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WHEN I SAW SWEET NELLY HOME.
BY MARY EBANCN KYLE.
AlR—"Rosa Lee."
In the sky the bright stars glittered,
On the grass the moonlight fell,
Hushed the sound of daylight's bustle,
Closed the "pink•eyed pimpernel',"
AS down the moss•grown woud.path—
Where the cattle love to roam—
Front aunt Pattie's quilting party
I was seeing Nell}• home.
Jetty ringlets softly fluttered
O'er, a brow as white as snow,
And her cheek I—the crimson sunset
Scarcely his a warmer glow ;
'Mid her parted lips' vermillion,
White teeth flashed lilt,, ocean them ;
All I marked, with pulses throbbing,
While I eaw sweet Nelly home.
When the Autumn tinged the greenwood,
Turning all its leaves to gold,
In the lawn by alders shaded
my love to Nelly told
As we stood together gazing
On the star.bespnagled dome,
How I blessed the August evening
When I saw sweet Nelly home.
Whit,. hairs mingle with my tresses,
Furrows Steal upon my brow,
But a love-smile cheers and blesses
Life's declining moments now ;
Matron in the snowy 'kerchief,
Closer to my 'OO9OM come—
Tell me, dolt thou still remember
When'lsaw sweet Nelly home ?
*eltrt Cale.
GETTING IN AT NIGHT.
'The door was locked when I got home,'
said Tom, 'and how to get in without ma
king up 'the governor,' was the difficulty,
I know he'd give me 'particular fits,' if he
knew was out after ten, and the clock had
just struck one. The back yard was an
impossibility, and but ons chance remain
ed. There was a porch over the front
door, the roof of which was but a few feet
below two windows. One of them I knew
was fastened down, and the other opened
from a bedroom, which might or might not
be occupied An• old maiden sister of
Tiin's wife had arrived on the same day,
and it was very probable that she was in
that room ; but I knew the bed was in the
corner farthest from the window, and hop•
ed 1 should be able to get in without awn•
keuing her, and then Iliad a comparative
ly easy thing of it. So getting a plank
from a neighboring board pile, I rested it
against the cave of the shed, pulled off
" I BEE NO STAR ABOVE THE- HORIZON, PROMISING LIGHT TO GUIDE US A BUT THE INTELLICIENT, PATRIOTIC, UNIT
my shoes, put them in my pocket, and
then ‘cooned up.' All right so far, but I
thought it necessary, in order not to arouse
any suspicions in the morning, to remove
the plank; so dragging it up, I threw off
the end, and down it went with an awful
clatter on. stray dog that had followed me
for two or three squares, who immediately
set up the most awful howl a whipped
hound ever gave tongue to. That started
half-a-dozen other dogs in the neighbor
hood barking. A mocking bird in the
window above commenced singing as if he
intended to split his throat at it, and an old
woman, in her night clothes, with a can
dle in her hand, appeared at the window
across the street. I knew I was safe as
far as she was concerned, but if any one
came to our windows, the candle gave en
ough light to very probably discover me.
Nobody did come, however, and the old
lady, after peering up and down the street
for a minute or more, popped her head it,
and retired. The mocking-bird kept up
ita eternal whistle, and it was fully half an
hour before it and the dogs settled down
and gave me a chance to move. Creeping
slowly along the wall, till I reached the
window, I put my hands on the sill, sprung
in, and, with my head and shoulders with
in, end my legs hanging out, stopped to
listen. Yes, she was in that room, for I
could hear her breathing. After waiting
for a minute, I cautiously drew up one
leg, then the other, slowed them round,
and putting them down to the floor, was
just conscious that I had stepped on some
thing soft and yielding, and was about
withdrawing them, when another yell I
broke out at my feet, the old maid Imnped
up from her bed crying 'Murder, murder,'
and the dogs and the mockingbird started i
again. I saw through it all : I had 'put
my foot in it' mom ways than one. A lit
tle darkey was lying on her back, under
the window, and I had stepped on her
face, and, of cours:?, woke her up. I de•
cided in a flash what to do. 'f lue house
would he aroused, and, I caught, to a cer
tainty, unless I could get to my ream be
fore the governor Was u a MCI hadn't
it moment to lose, for the little nigger was
yelling, and the woma g, so I
started for the door, ma s, and
struck a chair, tumbled ourse,
made the awfullest racket ver heard
of, in the 'dead hour of night,' in s peace
able house ; the nigger: and the old maid
screamed louder than ever; the mocking.
bird whistled like a steam-engine, and the
dogs fairly -made a chorus as loud as Juni
; en's..
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I reached the door, however, swiftly and
quietly opened it, and just got out in time
to see the old gentleman open his door,
with a candle in his hand, and come hue•
rying up the stairs. Not a moment was
to be lost. There was a wardrobe near
where I stood, and I sprang behind it.—
Up cains the governor, reached the door,
opened it, went in, and in the meantime
there was all sorts of confusion ond inqui
ry down stairs ns to what was the matter.
Nobody else came up, though, and from
where I stood I heard every word of inqui
ry and explanation in the room. Of course
they couldn't make much out of it. The
little darkey was too frightened and too
sound asleep at the time to understand the
truth, and the upshot of the business was,
that they concluded she had been dream
ing, and the governor, after giving her a
sound spanking, and explaining the matter
to the aroused neighbors, from the win
dow, went down to his room again.
So far, so good. I now had to go down
stairs, reach the back door, unbar it, get
into the yard, snake for my room, which
was in the second story of a back building
that stood unconnected with, and about a
dozen yards front the main one. After
giving everybody another half hour to set
tie down again, I started. Boys, did you
ever try to go up or down a pair of stairs,
at midnight, without making a noise ?
You may try all sorts of ways, but every
step is sure to creak, each with a peculiar
noise of its own, and loud enough you are
certain, to awaken everybody. I had got
ten nearly to the bottom, when a little fists
dog came trotting along the entry towards
me, yelling furiously. /1 suppressed
'Come here, sir, you Zip,' silenced him,
for he recognized me; but the fists started
the mocking bird, and the dogs in the
neighborhood having learned to take the
cue, of course, all joined chorus for the
third time. . .
I ran along the passage, reached the
door, unlocked it, just an the governor,
roused the second time, opening ais door
and seeing a man escaping frotn the house
by the back way, of course cried 'Thieves!
thieves I and made a rush after me. I
was too quick for him though, opened the
door, sprang out, broke for the door which
opened into the room below inine„ and had
HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, 1855.
just reached it, when crash! within a foot
of my head went a brick, and another
voice that I knew belonged to next door,
neighbor Tompkins, joined the governor
in the cry of 'Thieves ! thieves ! murder !
thieves !' I was safe, though. Rushing
up the stairs, I shelled myself quicker
than I ever slid before or since, and was
in bed and sound asleep in less than half a
minute. Wasn't there a row, though ? I
never heard so many dogs before, the
mockingbird, of course, outdoing all pre
vious efforts; the chickens even began to
crow. Tompkins, next door, was halloo.
ing 'Thieves and calling the governor.
I could hear screams and all sorts of talk
ing and noises among the neighbors, until
at length the old gentleman's voice was
heard in the yard calling 'Tom ! Tom!'
Tom was sound asleep—snoring!'
'Tom r cried the old man in a voice that
would have roused a man front an epilepl
tic fit.
I judged it prudent to wake then, and
jumping from my bed, raised the window,
and rubbing one eye, and looking particu
larly frightened, (which I was,) asked :
!Why, father what in the world's the
matter ?'
!There's thieves in the house !' was the
reply ; !get your gun and come down, and
be quick!'
'He's in the room below you, Tom !'
hallooed Tompkins, 'l'm certain of It. I
saw him ns he ran down, and threw a fire-
brick at him. I know lie didn't pass that
door, Mr. Jones.'
was directed to 'look out for myself;
the governor stood sentinel at the door be.
low, armed with a club, while Tompkins
had five minutes to collect aid from the
neighbors, and ill less than half that, so
thoroughly was eyery house alarmed, there
were a dozen or mere men in the yard,
armed with guns, pistols and stick;.
'The governor led the attack. Open
ing the door, he called, 'Come out here,
you house•breakicg scoundrel! If you
attempt to run or resist, blow your
brains out! Nobody came, however.
AE C Notch the door,' was the order, 4 whtle
We in;' and I was told to look sharp,'
and shoot the rascal if he came up stairs '
momentary search Was sufficient to sat
isfy everybody that the thief eves not in the
room.
'He's up stairs, then,' cried Tompkins,
'for I'll take my Bible oath he didn't pass
that door.'
'So up stairs they trooped, but I had lit
a candle by that. time, and there was no
bugbear there. The strictest search, even
in looking under a bootjack, didn't show
the faintest trace of him. The yard was
next examined, then the house, and every
body being tolerably well satisfied that he
had escaped, the neighbors dispersed to
their several homes, but I was appointed
as a sentinel for the rest of the night, and
ordered not to go to sleep on my post un
der penalty of a flogging.
'The articles missing, on a thorough, in
vestigation next day, were two pies, and
the old lady's silver thimble. The thim
ble turned up in a week or two, being dis
covered under the corner of the carpet,
but the pies have never been accounted
for to this day. On oath, I could have
given very material testimony ns to the dis
position of the stolen property, but as the
case didn't come before any court, I re
mained quiet.
'Didn't the local editors loom, though !
One of them elongated himself through a
quarter of a column, and headed the item,
'A Diabolical and Atrocious attempt at
Burglary and Murder !! describing, with
graphic particulars, the fiendish attempt
to throttle Miss-, and her servant,
complimented the 'coolness and resolution
of R. Tompkins, Esq.,' and perorated with
a withering anathema on the want of vigi
lance displayed by the police.
•lt was fun fur me to see with what wide.
awake sagacity the watch used to stop at
the front door and listen during their night.
ly rounds, for a month after; and you
couldn't have bribed a youngster to go un
der the porch, on any account, after dark
The excitement died away though, after a
while ; but I'll never forget the night I
tried to get in 'without making a noise.'
Ocro. JACKSON'S VIEWS of PUAYEU.—
While he was connected with the army,
an officer complained to him that some soh.
discs were making a great noise in a tent.
'What are they doing ?' asked the Gene
ral. 'They are praying now, but have
been singing, was the reply. 'And is
that a crime 1' asked Jackson. with em
phasis. , The articles of war, the officer
said, 'order punishment - for any unusual
noise.' 'God forbid !' replied Jackson,
with much feeling, 'that praying should
bu an unusual noise in any camp,' and ad
vised the officer to join ►hem.
Piscrilaneous.
From the N. Y. Tribune.
WHY DIDN'T THEY HOLD ME.
A THRILLING SICHTCIL
The stage horn was ringing in my car
its warning that, like tints and tide, it
waited for no man, or woman either, but
as I hurried ou through a dim passage, I
had a glimpse through a half open door at
a scene that has impressed itself on my
memory indelibly.
'Why didn't they hold me,' were the
words uttered in such anguish that they
thrilled in my ear when the stage had
borne me far away from that great city
and its sins and sorrows, and I determin
ed to fling them as an alarm on the winds,
until the statesmen and people, mother and
teacher, should set about forging bands to
•hold those that follow in the footsteps of
that dreadful sufferer.
A half dozen fine looking men surroun
ded his bed, the thrifty growth of hair on
their faces, and the glittering of jewelry
about their persons, indicated as plainly as
their haggard features, and scary eyes, the
order to which they belonged. They
were of that mysterious order of knight.
hood, who seem to have found the alche
mist's coveted power, or at least to enjoy
its coveted results. They live in first:
class hotels, wear first class clothes, gold
abounds with them, and yet they hold la
bor, practically at least, in supreme con
tempt. I knew the object of their care
was one of their number; who, the night
before, in a fit of delirium ,tremens, hod
throws 'dwelt" from the window of the
upper story of the hotel.
Ile slid not toss from side to side us men
do usually when a burning fever rages on
them, for head. spine, limbs, had all been
rendered useless by that full ; but his whole
frame quivered with agony, and from un
derneath the twitted, streaming masses of
hair that fell over his face; already wan
and wasted with suflering, his eyes glared
out fiercely as a mraluded
'Why didn't they hold the !' he mutter
ed ; and with his groans he mingled re
proaches that horrid curses upon the care
less watchers that had leit him make that
terrible leap.
Why didn't they hold him ? Why, they
did nut realize the fearfulness of the ter
rors that encompassed him ; they have nev
er had delirium tremens—not yet.
The fiend that brandished that naked
sword over his defenceless bead was in
visible to their eyes. They did not hear
the hites of the serpents that coiled and
writhed their slimy folds about his shrink
ing form ! Oh, no ! they did not see them,
and it was such rare sport, to see that
swaggering blustering bully cower, and
crouch before his imaginary tormentors!
So they mocked, and jeered, and incited
him on to combat with his phantom foes,
until the window caught his eye as s hope
for escape, and so, with a yell and a bound,
he made that desperate leap, and the next
moment there was taken up from amid the
mire and blood and shivered glass in the
street, a Aliening and mangled wreck of
humanity.
Whetiter that reckless and restless spir
it has gone up to its awful account of mis
spent time, or has to beat out its weary life
against the prison bars of a crippled frame,
I know not. God be merciful, and heal,
if he lingers, both soul and body. Why
didn't they hold him? Not those careless,
heartless watchers of the other night; the
demon of drink was in him then too strong
fur mortal control, but long, long ago, when
he was a blithe, bright boy, as l remember
him ; then his mother might have held him
in the bonds of good habits, and trained
hits as she did those fragrant vines about
her door, an 4 thus virtue might hove ren
dered another home as fair as did those
clustering branches her own sweet cot-
tage.
I remember that household well. The
father was a man of high standing, filling
a responsible and respectable (Ace. The
mother gay and indulgent, and affection
ate, surrounded by a band of rosy girls
and frolicking boys. Fashion entered the
holy circle first, with its baneful habits of
idleness and extravagance. With it came
the custom of drinking, because of fog or
frost, because they were merry or because
they were sad. The wind was sown there;
long years they have been reaping the
whirlwind.
A taste fur drinlcmg rendered usetul oc
cupation distasteful ; gaming afforded at
once excitement and a promise of a living
without labor. The boys drifted off into
vagrancy, the father was degraded from
his station, and died in disg,race and pen
ury. The girls dropped like cankered
flowers, end God, in pity. mot;
YNIG PARTY OF THE UNITED STATES."-[WEBSTER.
The homestead has passed—Thsk,tran
ger's hands, and now the poor old mdths,
sits alone in a comfortless cabin, beside
the same stream which rolled by the home
of her early happiness, and doubtless. as
it wanders by, it Wien whispers of the
time when she might have held them all
back, by her counsel and example, from
their ruin.
WHAT VEGETABLES ARE BEST FOR
STOCK.
Dewey is a careful farmer. He
wiM.A carefully the effect of his own
methods of cultivation, and the value of his
crops, and tries to improve every year by
his own experience. Ile cannot fail to be
emulous of improvement, for he is a con•
&tent and interested reader of the Grani'.e
Farmer, and other agricultural papers.—
A few observations of Mr. D , on the busi
ness of the farm, showed so much exact
am' valuable knowledge, that we have not
been satisfied without longer and more mi.
nute inquiries on various matters, of which
the following is one :
Speaking of raising vegetables for stock,
Mr. newey took us into his cellar, where
was heaped up nearly 200 bushels of beets
the large kind for stock, called the Munget
Wurtzel, and not far off an ample store of
turnips, carrots, potatoes. 41c. The beet
yields bountifully, and after five years' ex
perience, Mr. D. is satisfied that the Man
gel Wurtzel is by fa! the best vegetable to
raise for stock. To satisfy our curiosity,
he allowed us to measure the ground
where the beets were grown this year and
ascertain the quantity produced. The
piece of ground is about eight rods lung by
five in width, containing ahnost one quar
ter of an acre. The rows run across and
were about two and half feet apart. Every
other row was carrots nearly all the way,
there being 30 rows of beets and 24 rows
of carrots in all. Every four rows of beets
tilled a 25 bushel cart, giving in all seven
loads, good 170 bushels to the quarter acre
(or 700 bushels port acre.) Besides, the
at rows of carrots gave 1,760 lbs., or about
22 bushels to the same quarter acre, (or
123 bushels or three and a half tons ofcar•
rots to the same nOre.)
Mr. D. has ?planted the same piece of
land with beets and alternate rows of tur
nips or carrots for six years, and with con
stantly increasing success. The land is a
clayey loam. Sand is added where it is
too heavy. It is plowed as deep as can
be conveniently done, say from eight to
ten inches, and barnyard manure put on
and plowed in yearly, equal in quantity to
the crop taken off. Mr. D. raises Iris own
seed and sows with a machine. He pro
cures different varieties of seed each year,
so as to select choice roots for the raising
of seed fur the following year to improve
it.
As to feeding with roots, Mr. I)., says
they are exceedingly valuable to keep all
kinds of stock thriving, healthy and pro
ductive. Ile feeds them to all his stock in
winter, and till they go out to grass, once
or twice a week, as the store will holdout,
giving about a peck at a time to a cow or
an ox. He never cuts them except for
sheep, and then it is easily done with a
sharp shovel in a box for the purpose. Mr.
D. has tried and still uses turnips and car
rots, and says he would as soon have in his
stock five bushels of beets as four bushels
of carrots. 'rhe beets do much better for
sheep than turnips: . The lambs are stron
ger and more hardy. But the beets are
are especially valuable for cows giving
milk. They increase the quantity and
excellence of the flavor more than any
other vegetable. Turnips always give a
bad flavor.
So much for the Afisngel MirLe'. It
may suggest to those who have not turned
their attention particularly to the subject,
what is one of the secrets of raisingchoice
stock, and also the great profit of cultiva
ting well and manuring highly a small
piece of land —Granite Pursuer.
AUNT HETTY'S ADVICE -0, girls ! set
your affections on cats, poodles, parrots or
lap•dogs, but iet matrimony alone. It's
the hardest way on earth of getting a liv
ing—you never know when your work is
done up. Think of carrying eight or nine
children through the measles, chicken pox,
mumps, thrush, and scarlet fever, some o'
them twice over; it makes my sides ache
to think Wit. 0, you may scrimp and
save, and twist and turn, nod dig and
delve, economize and die, and your hus
band will marry again, take all you
have saved, and dress his second wife with
and she'll use your portrait for a fire-boned
and—but what's the use of talking ? I
%entrant every one of you'll try it the first
chance you get—there's a sort of bewitch
ment about it, somehow !
prr. Solitude teacher. tie how to die
AN AMOROUS BALLOONIST.
A late French journal relates the follow
nta story, which, it will be seen, is French
all over besides being immensely funny:
While•Mou, Godard was filling an im
mense balloon in A e Champ rle Afars be
amused the spectators hy sending up the
small figure of a man, the perfect sem
blance of Mr. Thiers, without the specta
cles, the little man being filled with gas,
rose majestically into the air, and was
soon lost to view among the clouds. His
adventures, which became known the
next day, were curious. Thanks to a
strong and favoring gale, which impelled
him on his course, the little balloon-man
arrived the same afternoon in sight of a
fine country house in the neighborhood of
Bievro. It was near the hour of dinner,
I and the lady of the mnnsion, who naturally
thought herself perfectly safe, was occu•
in the mysteries of her toilet. It was a
warm day, and she had opened one of the
windows which looked out upon the park,
and was safe from any prying eyes. While
tranquilly engaged, by the assistance of a
corset-lacing, in reducing her waist to a
size and shape that would reflect credit on
her husband's taste, she was suddenly
started by a blast of wind, followed by a
strange noise, and immediately the case.
inent was thrown open, and our little bal.
loon-man entered her chamber unannoun
ced. The lady utters a cry of terror, and
throfas a shawl over her shoulders. The
little man, driven by the wind, throws him.
self upon the unhappy woman, who,
screaming louder than ever, pushes him
off; and he conceals himself under the
bed.
hist as the wife in a supplicating voice,
says to this novel Don hum : "Ah ! Mon
sieur, go away, or you will rain me !"
the husband furiously rushed in crying :
"Ah ! the wretch, I have him now!" and
he goes in search of his sword to run him
through the body.
The wife, more dead than alive, reiter
ates, in the midst of sobs : "Fly ! fly ! Mon
silent', and save me the sight of a dreadful
tragedy."
The husband arrives; armed to the teeth,
followed by the whole household, who
seek to mollify his anger.
While two of his friends hold the bus.
band, ti third, stooping down perceives our
little friend, who, for good cause, utters
not a word, and catching him by the leg,
draws him forth from his concealment,
when lo ! Monsieur Balloon no longer held
down by the bedside, raises himself erect,
swells out, and rises majestically to the
ceiling, to the immense amusement of the
spectators, while the poor jealous husband
slinks away, sword and all, heartily asha
med of his causeless wrath.
.41
DON'T SIT UP TO HER.
A Green Mountain boy fell in love
with a pretty girl and determined "to court
her." To that end he dressed himself in
his "Sunday-go•to.meeting ;" went to her
father's house and found her alone.
"Row d'ye do ?" said Jonathan,
4 .1,'m nicely," says the girl.
Jonathan t ooh a seat and seated himself
in the furthest corner of the ro nn, as
though beauty was a thing to be feared ra
ther than loved.
"flint you cold—hadn't you better sit
up to the fire," says Sally, supposing of
course that he would, if he was going to
make love at all, to do it in a proper man
ner.
"No, I thankee, I reckon I'm comforts.
ble," returns Jonathan.
"How is your marm said Sally.
"Well, she's complainin' a little, says
Jonathan. Here a pause of ten minutes
ensued, during which time he amused him
self whittling a stick.
"There's nothing new up your way, is
there ?" said Sally, which Jonathan might
understand as applying to his present sit
uation, or to his father's domicil.
"Here ! ob—yes, you meant him ; well,
no, that is, yes ; our spotted cow's broke
her horn," said Jonathan.
Sally would undoubtedly have laughed
at this queer piece of information, only
she was too much vexed at the speaker.—
At length, after much protracted silence,
Sally got up a very small edition of a
;cream, and in a loud voice exclaimed,
"Let tnc alone."
"Why," says Jonathan, droppik his
knife and stick in astonishment, "why I
aint touching on ye."
"Well," says Sally in a voice which
might be indicative of fear, but sounded
very like u request. aint you go
in' to ?"
Jonathan thought a moment of this
equivocal reply, and then placing his
knife in his pocket, lw drew his chair by
the side of pretty Sally, gently encircled
her w•ni't. end—
VOL. 20. NO. 24.
Our 6trip . (askd.
OW The lady who put her floor•cloth
in the cradle, and scrubbed the floor with
the baby, has since joined the Mormons.
W 'I say, Pat, is'nt one man as good
as another ?'
'Of coarse he is, and a great deal bet.
ther.'
KT The folio /ring is from an Ohio pa•
per :
'Notice is Mere By Given that nopursen
is pur Mitted to take Ens Nuts of Ene
kind out of Mi Woods My hogs Must live
look Oute.'
sir The natives of Australia are a
simple race. Their superstitions..rd Cu.
rious. They believe that alter death they
return as white men. One of them, hang
ed at Melbourne, said, "Never mind, I
jump up white fellow, with plenty of six
pence."
A KNOTTY PROBLEM.—The Chinese
are said to have labored for centuries un
der great embarrassment, from not know
ing how to make a barrel. They could
without any difficulty, make the staves, set
them up, and hoop them in ; and, indeed,
with the help of a man inside, they could
put: the second head on; but how to get
the man out after the barrel was headed—
that was the question.
~A pedagogue relates a laughable sto
ry '•f one of his scholars, a ACM of the Emer
ald Isle. He told him to spell , hostility.'
r.s.e, horse—commenced Pat.
'Not snid the teacher, 'but
hos.tility.'
'Sure,' replied Pat, 'and didn't ye tell
me the other day not to say hoes ? Be ja
bees, it's one thing wid you one day, ash
another the nixt.'
Iter•A man with nn enormously large
mouth called on a dentist to get a tooth
drawn—after the dentist had prepared his
instruments and was about to commence
operations, the man of mouth began to
strain and stretch his mouth till he got it
to a most frightful extent. "Say sir," said
the dentist, "don't trouble yourself to
stretch your mouth any wider, for I in
tend to stand on the outside of it to draw
your tooth."
latrA good story is told of an old gen
tleman, named Raddleburn, who resides in
the western part of this State, and who be
coming apprehensive that he had not a sin
gle relation in the world, published an ad
vertisement, desiring that all who could
claim kindred with the Raddleburn family
should come forward, as there was a for
tune of $150,000 to be divided among them
and in no less titan twenty-four hours he
wits visited by no less than six aunts, nine
teen uncles, and twenty-one nephews,
ninety-four nieces, and one hundred and
seventy-five cousins.
;Ir.• little boy of six years when un
dressing for bed one night, with his night
dress on the back of his neck, was heard
musing alo:Id as follows :
I can beat Tom Tucker; I can write
my name in writing; I can spell Nebuch
adnezzar ; and I can tie a double bow-
knot."
Another little fellow, of four, wading
in a mud puddle, after a shower, came
across an angel•worm, and thus delivered
himself in audible reverie ;
"Worms are the snakes' babies ; little
micro are the rats' babies ; and the stars
arc the moon's tables I"
El , hanging Wives.
A late number of the Eastern Clarion
published at Paulding, Miss., gives an ac
count of a swap negotiated in that vicini
ty by two of its subscribers, and vouches
for the truth of its story. The chattels
which changed owners were nothing less
than the wiles of the parties, who were on
the eve of emigrating, as they eventually
did, the one to Alabama and the other to
Texas. The Clarion refrains from giving
the real names of the faithless Benedicts,
and calls them ' , Obadiah" and 'Dick,"
and records the circumstances of the trans
action—how they went into the Woods
sat down upon a log. and entered upon the
business, how they Caine near spoiling the
trade because Obe's wife was a "younger
critter by half a dozen years ;" and how
after much chaffering, the difference was
finally equalized by the generous propo.
sal of Dick to give in the way of boot, "a
cow and calf, two goats, an old gun and an
ox bell." The respective ehildren of the
two mothers remained with their respec
tive fathers, and their strangely acquired
mothers followed them to the States of
their adoption.