.13. y• 331nir. I= I, O•333 I MXCsA.t2. • „ s , • „ VIII. OUR CHILD II 0011 BY ONOROB D. PRENTICE 'Tis sail—yet sweet—to listen To the soft wind's gentle swat, And think we hear the music Our childhood knew so well t To gaze out on the even, And the boundless fields of air, And feel again our boyhood wish To main illte angels there ! -here are-many-dreams_oLgladnesa That cling around the pest ( -- And from the tomb of feeling Old thought atone thronging fast-- The -forms Ist loved so dearly,__ lit the happy days_now_gon4 The beautiful and lovely, '67.0 lair to look upon. Those bright and. lovely maidens- Mito scented so farmed for Hiss, Too glorious told too heavenly • Vor such a world as this ! .41 , pmed sitinmiing 111 II sett of Iritttd light, And whose locks of gold were streaming - O'er brows so sunny bright. Whose smiles 'were like the sunshine In thespringiime of the year— Like the changeful gleams of April " my_fulleived every_tearJ Like the Night buds of summer They have (Wien from the stem— Vet oh! it k_ft lovely death Tu fade from caith like them. And yet—the thi)iight is saddening To muse un such. 118 they— And let ;l that all the beautiful Are passim; fist away That the fair 'ones whom we love Crow to eirdi loving breast, Like the tendrils ofeach clinging vinci Then perish ovhere they rest. And eau we help but think of thesii In the soft and gentle spring, • . When the trees are...raving o'er us, And.the flowers are blossoming? For we know thst.winter's coming ! With its cold and stormy sky-L„ And the glorious beauty round us Is blooming but to die. BRIG HTER HOURS Though dark the present hour may seem, 'With sorrow, rare, and strife Though gladness may »ot shed her beam Upon •thy sky of life; Yet fear not, for amidst the gloom One hope is • ever Cid rs— That joy - inny yet our lot illurnei And bring us brighter hours ! Droop not, but nobly struggle stal, For others look to thee; And they would cense to strive with ill, If thou shouldst conquered he. In-darkest—mght soine_ster_appearsr , — • In 'Winter's hnnd some flowers; So shines for us, in adverse veers, The hope of brighter hours Willi tentless spirit still press Act thine allotted part? Life's high rewards were never won By faint end cower I heart ! Keep on thy course end falter not, Though the dread tempest lowers, But still however sad thy lot, Hope on for brighter hours! Cares may be roil - ft -- Thy trembling soul oppress,— Mourner ! look upward through thy tears Thy God islwar to bless! E'en if Hope's earthly ray grows dim, 'A bawr light is ours, Which leads us nn to trust in Him Who gives us brighter hours! .~' 11tL~15~~LL THE BOUND 808. Ile was a sorry looking sight, as he stood in the doorway of my glandmother's kitchen —the tears rolling oue after another down his white ehPeks, and the rags of his back fluttering in .the 'same breeze which came fresh and cool from the brook that flowed at . the end of the garden, laden with perfume of a 'thousand flowers. I was playing with a kitten when his shad ow darkened the doorway, and I looked up, and seeing the cloud which tested on Ins brow, I said : "Why "lorry Illulgrave, is it you? I thought you wore out in the field at work by this time.; what,..has_happened? -You look as,solumn as a graveyard " did you, Myra Greyson ? Well, perhaps 1 ought to bo there, bit 1 am not, and never shall be again, unless God deserts me in - my hour of need." ' • "Why, what do,you tnean, Harry? You look and talk very strangely this morning. Come:in.and sit down, and tell me all that has happened." "Yo, come in," added my grandmother, looking over the top'ot her glasses, and sus tieuding her work. Harry took off the old thine , li which serf -ett--bim-for a-hat,—the-littlelltitcherrT an ears ==M and 'seating himself on one of file ehairs'he said ;, • "Well, the whole amount - of it is this.— Last night when Mr. Gray, came home he found me reading the book you gave inc, and he became very angry, and whipped me until tny arms were black and blue, and, my whip ho used; he threw die book in the tire, and told we that if ever he caught the wasting my time over such nonsense as that again, he would-thrash me until I could riot stand. This morning he left homcomd will be gone two or three days, and lam on my way to the city. I have left him and shall never return unless he finds me and compels me to do so. I cannot live another year as I have lived the last three years I will not endure the degradation he heaps upon 'me. I have-tried-to-be faithful and uncemplain— ing; I have prayed to [leaven for strength to bear my trials; but I tell you, Myra Urey• ' son it- is not-human_natare_m_eutlute:w_b_at_L! have,- and make no effort to bo free trout such a master. You must not. tell me that it is my duty to return and suffer on—my mind is made up, and nothing can alter my determination. I will pto the city,_ and inewhere . in its crowded marts, find u heart willing to assist we, and I will - "work night and day until I reach a position fbr which rat arc hirs-fitted-ine. I ant-young anti-strong, and, am cabbie of overcoming any difficul ties, but never will I be the slave of any Man. 1 felt in my heart that he was riot, and . I pate um. as Mr sat there tharbright — sum7 - 1 mer morning, his pale, intellectual face flush ed with wounded pride and insulted digni ty, and I said : "I will not say a word to deter you from your resolutions; go, and may Heaven bless and prosper you; if ever you need a friend, if ever you need assistance, remember that ylliaireyson is ready and willing to serve • you." . v - "Thank you, my heart feels lighter now, your kind words have eneouritgeAl me; 1 can now go on my way feeling that nil is __ll e Atoso_frorn his _seat; and started ter the door. . "Stay, wait one moment," I said, as I hurried from the room and sought my own chamber; opening my trunk I took from it my pocket bible,-and-pinned to the fiy-leaf five dollar bill; with it in my,hand I return ed to the kitchen; grandmother hail put in to a small basket some cakes and cheese arid other edibles for the wanderer to eat' on his journey, and handing him my gift, I said : "Here, Harry, is my parting gift, may it be your guide and counsellor," and with tears in'tny eyes I watched his manly figure until it disappeared behind the curve in the road leading to the city. Barry Mulgravo, was an orphan. 111 r. Gray, our next neighbor, a cold, harsh, worldly man, had taken him from the asy lum when he was fourteen years old.; for three years he bad faithfully serveditis was ter, but during that time he had received uo word of encouragement, no kindly looks, no friendly treatment; Mr. Gray had no con science, I had almost said no humanity,, dud cited his bound boy as if be were his slave, denying him every enjoyment and pleasure, and compelling to do the work of an able bodied man. Harry was naturally of an ,4 inquiring dis position, fund of study and ambitious. AI, ter his day's work was done ho would steal away for a few moments and seek my grand mother,"sicitchen_tuitLto_that-dear-old-lady, so benevolent and kind, he would tell the story of' his trials and sufferings i and he found ready sympathy and words of encouragement wheneveri ho came. Whet] I first came to grandmother's, for 1 was only spending the summer there, liar. ry rather shunned me, but we soon became acquainted,•and 1 totinf hint intelli g ent and agreeable. I. lent hint books I had brought o ith rue, and soon learned to like him bet ter than any boy . 1 had ever met. I was on ly sixteen then, and he was only one year older; I for; , ot that he was a poor bound boy-I theu!att, only of—the-glorious intellect which he possessed, which only needed prop er development, to make him a great and gift ed man, I forgot there was a wide difference be tween the daughter of a wealthy Merchant and a farmer's chore boy, and I loved him with all the intensity of my 'impulsive na tare. The Summer.drew to a close, the Autumn with her trailing robes of rich and varied hues, with stately tread .passod over the - fields and valleys, the hills and dales, and turned the green of Summer into the brill iant rainbow colors of October. I bade a dieu to toy grandmother, and left for my city home where the pleasures and gayeties of so ciety awaited we , Five years went by, five years of 'gayety anti pleasure, but during those years I often thought of the bound boy and mondered why he never made himself known tome,why ho kept his success, if he had succeeed, a se cret from me. Could it be possible that suc euss had so blinded and infatuated him that he had forgotten the friends of his earlier years ? No, no, I could net beloive and I waited, and hoped some day to see him, see --him- in - tion-of-h on or-tt n merit: - One day a friend handed in exquisite poetry from the pen of a popular contributar—to the literary journals of the day. The name under which • the author wrote was Harrison Gray and the•f:iced who presented the volume said: "I will bring the author to see you. tbis evening, be says he is an old friend of • yours." And when the evening came, I found that Liarrison Grey and Harry Blulgrave' were one and the same person. Yes, the bound boy bad succeeded. Step by step be had climbed the ladder, until ho stood on the top in ost — ro d,umlaut, triumphant. .A. lEletrxtliy ZVervcrarPetrYor .'isTtzriuLtrval: I.x:L MY - FittiNKIIN COLINIV-iTN-NnU4l 11 had entered a magazine office as errand boy, and after the duties orday, were fulfill ed, he had applied_himseltelosely_toLhis-stu -dies. Every night he had spent hours in hard encasing study, and his employer soon discovered his worth, and raised him from ono position to another until he oaeupied-the cc t one choir-of the-magazine--4he - olhee of - which he had once entered as errand boy. And while the laurels were yet bright and fresh in the wreath which crowned his brow, he came to me and laid them at my feet, and asked me to share the honor he was reaping. And, gentle readers, When Spring shall come with her flowers and mist, her smiles and tears, shall become the bound boy's wife, the poet's bride. A DUTCHMAN'S COIVIPLAINT, I dinks much about de war und do draft, und de rebils - ..6iid all about dese dings. I -dings__ab male na_mre_as_alunitany_dings_else_ Soniedimes I sets wit myself all day on de front stoop and schinokes and drinks haid eider, mid does nodiug els% only drink; den my vile she gifs me ter tyfel for drinkin so Jituch,_und_says_Lvos petter_go—und—see-af- 1 ter Jacob, our hired man, nod not boder my "head molt more as I. can -- tnierstand7 -- liurt tells her vat shall vomens know apout war ? better she goes end minds her own piznes - a. 1 droubles myself - I - bore spout Abraham as spout Jacop. Yen i gits tired mit drinkin on my own, stoop, 1 goes down to flans Butterfoos'.tav erican-11-1-drints--da-re--,-u-n tells bTn and ion, nod seine oder Vonhishi i we .makes him out togedder. De . odder day begins de anat. Dat bodders me again.— Some gods in for- de draft, mostly dem as is too 'olt, and von't be took demsell; some goes agin de craft, mostly,detu as don't von't to li de rebils÷-und-sonie-doultr-k-now-viel vey to goes, but ony 'goes round't and moat, and gits boddered like dam so as I do, But, nolo!. xnind, Ldinks I must End dis ding out, und down I goes to Bans Butter- Nos and hears de rollers blo. I don't make nuttin mit dot de • all tdos Soule odder va and I don't dick day hat' him rite in dere own minks. So 1 begins mid asks a rinet ehun ; cud 1 ses POlensthoek : "Vot you* links von . de draft, that it is right'?" And ses : "No ► I (links it ish not, right:" I' thief, believes him, cause he sheat: Ame , once Mit a plind mare he sells on Inc. So 1 dries again mid speincs mit Fritz Hook ensphlieer. "Fritz," I ses, icvJt-do you clinks von de draft, if if's right or not ?' And Fritz he ses dat he ``Oinks it is shunt so as it ought to he." But I don't beleves hint neder, 'cause be rund againA me for de peace of shustiee, nod dey make him de peace—dat is de shus tiee. Und he ish no more Boot for shquire as my old cat. So I gifs up askin somebody and makes him out myself'. dinks in din sthyle, de 'reason dey go wit de draft, is be cos dey want sojers Ef dey don't get no sojers, den dey can't bring on de war. Et del don't bring on de -,war, den dey don't tick de rebels El' dey don't lick do rebils, den de Tebils licks dent. El de,rebtis licks dem, dot we all goes to ter tyre!, Dat's pooty straight. So much. ' Now I must dink of some more; vot is de next ding? I dink dat's all rite; but now I sthops, someding else comes doe. Let me (11.y — bumfred dellars,--dat's de ding—dey all blos about de dry hundred dollars. I dunks so myself. Dry hundred dollars don't tick de relyils no more as thy hundreds cents.—Mot's de gout wit dollars? Pater a gout, shmart sojer, like my Shorgc; he licks de rebils more as six hundred dol lars, yes. Now I knows more as Bill l'uf feristoek und Fritz Ifookensphlieer, both to gedder. We want.de sojers, not do money. Dat's where de borldcr is We putty soon wakes money miff; but paper sojers is ony gout mit wooden guns, when do draft conies, und von lien ses here is dry hundred dol lars, I sthays Whin& und don't tight de reb ifs, den el I vas do draft I would takes dat man by his preeehes und I ses, go to der ty fel Writ your dollars, und oome along mit Inc like some odder man as has got no dollars and don't like sojerin su bad as not you do, den putty soon I Bits so much sojers as I vantS, dat,s my idears. I tells my oh wo man of dey drafts me I-,goes myself. To be sure, I don't dink dey vill 'seam I am more as fifty years t but nefer mindt. I should go•rt long while like my Shorgo, any dare's ding= I don't .Itl dr two dings . .on't like, an , lo ono is de mar shin and do udder is do fitin. I sooner mar ches down to Hans Butterfoos und fights dero Ef Shoff Davis comes dens on mo I gifirs him dam, you potter had beleve; but of I goes to Richmond, may bo Shoff Davis he gifs me dam. So anyhow, I sthays home. Do od der dDy, my Shorge he comes back mit a fur low. He is so much a corporal as ever he vas, and I shpeaks mit him about dose dings, und I gifts you Dow what he sees : "Shorge, I ask him, "you've bin mit ide rebels und mit Old Abe, • und dose toilers, the_ge vot you clinks about de, beeples blos about?" Und he sees' to me : "0, tundcr !" Veil, dues his ,opinuns. . Alnybo he-shall know somedin - us to. Ile' es for a-- ' and calla • six foots high heeills mo "eap," and he kisses do gals, und be tails Jaeop "dam fool." I dinky he gets some high oflis before de war is gone. GOMM KLOBBERYOSS. . the heart_of_tvoman, should par take is— ly of the nature of gratitude, she should love beoause she is already loved by one deserving her regard; and if you_ noVer allow youiself to think of gentlemen in the light of lovers or husbands until you.are ask ed to do so, you would escape much sulfa-c -hi& Have d tear for thd tridtehed—cl teriheglad ; For thei - worthy applinato- - =-an — eit - it nr tlaihatt ; Sorrel help for the needy—some pity for those.- .Who stray from the path when: true happinettailows,l Have a laugh for the child in her_play'at th —foot • I Have respect for the aged; and pleasantly greet The stranger that Becketh for chi {ter from thee-- Have a covering to spare, if naked hephouid be. Have o hope in thy sorrow--a calve in thy joy; Have a work that ia worthy t3y life to employ ; And, oh I. above all ihings on this side of the sod, Have pence with thy conscience, and peace with tby God. A Singular Prophecy. We find the iollowing-t nutof a most singular prophecy iu a late issud of the Mo bile. Tribune "Michael Nostradatuus• was a physician of Provence, France, known as au 'astrologer, in the time dotha_riste_ste_no_dici—lie_ composed 'Seven Centuries of Ptophecies' is enigmatical rhymes, sonielii - elifire ad mitted to have teen most exactly fulfilled.— Among others, his prophecy (one hundred ywirs before its occurrence) of the execution of Charles 1, of England ; and still more sur risin • of the exact date_oLtlin 14Pneii—Ite public in 1792. He died A: V 1566. (Cy clop, of Biography.) The following is a 'translation from the Courrier des letats Otis of the 29th ult: "AlthOugh many of the predictions made by Nostradamus (especially those concerning the deaths of Henry IV and Louis XVI. of - Fran ce}-bra a-be tr-con pleteirverifred - Ft are generally discredited in our times. .But iu the Prophetic ct Vat iciiett How A or that great man, vol (edition of Itit/9,) we - find the fol lowing, which would seem to deserve - 'atten tion : • "About that time (1.861) a great quarrel and contest will arise in a country beyond the seas (America.) Many poor devils will be hung, and many poor wretches killed by a punishment other than a cord. The war will not cease for fora years, at which none should be astonished or surprised, for there will he no want of hatred and obstinacy in it. •At the end of that time; prostrate and almost ruined, the people will embrace each other in joy and love." Grace Greenwood i i her late keture in drew the following picture the future "Back on these troublous times will OUT children look in reverence and. awe, The sons of our brave soldiers will date their pa. tents of nobility on grander battle-fields than Agincourt or Bannockburn. Such patent,, of nubility as no royal herald's office has sym bols sulliciently glorious for. Many a coat of arms in those days will have one sleeve hanging empty. We may picture to ourselves a groug of -noble young lds, son* tee - years hence, thus proudly accounting for there or' Leititige—an orphanage which the country should ace to it, shelf Clot be desolate. Says oile—",/14 father fell in beating Eielc the invader at Oettysburg." Says another —"My father fell on Lookout Mountain, fighting above the clouds." Says a" third "My father. suffered martyrdom in Libhy Prison." Says another —" My • father went down in the Cumberland"-'-yet another— "3ly father was reeked into the' long sleep below the wave, in the iron' cradle of the Monitor:" And there wit! be hapless lads who will listen in mournful envy—saying in their secret hearts, "Alas, we have. no part nor lot in such gloryink4 —Oar lathers were rebels !"—anti here and there a youth, yet more unfortunate. who will steal away frotu his eouiradeS" and murmur in bitterness of soul—"Ah, Uod help me!—.4 father was a copperhead A eodot, of Daniel Webster. ' The osto Glass) Courier relates the Mr. Webster marrie woman lir lov ed, and the twenty years which he lived with her brought him to the meridian.of great ness. Am anecdote is current on this sub• juct; which is - not recorded in the books.— Mr. Webster Was becoming intimate with Miss Grace Fletcher, when the skein of silk getting into a knot, Mr. Webster assisted in unravelling the snarl—then locking up to Miss Grape, ho said, "We have untied a knot, don't you think wo could tie One ?" Grate was a little - embarrassed, said not a wort, but in the 'course ofa few minutes she 'l4a knot in .aqiecept tape and handed it )ce of tape _the Was found, after -prcserveT'---- A very talkative little girl used often to annoy her mother by makinc , b remarks about the visitors that came to' thehouse. ' On one occasion, a gentleman was expected whose nose hut been• accidentally flattened nearly to his face. The trocher cautioned her child particularly to say nothing about this fea Lure. Imagine her consternation when the little.one exclaimed :—"Ma, you told me not, to say anything about Mr. Smith's )Vlty, he hasn't got 'any." A tEunder storm is God's broom to swv....p the e 1 luilairs of Ike air. FRIDAY MORNIN ,4 WEIAT TO HAVE. [For the Record A_Coppert,:.ad's Epitaph Heie lies a defunct Coppeibend, Who always lied and lies again, The devil mourns that he is delid Ile Ilv'd a hero in his way; A Falstaff trimly, yet how brave ! Posterity will curse the clay, eat madFils soul Re Hard on. Copperheads. j A iiit„ of_olo_l.lostan-Part'seritti ory ,irides the heat] di' '' thgii- . NO with dead." One arthet, Jiititt.. It. evot - d --- t - Olortittre - rhunting-, uncl amongst e ther ilustratious,_gives thc-case-of-M ew ins. — He was Outline a youu4 lady of some attractions, and 'nnealing Of n fortune into the bargain. After a liberui arralageuica had been made for the.omyll. her father, Mr. 11ewins having taken a fancy to a little brown mare, demanded that it should be thrown into the bargain; and, upon a po sitive refusal, the watch was broken ofT.— After a couple of years, the parties acciden tally met at a country balt-Mr. Mowin was quite willing to renew the erigagethent—the lady_appeured not to have the slightest re collection of him. "Surely you have not furgotton me," sail "What name, air ?" she in ---- "2tre — w - TifT9, 'The replied "I had theliOner of paying nay addresses to you, about two years ago." "I remember ti person of that name," she _rejoin ett,- , A , ho- pai 416—attain,: ther's brown snare." liivign. ion's slave ! TEN PRIENDs,—"I wish I'd good friends to help me. on in life I" cried lazy Dennis, with a yawn. "Good friends?, why, you've ten!" replied his roasters. "I'rn sure I've not halt' so many, arid those f . thuti_hav_e_nrettro_poor-to-belp . - "Count your fingers, my boy," Hai(' bis master. Dennis looked down •on lii big ; strong Lands. "Count thumbs and 0.," added the Inns "Lhavo—there-are-tert z "-E.141 tin: )ail "Then, never say that you have not ten good friends, able to help you on in life,— Try what those true friends van do before you go grumbling and fretting, because you do . not get help from others.", OUR i3EST pit 'mom—Don't keep a scd ta ry—parlori—into—which---you—go—lntroveb a month, with your parson, special guests or sewing society. Make your living room the house. Let the place be such that when your boy,has gone to distant lands, or even wheu, perhaps, he clings to a single_ plank in the waters, of the wide ocean, the thought of' tho old homestead shall come to hint in his desolation, bringing always light, hope and • love. have no dungeon about your house—no room you never open—no blinds that are always shut. How prone are we to judge from partial knowledge, and to be deceived by appear ances. In this world things are oft-time.-: very different from what they seem to he. Men frequently wear the mask of cheerful ness when a worm of eare.or grief is gnaw ing at thc heart. Evil assumes the garb of angles and saints. Wasting disease' often decks herself in the roseate hues of health. Sin allures with the promise — of life and pleasures and profit, concealing the sting with which it infuses the death•bearing pois- on into the soul. In a speech the other day, Fernando Wood had the assurance to say, "We of New York sent fourteen regiments into Pennsylvania when she was invaded !" To which a Fenn. sylvania member_rcjoitzed,-sotto Noce,—"-Yes i you did, Fernando—the muskets that yon tient to Georgia when the war broke out came back to Pennsylvania,at Gettysburg. Four. teen regiments A' your friend:4; and more brought - them James Buchanan will never appreciate the merits of "A:yer's Pills." In Dr. yer'a Almanac for the present year, In the column of "niscelancous events," the following "scrap of history" is found : "Traitor Buch anan was born April 21sr, _1791.." Some one, the other day, asked Gen. But ler why ho employed a certain person, said to be disloyal and of general bad character, to penetrate the rebel lines. "Ift i on wanted information from hell," replied General But ler, "would you send a saint t t ti,va. or charity to fetch it?" 1 see, when I have but a short journey to travel, lum quickly ai.. home. If my life be but'my walk, and !leaven my home why should I- desire a long journey I would not be weary with a long , walk; but yet the slioff ter my journey, the sooner my rest.— (l %r- A school boy being asked by his teacher how.he should flog. him, replied, "If you please, sir, .1 should like to'have it upon the Italian systew of penmanship—the hoax• strokes upward and the down ones light!" A sensible woman has heen-found at Chic in a street car: Handing four fares to the conductor, she answered his puzzled look •by quietly remarking, with a glance at her voluminous. crinoline, "1 nceupy four, scats, sir." Mt' .I a a( mail can be t(o wickci ; while, perhaps, the greatest wonder to a wicked wan a.piutts wan can be mu.goo(l. A,doetor and a clown know more than a doetoiialune.''' . . . , . . A wise man doth at. first 14hat a Not mast do at last. . A sluggard ,takes : - ..n hundret4..,,.stn, eause he would not take one in Ant) time l . A voici-eareOully the fitat, ill nit inischicf, fur that will brae& an bandied ~rnon6., A wise man Ever sets - WS - lean upon w at 20 canaut have. A. Good One. I=l 4' 4 ' Ye6al• =NM , if ir,,./ . i:,i_ii„ - :,0.]. &. AEI OA tell ilk" 1101:4 •-•"" juot liken pig wi th his kg• in a rope. `•••- _ • Tim 'entire ttspeyi of ra recent bankrupt wale nice e'hiNiren. • '>E e-efaitottl tinted nutgnanimously, "and left him keen them. ' tit liite-ttc:see-a-lutly-with - ver ate feet. Ladies should wit stand upon tri fles. . , A PIIIIITE'3 or is the most y () difficult punc tion Pitting' u stop to 2l _ WOluati'3 tougtu. • /Ihe bellmarl of Watertinfri, arkaaaaoliig a temperanee meeting, said it. wonliltif ad= iircitssed by six. women, •`tvlto hail-never spo• ken before." •"Six feet in his itorts!" exeltiitned Mrs. Partington- "Whit will the importance of this world come to I Wonder? Why they might es well tell me twit he had iix , heatis riTrinit ." ( 1 1. 1 ;abba , ,,:e,' sap the Edinburg lleriew, 'con tsains wore niut.tio llAtaining Initritifent than illy other vegetiiblo."lliii probably accuunti inr the fact of their being s initny athletic fellows tuning the tailor,. Nniet t arty a initn Le Fail to have put his • ) _WIN) hcAuta-fittav-ti_b_ia—rstealt. Pundit thinks women tou'k to laving to show the other .ex-how wvil they coal bear squeezing. Some one remarked 0r ver t tat mi sOn -was curia - pia of MA infinit(its tnal meanntbs that it would have as Mich •play in a soap-huhbli as an oyster in the Bay of Fundy." An ilhbred fellow, who 1a(1' smbleely Hi en to wealth, 1,.)y nonle profitable government co a t !wets with his hat on •"We must Corgive the man," whispered a wag; he has so shots, ;1 time been user to the luxury of a hat, than he doesn't, know whca to talie in off. An enragpl parent; had jerked. his prova.- king son across his knee, arid Ivan operating en tlte•exposed portion of the persun with a vehemence, when - the young one (lug into the paternal ,leg with his venuniuus lit• Ile. teeth. "Blazes! What are ynn biting 'no for ?" "Well, who begin 01;st:re war ?" "Call that a fine wan," said au actor, speaking of an abscut aoquaiutatice, "a man who is away from his family and uevcrsewis them a farthing ! Cull that kindness Y" "Yes," r7phed Jerrold, "unrcinitting'kitid- On very rainy (lay, a man entering the Bowe \vim accosted by his wife in the fol- lowing manner: "Now my dear, while you arc wet, go and ,fetch me a bucket it water." He obeyed, brought die water, anti throw it all over her. at the same time: Your tuy dear,_while you arc wet, go and Bff=lliE A pretty - Irish girl wont to the poet offi ce, a few evenings &nee, with a letter that had no chi eeliou on it, refinesting the clerk to send it, to her sweetheart. 'What is his name ?" inrittire&the clerk. "Ah!" rcrlied Bridget, "that's ja.:t, what I don't want any on" to Loow." A half-fainislietl follow In t lie 'ciouthern States toils of a baker (whose It)VO3 had been growint; "small by degrres and beautifully loss,") who, ;vile!' going, his rounds to serve his cw,toinors, stopped at the door of oue and knocked, when clic lady within exclaimed— "Who'.% there .?" and WaR answered—"the baker." "What you want?"' 'To leave your bread." "Well, you uhedn't make auch fuss abolll, it--pits it th&ugh 014 koy.hole !" An old physician was declaiming in our hearing, the other (lay, upomthe propensityt .which a majority of people display for eating . unripe fruit and vegrobk,,;. Said ha `'There is not a vegetable growing in nor gaidens that is nut best when arrived at ma- ° and most of them arc positively in jurious uuli:ss fully ripe' if know one thing that aint eo good when it's ripe his %is green,' interrupted a little boy, in a very confidential, but modeF,,t manner. 'NV hat's that ?' sharply said the physician, vexed at having his principle disputed by a 'A cucumber,' the hul. l'hc,deetni winked at us with both eyca, t said notliiit. ~ • , HOW 'SAM WAS CALIOII2.-.-Arf old lady who 'wai; making sonic jam was called upon by a neighbor, "Sam yffu ra9eal,7 she said, -"yo u'll -he -cating,.. toy - jum wheo aiv,ay." Sam Jrntpst ( ' 1 • firs-t i -lr! . •e: o r hi s eyes rolled hungrily aroundlowaras* the—liubblin c ., ,, crimson. "See hem said the old holy, Lakin :.: up a piekclif ( thillks "I'II chalk your lips, and then• o myx Cenci; know if you've die — passed her forefinger over , thc of her darkey, holding , the,c4lli 7 in the palm of her hand, and nut letting, t' touch Lien,-- When she 'canto , beek",ilterithil 'not aced" to ask .any riuostions.Jorliatui'a'ilips were chalk. eft a (palter ofai inch thick. ~• Why,js.,a pm' talk,law_ cerving-knife ? lleeause le. is (toe rished .aser. 4 hairs : „.' Frenchman Make nest t us the Diateldmae r agel3he Oat time, he saw a monkey. fora 11'141.117ml
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