it altogeth
er; only she must settle on the one or the other that
week, for he could not be having his peace of mind
destroyed, with her and her sweet-hearts any lon
ger ; his house was like a fair or a station with them,
for boys, that could not let the girls alone; and sure
it was well for him and his old woman,' they had
but one daughter; for if they had more, they'd quit
the country sooner than be bothered entirely in the
way he had with them—for bachelors !
Now Peggy was as arrant a coquette as ever
flirted a fan in a •ball-room; one of those who are
born with an intense desire to continue 'the slave
trade,' who delighted in tormenting, and who,
whether she cal4d or not for a man, would enjoy
teazing him; indeed, the better she loved, the grea
ter pleasure in tantalizing the object of her
affections. As long as her father wavered between
Andrew and Mike, the true affection she bore the
former made her dread loosing ihim so much, that
else was far more affectionate to hiss than she had
ever been to any one else; and once when her fath
er said something that led her to believe that he de
cidedly favored Mike, she burst into a flood of team,
and declared that she would die' sooner than marry
him. Now, when her father accompanied by both
suitors, entered the house, and he told her there
were her bachelors, and else must make up her mind
which of the two should be her husband, for he (her
father,) had no mind to keep an old maid in Isis
house, she blushed and simpered, looking through
the long lashes of her eyes without once raising the
lids, and to the utter astonishment of hods her fath
er and Andrew, accepted Mike's offer to dance the
first jig with her that evening—completely turning
her back on her former fovorite. Mike having
got her consent to the dance, eager to show himself
off to the best advantage, bethought that his brogans
would look bad on the floor,' and, like a fool, left the
field open to Andrew, while ho set out to borrow
Isis brother's pumps.' This opportunity was not
lost upon Andrew, who renewed his suit, but be
came thoroughly perplexed by the waywardness of
women's nature—he could make nothing of her.
Indeed,' she said, 'she would as soon—as her
father was so hard upon her—marry ono as the
other. May be she showed more favor ono time to
Andrew than to Mike, and may be at another time
she showed more favor to Mike than to Andrew ;
may be she'd toss up for them, call Mike the Head
and Andrew the Harp, and so get her luck.'
Andrew, poor fellow! was half mad with vexa
tion—and yet, what could he do 1 He entertained
serious thoughts of an abduction, but where was the
good of itt Sure, if she was that changeable
'crsythur' she wasn't worth having.
He offered to fight Mike for tier, but this her fath
negatived at once: he couldn't have any lighting for
a child of his. ' But I'll tell you what,brave boys!'
exclaimed the old man; 4 I'll tell you what--do as I
did for my good wife, and what no Irishman was
ashamed to do--run for her! Every body in the
place is free-footed-run-for, and let the fleet foot win
This was agreed upon. Both the young men
were remarkable for activity—both anxious to win
a bride; and despite Peggy Magrath's coquetry,
when she took her stand upon the rising ground
thatcommands a view of the g race course' all agreed
that she was worth ten times the trouble.
d I'll tell you what it is, Peggy,' said ono of her
companions, d I'll bet roy bran now handkercher that
never crossed my neck, baring this day, that Mike
will be the hero, he's longer in the legs—and oh,
my ! but he's the active boy intirely.'
d Well, who ever wins, Peg's luck will he happy ;
that's all I say.'
• Suppose they should both win P added another.
• The custom hers alluded to is still common
among the rude peasantry of the south of Ireland.
7 0 U; ) Ex3. O CiE)a ra-L_A.-4a.
'What will you do then, Peggy dear, toss up for
There they go!' exclaimed a third—while Feg
es heart beat stout reproaches at her unfaithful
ness; there they go—it's cruel hard, so it is, to
make them end such a race by coming up even this
bit of a hill at a long run. Mary Grady, do mind
the day Aby Flynn running the race for his wife,
fell and cut his head, so that the grave was his wed
ding bed—poor fellow.
rater they'd give it up at once,' exclaimed
Peggy; following the contending parties with her
eyes, and trembling front head to foot at the advan
tage which Mike had evidently obtained over An
drew—l'd rather they'd give it up. Well,l don't
care who wins or who loscs—l'll marry which I
like,' she continued, bursting into tears, and cover
ing her face with her hands.
,Oh honor Peggy,' they exclaimed ; , surely
you would not he guilty of such a falsity as that?'
, Tell me,' she answered, all her coquetry for
gotten in her anxiety for htm she really loved, so
that she dared not look upon the race ; tell me for
the love of mercy, how it's going with him?'
, With him!' repeated as arrant a coquette as her
self—,which of the him., p,
Andrew !' she breathlessly replied.
' Oh, be the dads ! I don't know,' she answered,
winking her merry eyes at her companions, while
Peggy held her hands more tightly than ever over
hers; I don't know at all—what do pots think
4 0h !' said mischievous Mary, I can't tell ; I'm
sure now six to one, and half a dozen to the other
—but now—oh my ! but Mike has the legs to be
sure—may be he can't use them—thath ! well that
last sprtng he gave bates all. Oh, then, it's Mike
that will make the fine husband; and no mistake—
take your hands from eyes Peggy, woman—there's
money bid for you!'
Open your eyes, jewel avourment !' said anoth
er there, they're coming up the hill—that's right,
shoot boys. Oh, then, Mrs. Mike, may be I won't
shake a foot at your wedding; take down your hands,
and look for yourself--Mike yer a rale ham!'
'rlie young men were, as he said, running up to
where they stood, but not in the degree Mary so
mischievously intimated. Peggy was without the
power to withdraw her hands ; her feelings overcame
Take her, Mike ; you well deserve her, exclaimed
the tantalizing girls, as Andrew, panting and grasp
ing, ascended considerably in advance of his rival.
But Peggy heard them not, subdued by her emo
tions, she had fainted on the sward.
Such is the overpowering nature of woman's co-
quetry, that after she recovered, and was well assu
red of Andrew's victory she would have played the
fair lady Disdain, if she dared—but her father in
terposed, and she is now a good wife, and the moth
er of five small children !
A Good Little Story.
ny MRS. CORNWALL BARON WILSON.
Please, my lady, buy a nose-gay, or bestow a tri
fle,' was the address of a pale, emaciated looking
woman, holding a few withered flowers in her hand
to a lady who sat on the beach on Brighton, watch-
ing the blue waves of the receding tide.
'I have no half penelaay good woman,' said the
lady, looking up from* novel she was perusing
with a listless gaze; qf I had, I would give them to
g I am a poorlwicfew, with three helpless children
depending on mo ; lobtt ld you bestow a small trifle to
help us on our way V
g I have told you I have no half-ponce,' reiterated
the lady, somewhat pettishly. —g Really,' she added,
as the poor applicant turned meekly away, g this is
worse than the streets of London ; they should have
a police on the shore to prevent such annoyance.'
These were the thoughtless dictates of the MUD.
',Mamma,' said the blue eyed boy, who was lying
on the beach at the lady's feet, flinging pebbles into
the sea, I wish you had a penny, for the poor wo
man does look hungry, and you know we are going
to have a nice dinner, Ind you have promised me
a glass of wino.'
The heart of the lady answered the appeal of
her child ; and with a blush of shame crimsoning
her cheek at the tacit .cproof his artless words con
veyed, she opened her reticule, placed half a crown
in his tiny hands, and in another moment ho was
bounding along the sand on his errand of mercy.
In a few seconds he returned, his eyes sparkling
with delight, and his countenance glowing with
health and beauty.
Oh mamma, the poor woman was so thankful ;
she wanted to turn back, but I would not let her ;
and she said, God bless the noble lady, and you,
too, my pretty lamb, my children will now have
bread for these two days, and we shall go on our
The eyes of the lady glistened as she heard the
recital of her child, and her heart told her that its
dictates bestowed a pleasure the cold reasoning of
the head could never bestow.
A SNUFF Box or POTATO SKINN.-At a recent
meeting of the Brooklyn Institute, Mr. Patridge
presented to the Society a snuff box, made from the
skins of potatoes by hydraulic pressure. The box
was highly polished and neatly finished. The cu
test Yankee might examine it, and guess for a week,
and then be unable to tell the material from which
it is manufactured. It is of German make.
Pay the Printer, and vote for Henry Clay.
From the Phila. Dollar Newspaper.
"Oh! fly to the Prairie, sweet maiden, with me,
"Pis as green, and as wild, and as wide as the sea I"
J. K. MITCHELL.
I sing of the prairie land,
The wilds of the West,
Where peace crowns the husbandman,
His toil and his rest.
There's no smoke of a city,
Noise, rattle, and din;
No sinks of iniquity,
Shame, anguish and sin.
But the lark in tho morning,
High rising above,
In the rays of a bright sun,
Shouts her song of love.
And the deer, lightly bounding,
Casts sweet scents around,
With his feet gayly pressing,
The flower-strewn ground.
Then adieu to the town,
Farewell to the city,
Be it ever so pretty,
Or high in renown !
Content with the pratrie land,
Tho wilds of the West,
No more will I roam again
Of pleasures in quest !
But long as life receiving,
From the fount above,
Still prove the truth so pleasing,
That our God is love.
Prairie dta Long, 111.., 1844.
The Irish Highwayman.
Doctor W-, the Bishop of Cashel, having oc
casion to visit Dublin, accompanied by his wife and
daughter, determined to perform the journey by
easy stages, in his owh carriage, and with his own
sleek art well-fed horses, instead of trusting his
bones to the tender mercies of an Irish postchaise,
and the unbroken garcons used for drawing these
crazy vehicles. One part of his route was through
a wild and mountainous district, and very conside
rate of his cattle, made a point of quitting his car
riage at the foot of every hill and walking to the
top. . . . .
'On one of these occasions he had loitered to
look at the extensive prospect, indulging in a reverie
upon I.s a. stile appearance, and the change that ag
riculture might produce, and in so doing suffered
his family and servants to be considerably in advance.
Perceiving this he hastened to make up for the lost
time, and was stepping out with his best speed when
a fellow leaped from behind a heap of loose stones,
and accompanying the flourish of a huge club with
a demoniac yell, demanded 'Money !' with a fero
city of tone and manner perfectly appalling. The
bishop gave the robber all the silver he had loose in
Isis pocket, hoping that it would satisfy him ; but
he was mistaken, for no sooner had the ruffian stow
ed it away in a capacious rent in his tattered gar
ment, than with another whirl of his bludgeon,
with an awful oath, he exclaimed— , And is it with
the likes of this I am after letting you on a fevr
paltry tenpennies ! It's the gould I'll have, or I'll
spatter your brains. Arran don't stand shivering
and shaking there, like a Quaker in the ague, but
lug out your purse, you devil, immediately, or I'll
bate you as blue as a whetstone !'
His lordship most reluctantly yielded his well
filled purse, saying in tremulous accents: 'My
good fellow, there it is, don't ill use me—l've given
you all, pray let me depart, Surely you have taken
enough ; leave me my watch, and I'll forgive all
you have done."
, Who axed your forgiveness, you old varmint?
Would you trifle with my good nature? Don't
force me to do any thing I'd be sorry for—but,
without any snore bother, just give me the watch,
or by all that's holy—"
And he jerked the bludgeon from his right hand
to his left, spat in the horny palm of the former, and
re-grasped the formidable weapon, as though se
riously hont in bringing it into operation ; this action
was not unheeded by his victim—he drew forth the
golden time-piece, and with a heavy sigh handed it
to his spoiler, who, rolling the chain and seals round
it, found some wilder aperture in his apparel into
which he crammed it; and giving himself a shake to
ascertain that it had found, by its own gravity, a
place of safety, he said—' And now be off with
you, awl thank the blessed saints that you leave me
without a scratch on your skin, or the value of your
little finger hurt.'
It needed no persuasion to induce the bishop to
turn his back upon the despoiler of Isis worldly
goods, and having no weight to carry, he set off at
what equestrians term 'a hard canter;' scarcely,
however, had ho reached the middle of the precipi
tous road, whets he perceived Isis persecutor run
ning after him. He endeavored to redouble his
speed. Alas! what chance had he in a race with
one whose muscles were as strong and elastic as
highly-tempered steel I
'Stop, you nimble-footed thief of the world!'
roared the robber— , atop, I tell yen ; I've a parting
word with you yet.' The exhausted and defence
less churclunan, finding it impossible to continue his
flight, suddenly came to a stand. The fellow
approached, and his face, instead of hie former fe
rocity, was lit up wills a whimsical roguishness of
expression, as he said : 'And is it likely I'd let you
off with a better coat an your back than my own?
and will I be after losing the chance of that hat and
wig? Off with them this moment, and then you'll
be quit o' me.' The footpad quickly divested the
bishop of his single-breasted coat. laid violent hands
upon the clerical hat and full-bottomed wig,put them
on his own person, and then insisted on seeing his late
apparel used in their stead ; and with a loud laugh
ran oft; as though his last act had been the most
meritorious of his life.
• My dear W-!' exclaimed his
affectionate wife, after listening to the account of
the dangers to which her husband had been expos
ed, for heaven's sake take off that filthy jacket,
and. throw it out of the window. You can put my
warm cloak over your shoulders till we reach the
next stage, and then you will be able to purchase
some habit better suited to your station and calling.
That is more easily said than done, my love' he
replied; I have lost all the money I possessed;
not a single guinea is left me to pay our expenses
to-night. My watch, too, that I so dearly prized !
Miserable man that I am!'
Never mind your watch, or anything else just
now—only pull off that mass of filth, I implore
you; who knows what horrid contagion we may
all cath if you persist in wearing it
'Take it off, dear papa,' observed his daughter,
but don't throw it away ; it may lead to the de
tection of the wretch who robbed you.'
The obnoxious garment was removed; the
young lady was about to place it under the seat,
when she heard a jingling noise that attracted her
attention; and, on examination, found secreted in
various parts of the coat, not only the watch, pock
et book, purse, and silver, of which lice father had
been deprived, but a yellow canvass bag, such as is
used by farmers, containing about thirty guineas.
Measuring for a Supper.
A tall, raw honed, broad backed fellow, of no
very prepossessing appearance, stopped awhile ago
at one of the hotels in Boston, and asked for sup.
per. Schaffer, the famous dancing master, who is
one of the greatest wags in the country, being pre
sent, Boniface tapped him the wink to assume pro
tern. the duties of the landlord. Schaffer putting
on such an air of importance as became the master
of the house, told the stranger he could have sup
per, and desired to know what ho would choose.
'Sausages, replied the other.
Very well sir, said the temporary landlord, step-
ping up to him, I'll take your measure, if you
• My measure ! ejaculated the stranger and began
to draw back.
Yes sir, continued the wag, we always take the
measure of people before we proceed to get them, a
meal of victuals.
What! measure a man for a meal of victuals,
the same as you would for a coat or a pair of now
sons 1 By jingo ! that beats me, I toll ye. Then
surveying his stout frame with a rueful expression
of countenance, he concluded not to take supper,
but content himself with a couple of crackers, and
a glass of cider.
0, very well sir, said the lover of fun—and the
man having despatched the crackers, and sent the
cider after them, asked the landlord if he could
have a bed.
I'll see presently, said the counterfeit landlord,
and casting his eye busily over a slate that hung in
the bar, ho resumed—Yes sir, we can accommodate
you—we have one bed that has but eleven in it.
Eleven in it! said the follow, glaring with as•
Yes sir, replied the merciless wag.
What ! eleven in one bed, and more to be stowed
in it yet! By hokey! I should like to know how
they sleep in Bostown.
Well you will have an opportunity of trying it:
I Pere Thomas, light this gentleman to bed, in num
Stop, stop, mister! I say, landlord, I should
like to know first how we are to lie, so many in a
0, there's no difficulty at all sir--we pile them
up in layers, four lengthwise, and then four cross
wise, and then the same number lengthwise again,
and so on till wo get the bed full.
Is that the way you fix 'ens? then by the holy
spoons! (making toward the door) you don't catch
this child to stay in Dostown this night--I know!
Serxrrrso tile DIFFERVNCE.--A nice young
gentleman not a thousand miles from this, after a
long and assidious courtship, found himself, one
bright evening, the betrothed of a pretty gir:, the
very pink of modesty. Ono night ho was about
taking his departure, and after lingering about the
door for some time, in a fidget of anxiety, declared
and protested to Miss Mury, that he couldn't and
wouldn't leave until she had kissed him. Of course
Miss Mary blushed beautifully red, and protested in
return, that she could not and would not do that.—
She never had done such a thing, and never would
until she was married—so now he had it. The al
tercation and debate now became deep and exciting,
until the betrothed huffed outright, and declared
that if ho couldn't kiss her, ho wouldn't have her—
and was marching MT. She watched him to the
gate, and saw 'the fat was in the fire,' unless some
thing was done.
Come back then,' said she coaxingly, 'l'll split
the difference with you—you may squeeze my
We have proved an ALAIII by Ove witnes
ses,' mid a lawyer in a Criminal Court lately.—
' Yes, I am ready to admit,' said the opposing coun
sel, 'that you have proved A.LIE-13 r live of your
Buiwer, is about to visit the United States.
The Poet's Dog,
The manner in which Pope, the great English
poet, was preserved by the sagacity of his dog, is
This animal, who was called Marquis, could ne
ver agree with a favorite servant of his: he always
growled when near him, and would even show his
teeth whenever the servant approached: Although
the poet was extremely attached to this dog, which
was a spaniel of the largest species, yet on account
of his extreme neatness, Ise would never allow him us
be in Isis chamber at night. Nevertheless, in spite of
orders, the spaniel would frequently sneak, towards
evening, into the apartment of his master, and
would nol be driven from it without the greatest
One evening, having slipped very slyly in with
out being perceived, the animal placed himself urt•
der his master's bed, and remained there. Towards
morning the servant above referred to, entered the
chamber of Pope. At this moment, the dog sud
denly left his post and leaped on the villain, who
was armed with a pistol. The, poet startled from
his sleep, and throwing up the window to call for
assistance, he beheld three highwaymen, who had
been introduced by his servant into the garden of
his villa, for the purpose of robbing him. Discon
certed by this unforseen accident, the robbers hesi
tated a moment, and then took flight. The servant
thus betrayed by the watchful dog, was sentenced
to forfeit Isis life.
The came dog, shortly after this singular event,
exhibited another proof of his remarkable instinct.
Pope reposing one afternoon in a little wood about
twelve miles distant front his house, lost a watch of
great value. He did not discover his loss until ho
had reached home. Two or three hours had elap
sed, and a violent storm was just commencing.—
The poet called his dog, and making a sign, which
Marquis very well understood, ho said, have
lost my watch—go look for it." At these words
Marquis departed and repaired, no doubt, to every
spot at which his master stopped.
The poor animal was so long occupied in the
search, as to create great anxiety, for midnight had
arrived, and he had not returned. What was the
astonishment of Pope, when on rising in the morn
ing, he opened his chamber door, and there beheld
Iris faithful messenger, lying quietly, and holding
hi his mouth, the costly jewel, with which he had.
returned perfectly uninjured, and which was the
more highly valued by the poet, from its having
been presented to him by the Queen of England.
Safety in Thunder Storms.
People are often led to inquire what are the best
means of safety during a thunder storm. If out of
doors, we should avoid trees and elevated objects of
every kind, and if the flash is instantly followed by
the report, which indicates that the cloud is very
near, a recumbent position is considered safest.—s-
We should avoid rivers, ponds, and all streams of
water, because water is a conductor, and persona on
the water in a boat, would be most prominent ob
jects and therefore most likely to be struck by the
lightning. If we are within doors, the middle of a
large curl cud floor will be tolerably safe. We should
avoid the chimney ; for the iron about the grate, the
soot that often lines it, and the heated and clarified
air it contains, are tolerable conductors, and should,
on that account be avoided. It is never safe to sit
near an open window, because a draught of moist
air is a good conductor, hence we should close tha
windows on such occasions. In bed we are corn=
paratively safe, for the feathers and blanketa are bad
conductors, and we aro to a certain extent insured
in such a situation.
CCM ILTI NG.-Fur the benefit of those who do not
know much about upcountry fashion., we copy the
following description of how they do up the court
ing business' in the region of New London, New
Hampshire. We find it in a letter in the Nashua
A good looking young man meets a girl at a
Lyceum, apple-and-cider patty, or something of a
similar nature. He invites her to a sleighrido.
She blushes and agrees to go. Then the matter
rests until the father of the girl seeks out the prom
ising young buck, and accosts him with a question
something like the following: And is the ride
the last on't ?' The youngster seems gratified with
the flattering notice, and at once concludes the
bargain. This, you see, is a great saving of time,
and a decided improvement on the old method.
CUTS Exouu.—The Latest Yankee,Trick.—
The Lowell Courier tells a story of a Shoemaker in
Connecticut who bought a large quantity of shoe
pegs at a very cheap rate. They looked wall
enough ; but. when he came to use them he found
they were made of rotten wood, and entirely value
lees. What did the Yankee son of St. Crispin do,
on ascertaining that ho had been taken in, but
sharpened the other end of the pegs with a knife,
and sell them back to the mum of whom he had brat
purchased for oats !
AN UNFORTUNATE l'xze.nrat.--A person, at
an English Court of Requests, lately appeared
against the surcharge of a dog, on the ground of
its being a puppy under six months. How do
you know that!' asked the Commissioner. Oh!
I bred it myself and have got the mother, and we'll
excuse you for the puppy.'
cc .. ? There were eleven ex-Governors among the
Delegates to the recent Baltimore Convention.
STATE. STOCK4.-Permsylvaniti State s's wets
sold lately at 76i. State 6's at 80.