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SUCH A LITTLE ONE. A squad of regular Infantry In the Commune’s closing day, Had captured a crowd of rebels ’ By the wall of Pere-la-Chaise. There were desperate men. wild women, And dark-eyed Amazon girls, And one little boy, with a peach-down cheek And yellow clustering curls. The captain seized the little waif, ^ And said: “What dost thou here?” “Sapristi, citizen captain!” I'm a Communist, my dear!” \"y well. Then you die with the rest!” “\ ery well. Thats my affair. But first let me take to my mother, V\ ho lives by the wine-shop there, My father's watch. You see it, A gay old thing, is it not? It would please the old lady to have it— Then I’ll come back and be shot.” ‘‘That is the last we shall see of him,” The grizzled captain grinned, As the little man skimmed down the hill, Like a swallow down t he wind. For the joy of killing had lost its zest In t he glut of those awful days. And Death writhed, gorged likea greedy snake From the Arch to Pere-la-Chaise. Put before the last platoon had fired, The child's shrill voice was heard— "Houp-la! the old girl made such a row I feared I should break my word!” Against the bullet pitted wall He took his place among the rest; A bu.ton was lost from his ragged blouse. Which showed his soft, white breast. “Now blazeaway, my children. With your little one—two—three!” The Chassepots tore the stout young heart, And saved society. SQUIRE BRAG’S LOBSTER EX PERIENCE. BY H. P. LELAND. ‘Wa!. r said f quire Brag, as be fi Ided bis arms and looked with contracted eyebrow at an ob ject on the table before him, -I wonder what in the name of blue tLunder they II get up in that dod-derced Yorkcixt? Its the most pisonest lookin’ critter I ever set eyi s on, and sort o’ looks as if it mont be made of old copper ket lea. Jc-ru-fa-Iem crickets 1 how it slashes its arms about. May-be he wouldn’t tip a fellow with them teeth, al sot in at ween its lingers; it’d pinch right stret through a pair o’cowhide bu tt a. I guess it’s meant to be eat. Now, who on this green ait<h but Bill Flr.g would ever sent such a critter as that up here to the country? He mont have got some hollowboat or 3almon, or some Christian vitlels; but them city fellows, they cat ell kinc" s o trash, and ’ppiso we're as kerless as they are. Wei, it’s human natnr—’ The squire’s soliloquy was cut short by the entrance of Mrs. Brag, the equire's wife. •What d ye think o’lhat, Nane> ?’ asked the f quire, pointing at the contents of the basket. Lawful saket! well, I do declare. Why mer cy on us, what on airth is it? And what is it for? And where did it cooie from—?’ And here Mrs. Brag elevated in spirits, and catching at something comical in the foreign air and m. n- Duis of the ‘hopping, sprawling cr.ttir, laughed with might and main. 'That's a lob-stir, Nancy; a York lob-stir. Bill Flagg sent it on the hull way by express, and this letter 'long with it. Want to read it? He says he knew we must like lob-stirs, aud so fur- ruded tfcis hefty feller, with hi3 lore for <Jyn- tby. Wal, he’s smait i.s a steel trap, doin’good luziniss; mighty likely feller; guess he'll make a good husband for the gal; but wl at on this round aiith did he send us that lob-etir foi ?’ ‘Why, man alive, he sent it to eat, of course. Eat I declare, squire, I dun kuowany more than can be, bow if s to be cooked.’ ■Put it down in the cellar, N*ocy. I’ll go over to the tavern and ask Ira Clapp; be knov. s all about eatin’ and cookin'vittles, if bedon't know nothin'<lse. ‘ And tquire Brag went over. He found the village 'soyer' in the bar-room. Squire B:ag couldn't ask a plain,straight-forward ques tion, or give a like aLsaer. He prtErred an eel-like progress;rejoicing more in worming aD answer on*, after two hoars' work, than getting it in one minnte by a fair question. In reply to the squire s question, Ira Clapp gladly entered at lull length into the natural history cf the enimal, but was suddenly stopped by the tquite, who being, ‘as it were,* Grand Duke of Biagville, decidedly hated to hear any voice lifted up oracularly except squire Brag's, and therefore cut Ira Clapp down like grass be fore a scythe, with; ‘I gatss we know all bout that, Ira; what we dun* know is 'bout the cockin' on lobstirs. I‘m obleeged all the same, but that’s all I want to learn. ‘ Ira Clspp,smothering bis ire at the little-great man of the village, determined to instruct him in the ait of cooking a lobster in such a way that he should never hear the end of it. People cook lcbsteis all soits of ways—some pickle 'em, some roast 'em. some stew 'em,some brile 'em— briled lobsters, with a leettle dish of curry powder onto their tails, and a slice dem on on the ncse, with a grain o'mnlgitawney slightly epiinkled— ‘ ■Wal, now, Ira, we all know that yon're a great man on vittles; so don't go into particn- la. s; but as I am a plain, stret-forward, old-fash- i< ned man, jes' tell ns a plain, strct-foiward way to cook it. ‘ *'s it a hen-lobster ?' asked Ira. ‘Haow,* said the squire, ulwilling to believe his own <ars. •Why, a hen lobster! Yon said yon knew all ab-mt 'em a while ago.' Sarlain,' replied the tqnire, ‘I'd ought to know. Wal, it iB a hen lolster. ‘ ■Then, if it is a hen lolster, and as yon know they're cf a greenish color, the best way would be to bile it; bile it till it is soft and yon can ran a fork inter it like a biled tater; then, as yon like plain, stret-forward cockin', poor melted butter over it, and eat it with piokles.' •Nancy!'shouts the squire, returning to his house, '.he critter is to be biled.* of an old rrsh-boltomed chair, and inhaled the south bre<ze blowing in at the door, against which the chair v as [ Ian ted. ‘Wal, ‘fore long, I guess, ‘ answered his wife. 'Hadn't yon betttr go Sj® it them taters ain't mrst big ennf to bile, and if they be, dig a mess for dinner?' The squire didn't know, but after a few min ute's reflection, hitching at his suspenders with a thumb cf eaob hand, and rolling over a chew of sweet, yet bitter cavendisb, he departed with hoe on one shoulder and hickory basket in band, for the ‘sass garden,' where he philosoph ically dng the poiatoes and returned to the kitchen, where he instantly desired more incl ination. ‘Is thut pesky thing biled yet ?' ‘Wal, now, squire, ‘ answered bis better half, who, between the lobster, the squire and the heat of the fire, was going distracted, I never in all my born days see sich a tough old crit ter. I guess you'd better go down to the poal- i Ifice an‘see if there aint letters thr re from Sam or Cyntha. And by the time yoo‘11 git back the lobster'll be biled and we'll have dinner.' Down to the post iffioethe rquire went,stayed there some time, and enlightened several hear ers on the tariff question. The s quire conclud ed that Lis dinntr was 'nigh over' and ‘ke< n s> t for the lolster,retained home immediately, ‘Biled yet ?' ‘I declare to gracious, squire, I'm clear out of all patience. Here the critter has been bilin' and bilin' for these three hours, an' is jest us tough aB the first minnit Budget put it on to bile. ‘ The rquire approached the kettle, looked in— Keep oo, mother, he's im at done. Don't you set he's tnri.iDg all sorts o' culors ? It's always dark est fust befoie the break e day. Have a leeilc more patience, and keep him on the fire a mitt longer. Try him with a fork.' Squire Brag waited another half hour, and then declared tl at he couldn’t go any longei without dinner. D.wu he sat, and Bridge- brought on the lobster. The squire sharpened the carvir g knife on the steel, and was proceed ing to cuik fi'tle ‘wingsand side bone' in tLemost approved chicken-carver sty le, when he met with a resistance; tie tquire persisted; neither party would yield. Exasperated at beiDg unable to cut through ‘the wing,' he raised the knife like a cleaver and brought it down with full force across the lobster, when the knife-blade snap ped tff close to the handle, and the blade fell on the door, first describing an arch over Mrs Brag's heid. •Lawful sakis, ; quire BrPg, what air yew do- 1 ing ?' •Breakin' a bran-new carvin‘-knife, cost three and sixpune. Con-sumetLis York lob-stir,what shall we do with i ?‘ 'Bridge !' called Mrs. Brag, ‘take it ont and bile it till it.'s sift' Wt'l have it for supper.' Share, mtrn.I bel&ve it'll be afihir biling the pt t to puces afore I ca» make tie likes of this hard old soger any bi* softer.' But boiled it was; boiled till its claws cams away and tail dropped out; boiled till its feelers fill iffund its eyes fell in; boiled till ‘tizz’.e-iZ- z!e,’ and the big drops fal iag on tne fire told that Bridget's prophicy had come true, and that the pot sLoaid boil to pieces ere the lobster would become soft. The remains of that lobster, piled on a plate, ware txposed at the snpper table to the view o! squire Brag, of Bragville, who, finding that his teeth could make no impression on the 'bilea critter,’even when he had tumbled to pieces, cried out in the bitterness of Lis heart: •Eternally smash e cu trash as York lob-stirs! If the people to York are a bit like what they cat, they‘re a mignty hard crowd, anc squirt Brag says so. We ain't rich in the -«nntr.T.. ««. mew, nm we aim got down to eatin' biled reck, yet awhile, and I pray we never may. "FORTY YEARS AGO.” Drifting Sands from the Mountains and Foot-hills of Northeast Georgia. A Brilliant Romance Based Uf on Facts. By G. J. N. WILSON. CHAPTER VI.—Continued. “Well ! If that don’t beat all!” exclaimed Joe, as Julius folded the paper and put it in his pocket. “I tell you what,” continued he in a rage, “that chap must answer to the blow of my horn for writ ing that let:er. I'll follow him through the inner door of his big palace, and slap his jaws uni il he will not know himself from a moon-eyed kitten; and if that fails to knock l he lie and slander off his tongue, why then I’ll wash it off with his own blood, and no mistake.” “No, no, Joe,” said Joe. “Let the miserable creature pass, at least for the present; for although this is too much for human nature to bear in silence, I have, after studying the whole matter over again and again, come to the conclusion that it is the wis er plan to say nothing anil let him alone.” “But it is too much, and—” “Remember, Joe, that you promised to say noth ing about this matter,” said Julius, without waiting for the mad fellow to finish speaking. “That’s so ! excuse me—I did not think. But he must carry this matter no further.’ “Now I agree with you. If he repeats these base slanders, or anything like them, I will have satis faction for this insult, or die in the effort to main tain my honor. Indeed, if what he has already done should become known to the public, I will do so anyhow •” “That’s right, my noble fellow ! I'm teeth and toe with you ! By George Washington and Napo- le. n Bonaparte > you are too noble to receive an in sult without resentment.” ,‘As the matter now stands, I would care but lit tle about it, if I knew that Coralie did not believe him. She surely knows how I obtained the books-” “Yes; and that alone will give the villain the lie for you. What on earth do you suppose made him write such a monstrous falsehood ?” “I do not certainly know; but I think I have studied out the reason.” “what in the world is it ?” “Before I answer your question, allow me to say that what I have already told you is only a part of the secret that you have promised to keep. In oth er words, it is only inti odueing you to another secret which you are likewise bound to keep. This Horace Morone found it out before I did; and this is the reason why he has made such a malicious assault up on my character. I love Coralie, Joe, even more than you do Nelly, and to my sorrow have found it out. Horace must have seen something during the day we were all here, that told him so, and his dark heart seeks revenge.” I told you so on that verv day. I told you that Nancy, npon hearing this, told the Irish girl ( 0 j,j Qupe, or whatever his name is, had shot an ar- who was cook, waiter, chambermaid, butler, * * ’ ’’’ scallion, seamstress or lady's maid, as occasion required, to put on the big iron pot and bile the lobster. * It was a warm day, and the squire, who had pot through baying and hadn't much to do, wan dered round the faim and through the old farm house kitchen in his shirtsleeves, finding sha dy places, where there was a good strong draught tfair, and di zing away the dby with great satis faction uLtil the lobster was put on to boil, when the r quire looked into the kitchen to see how it got oo. As long as the water was cog', if was will enough, but os soon as it began to gtow hot, the lobster made preparations to dig out The Irish girl never thought to pat the cover on the pot, but btood guard with a pair of tongs, knocking the ten-fingered blaguard, with his eyes in the end of his thumbs' back as Lsi as he got a claw over the side. •Hi w long is it gwine to take to bile it?' ask ed the t quite, as he tilted back on the hind legs row through your heart, and you did not know it.” “Yes; I now remtmber you did; but I had for gotten it.” “How came you to find out your love for the White Angel?” “By daily association with her in the school room. I soon learned that her presence and my happiness were inseparable. A chasm, wide as the heavens from the earth, separates her from me, and I can never pass it—I shall never make an effort to do so. But while mv heart dies, my mind shall live ! I tell you, Joe that I have made my mark high, and I intend to reach it, or fall by the wayside that leads “here we are in s pretty fix. Both of of us over -head and ears in love, and in as poor a way of help ing ourselves as a hungry kitten in a pail of frozen milk- I wish I could help you, Julius; but I can not elp myself!” “There is no help for me, Joe. With a feeling of anguish that I cannot describe, 1 gave the treasure up almost as snon as I found it—even before I knew that Coralie was, by the consent of her father, al ready another’s. For her sake I would not harm Horace Morone. If she loves him, and of course she does, I endure the anguish of h:s vile slander, rather than give her pain. For this reason I am willing to let him pass. She shall never know of my undying love, nor that her lo-s to me leaves a dark sh dow qji my pathway, iq/on which no one else can ever cast a ray of light.” “T. 11 me, Julius, how she conducts herself toward you 1” “ As though I was her brother. Her maimers are frank, friendly and unspeakably charming. She has a smile for every one, and every one a love for that smile. But here she is not by herself—eith* r she or Nelly can readily bring others, under their control by the glance of an eye, or the appeal of a smile. Being possessed of S' >nie niystei ious chai m w-h ch can be felt, but not expressed, they at once command, not only the love and respect, hut the entire confidence of their companions. Their ex ample and moral force are worth more :o me in the school room, than a full knowledge of all the rules laid down by the masters on school government.’ 1 “Then you make Nelly equal to the White An gel 1” “1 certainly do to a great extent. In many re spects, 1 do not see how any one could be superior to Nelly Montgomery the very impersonation of beauty and purity. But for some reason which I feel, but do not understand, Coralie has my entire heart. In all other respects Nelly is to me her equal.” “Has she ever said anything to you about the simi.ariiy of your features!” “To say that we are alike, flatters me too highly; yet tiiis resemblance seems to be so plain that even the smallest pup Is in school have observed it, and sometimes tell us of it. On one occasion Coraiie asked me what. [ thought of being so much like her cousin. I told her that f such were the c:.se, I felt proud of the compliment which it certainly implied. Then turning to Nelly, I asked her if she thought we favored each other. With a blush from which the l-.-se might borrow a charm she replied: “Brother Willie told me a long time ago that we were just alike.” After some hesitation she added: “It seems as though you ought to he my brother.” “That,” I replied, -‘would he a greater honor than I am worthy to receive. I know and feel, Nell}-, the difference between us in ljj'e; hut I can not help it. I would rise to the height you occupy if I could. I intend—” I was about to tell her of my purposes in life; but the appearance of Mr. Montgomery on one of his regular visits, put an end to i he conversation so in tensely interes.ing to me. No suitable opportunity to renew it has, since that time, presented itself. So taking all things into console.I have more on iny hands than I am able to manage.” “Can I in any way assist you?” asked Joe. “You can,” replied Julius, “at least in one par ticular. I very much desire to return this letter to Coralie without let! ing her know that 1 have ally- knowledge of it, whatever. She is, no doubt, dis tressed about its loss. Can you so return it, Joe?” “As I have never read it myself, I think I can.” “When?” “To-night.” “Thank you, my friend. Here is the letter.” Joe took the paper, and returning home that eve ning, he wrote in his fair round hand, the following note: “At Home, May 13th, 1851. Miss Coralie Summerville:—Excuse me for presum ing to address you. Idosofortiie purpose of re turning a letter which, I suppose, you lost on the road. Assuring you that I have not read a word of its contents, except your namt and address on the outside, I take the liberty to enclose it, thinking that ;t might be of some service to k'ttu Your hi fT?/friend, jjvdAKfEK When Joe had read the note .X-rot ... s y-ies. —i>d thatIliB-V Ijei, |- e v«ftla“y n -> be- ’,- • «• washed to conceal, He carefully encoded ltauil-Cor- alie’s letter in an envelope, and sent ft by a negro boy to John Montgomery, who immediately give it to I iis niece. On the following Monday morning Julius met his pupils in school as usual. Neither the loss of the letter, its restoration, nor its bitter contents in re.- gard to himself, had made any change in Coralie’s sunny smile. Her head sat as grandly upon her well rounded shoulders, her jet black eyes sparkled as brilliantly, and her musical voice sounded as merrily as before Horace Morone dipped his pen in the poison-fountain of slander. If, indeed, any change had been effected, it was, perhaps, to make her more friendly than usual. At noon, noticing Nelly’s unwonted absence, he ventured to enquire w ere she was. “Gone at ter a wreath of flowers we left at the spring this morning,” answered Coralie. “It is unnecessary for me to ask you if you love flowers ?” said Julius. “Yes; I always love to look at them, and some times I love to read the language written upon their opening leavts. Cousin Nelly and I think there is a cha.m about flowers, and we intend to make an experiment.” “What on ?” “Excuse us—it is on—yourself. There is a sad ness on your brow to-day that w e never saw before; and when Neily returns, we wish a garland of flow ers to take its place !” “You and Nelly will please excuse my dullness to-day. I studied till a late hour last night—read ing the wonderful story of the deliverance of the Children of Israel from ilie land of Egypt.” “The closing scenes of that story are too sublime to make you sad—they gained the Promised Land. But here is cousin Nelly with the flowers ! Please allow us to place ibis wreath around your brow!” said Coralie, advancing with a beautiful garland which she had just taken from Nelly’s hand. “I do not,’’said Julius,“consider myself worlhyof sUch an honor. My brow is not the throne where such a crown should sit.” Without regarding his words, the two fair pu pils placed the flowers upon his brow, aud with a gay laugh proclaimed themselves triumphant; for the look of sadness was gone—the victim of history as w ritten by Moses, or rather by Horace Morone, was all smiles and blushes, while the girls disap peared through the door, rejoicing over their vic- tory, as well they might; for the teacher felt him self sold by his pupils; but at a price he was, at any time willing to pay without discount. With th s act of pleasantry on the part of Nelly and Coralie, Julius, to a great extent, forgot the slander cast upon his character by Morone, such conduct arguing, especially on the part of Coralie, that she was by no means afraid of ‘disgracing her self by keeping his company.’ Soon after the little episode relating to the flow ers took place, Coralie returned alone. “And so Nelly is absent again,” said Julius, arous ing from the brown study into which he had uncon sciously fallen. “Yes,” replied Coralie, “1 left her busily engaged in helping the little girls to arrange their play- houtes.” I came after my bonnet, which in my great hurry, I forgot to take with me.” “I only wished to say in Nelly’s presence that I think you both excellent physicians, and that I thank you for the services rendered. Your treat- heard her so much as mention Nelly’s name. Have you ever heard her speak of me ?” “I think not.” A long silence followed. Each one seemed to be in deep thought. Suddenly an expression of pain passed over Coralie’s features, and leaning her head a little forward, she placed her hands over her face. “Are you unwell ?” asked Julius, in a tone of ten derness. “Oh no!” she replied, raising her head to its usu al proud position. “Oh no! I was only thinking how much cousin Nelly and I were alarmed this morning. ” “Indeed ! What alarmed you ? “A great drove of hogs ran at ns; but luckily the fence was near by, and by climbing over it we got out of their reach- I know that uncle will send some one to protect us hereafter; but we will be afraid to return tli s evening.” “I am sorry that you and Nelly were alarmed, anil it is very pa.nful to hear that you were in dan ger; hut please dismiss your fears, as I can readily secure jour protect on from all harm In the fu ture.” “How will you protect us without putting your self to an unreasonable amount of trouble ?” “Raino will be your protector; and my lifefor it, he will do the work in ihe most faithful and effect ual manner- By your and Nelly’s permission he and I will accompany you home this evening, and to- i.orrow I will learn him to go anil chine with you every time you travel the road. Thus guarded, fear no danger. At this season of the year these wild hogs sometimes collect in great numbers in the extensive woodland regions of the surroundin_ country, and I have known Raino to encounter them frequently. For h.m to conquer them is mere child’s play, and he regards it as a frolic. Ilis im mense strength, his more than half-reasoning pow ers, and his great courage, make him more than a match for anything that he is likely to encounter. He, and myself too, are at your service.” “Your generous offer is gratefully accepted; and I am sure that cousin Nelly and I cun never sufli- eiently thank you for it. •Could you know the pleasure I feel while serving you, I am equally sure you and Nelly would find that no thanks will ever become due.” Here Nelly and other pupils came into t he house, and after some general conversation the duties of the evening were resumed. Raino and his master accompanied Coralie and Nelly home that evening; but nothing unusual occurred. On the following morning while Mr. Montgomery and his family were at breakfast, a negro boy, with eyes almost. tarting from their sockets, came runn ing into the house, and told Mr Montgomery that a great black bear was standing at the front gate, anil that all the pigs, calves, and everything else had runoff into the woods ! Hany Summeiville im- rnedi tely seizi d a gun, and sallied forth to give the monster battle, when lo ! he discovered the dog, Ranio, looking at him throngh the gate, and wagging his tail, as if to say, ‘Are the girls read}- ?’ Harry at once opened the gate, and the faithful creature accompanied him to the house. Some bread and meat were offered him, but he refused to eat; for his master had taught him to take nothing from the haniis of strangers. However when presented by Nelly or Coralie, who had been wilh him more or liss almostevery day since the opening of school, lie eat without hesitation. Breakfast being over, the girls and Harry took their dinner-basket, and went into the front yard. Raino, casting his large, expressive eyes to their faces, as if to read their w ishea, placid himself be side them, and there remained until they entered : he school house door. Thus several weeks passed, Harry accompanying them to school, and Julius re turning with them in the evening. By this time the matter was almost forgotten, at least so far as to think the danger over, butene morning while the faithful ilog was trotting a little in advance of Nelly and Cora ie, he suddenly stopped, even refusing to put down the foot already raised, and listened in every direction. At first the girls thought he was listening for Harry who, with his gun, had left the roail to look for squirrels; but soon they heard a A confused, rushiug sound, and as it came nearer and (| nearer, they distinctly heard the grunting of hogs. They met. Deep in t he starry depth Of August's cloudless sky, Fair Luna trod her golden path In matchless majesty; The cricket chirped the firefly Pursued his fittul dance; 'Twas in the slumbrous, balmy night That these two met- by chance.* They met. She was a tender thing ~ With lustrious shining eye. And down tl.e garden path she moved Warbling sweet melody. He paused to listen. On she sped Witli foot-falls soft and light, They met upon that tennis lawn. That peaceful summer night. With throbbing pulse anil beating heart, He spoke in accents low. Into her glancing eyes there came A stronger, deeper glow. Then up the tree she swarmed, And.there vindictive spat, Nor these two were my bull-pup and Afy next door neighbor’s cat. A man al'ed Iris eat "Plutarch,” because she had so many lives. MissConstruetion — Whalebone, paint, powder, and so 1 orth. Queer that fisherman almost always carry their bait in demijohns. When your wife scolds, be gentle, and say, “My dear, I love you Mill.” People who have never done anything, are apt to think they can do everything. A little boy defined salt as being the stuff that made potatoes taste so 1/ad when you didn’t put any on 'em. Organ grinders are ordering spring suits for their monkeys, and hence the unusual activity in tiie red flannel market. A. missing girl is thus described: “She is tall, blonde, and three or four years younger than 3he looks.” Easy to find her. “Hang that gate!” jelled old Hickory, as lie scraped his shins against it in the dark. And after supper he went out and hung it. Hood gives a graphic picture of an irritable man, thus : “He lies like a hedgehog rolled upthe wrong way, tormenting himself with his prickles.” What is more deserving of onr sympathy than a young man with fifteen cents in his pocket, a girl on each arm, and seven ice cream signs in sight. William sends to this office asking us to explain what is a depressed currency. A depressed curren cy, William, an awful depressed one, is the buttons found in a church collection box. “This is literally the last tie that binds me to tiiis world,” said the fellow, while the rope was being adjusted about his neck, when he was placed on the gallows in Western Virginia last week. Some hotels furnish t .s of fare in French, so that many guests will call for bread ^ind butter rather than moke a display of ignorance before an empty stomach and an illiterate waiter. Some men never lose t heir presence of mind. In New York a man threw his mother-.n-law out of a window in the fifth story of a burning building and carried a feather bed down stairs in his arms. a man in Michigan swapped his horse for a wife An old bachelor acquaintance said he'd .bet there ment is not only prompt anil effectual, but exceed- ingly pleasant. Can I have the pleasure of retain ing the flowers ?” ‘Of course they are } ours. I presume the virtue in them,” she playfully continued, “is not yet ex hausted; aud if in our absence you should have all ot her spell of the blues, you can apply the remedy yourself. Though when I am gone to my far off home, cousin Nelly will still be near to treat your case. ” “I know that Nelly is very good; but two physi cians are better than one,” Julius replied with an effort; for Coralie’s allusion to her far-off home, wounded him to the heart. “As you say, cousin Nelly is very : good I believe every one loves her dearly. There is a kind elderly lady who often comes to uncle’s house, and tries to in that direction. Life is not wholly a garden of re pose for any one to loi er in; but a field of labor excel aunt Ella in loving her. She brings all kinds and toil, even to tie most fortunate. Therefore I I of knick-knacks aud pretty things; and ‘dear little am not discouraged. Though the hopes of my | NelL” as the lady always calls her, is sure to get the heart are laid in the dust—though the flower dies with its early opi ning, my mind shall be raised to the skies where hopes never die—\*bere flowers nev er fade- When you told me of your love for Nelly, I could not understand your anguish. I see it all now ! ah ! and feel it, too !” “Aud so,” exclaimed Joe, after a long silence, lion’s shar “What is the kind lady’s name ?” “Mrs. Penny Lemon”—‘aunt Penny’ we all call her.” “O yes; I know her very well ! As far back as I can remember, she was very good to me, and con tinues 90 to this day. It is strange that I have never EcwCe. ege He key E x.'K ted Bats.—George Romj.the distiii guisLcd uctor, while on a tonr in tLe prcviLc s,Lad taken lodgirgs in an hum ble house, simewhat the worse for wear. Soon after retiriig he was awakened by a fluttering noise, as of a bird around the curtain of his bed. He sprang up, struck a light, and saw a dark little creature with wings fluttering abont the room. Not beirg well acquainted with natural history, he did not recegu/ze it as a bat, bat de termined to catch it, if po: Bible, and examine it carefully in the momiDg. Taking up a felt hat, he began the hunt, and tried to capture the intruder for a long time in vain, but at last Le pounced upon it, took it from under the bat, shut it np in a drawer, list ened toita slrngglts to escape—wanted to be snre that he had really caught it, and went to bed dreaming of flying dragons. But he was not destined to sleep long. Hardly had he dez- ed iff when a farther flattering awakened him, lighting another match he found another bat. After this one he had another hunt, caught it, put it in the drawer with its brother, and again went to bed. Again, however, he was awaken ed in a similar manner; bats came not in sin gle spies, bat—if the expression be pardonable —in -battalions.’ Mr. Honey hunted diligently, making quite a colicotion oi specimens, and put them all with great care into the drawer. Heated with the chase, he then opened the window, and, tired ont, at last enjoyed a few minutes’ sleep. Wak ing wi'h the morning light, he jumped out of bed and opened the drawer very cauciously to lock lor h;s bats; but lo and behold, there were Ho bats there. He opened the drawer wide,and then discovered that it Lad no back to it. He bad, in tact, been passing the whole night in catching the same bat, which had flown out at the back cf the drawer as soon as he had put it in at the front, and when the window was open ed had finally escaped. -Ac it. a wav in t-txai ^w^rs^^the^^r a^on^apdtook- | was somet hin g wrW with his horse, or its owner betvfSiri* ti, iif .1?-1.-Vlow upon the ground, awaited the result ivicuout mov ing a muscle. He did not have to wait long. Soon a great w hite and spotted hog, followed by another another, wilh bristles erect and advancing sideways, halted near the roadside at first sight of the dog. Quick as thought, Raino sprang upon the one. and with a dextrous movement that he well understood, tore open iis throat so effectually that it died upon the spot. Harry, hearing the noise of the battle, ran to the rescue; but another anil another of the assailants met with death in such quick succession that he (lid not arrive until after the hogs were en tirely routed, and six of their number left on the field ! It is higl ly probable that at least a part of this herd had, on some former occasion, come in contact w ith this fearful enemy, and know ing his prowess, fled upon first / ight of Lis furious onslaught. Harry found that Nelly and his lister Lad been but little alarmed; for, in addition to their naturally firm nerves, their confidence in the ability and will of the dog to protect them, was unlimited. The account of this affair, as given by Nelly and Coralie upon their arrival at school, had a peculiar efftctupon their tiacher. He trembled when he thought of their danger; yet it was pleasure to know that through his almost idolized dog, he had been able to do something for them. Knowing the fear ful cuts somttimes made by the long tusks of these w ild hogs, he examined Raino as would a faithful physician his patient, and to his great joy found that he had received no seiious injury. Patting him w ith one hand, while the dog was licking the other,i.e said in a measured tone—“My nolle fellow, death only can part us.” (To be Continued.) A little boy ctme to his mother recently and said: Miaua, I should think that if I was m fide oi dust, I would get muddy inside when I drink.' Miff A. Y P*fit, fcutlor of ‘Hew to Read,’is topping in WisLiigUn, siudyirg law under the direction of Mis. Lockwood, and corres ponding wilh stveral newspapers. manner. ’|l There Is said to be a man in Worcester who has lived so long upon corn bread that his voice lias become husky, his hair lias turned to silk like that which grows on the grain, and his toes are covered with corns. That was a clever Oakland boy who, when he ivas given two dollars to dig up his aunt's garden, hid a two-bit piece in it, and then told all the boys in tbe neighborhood. The next morning the ground was pulverized two feet deep. There is nothing which so much inclines the Nortli American Eagle to stand upon one leg anti scratch his bald head as to watch a country editor, rising in his power of place and heading g violent editorial on things in general, “Are we a nation'.-’’ An Indian skeleton and a brass kettle have been unearthed near Elkhart, Ind., and the Scientific American says: “The brass kettle is worth several circus admissions, or it may be utilized in connec tion with a dog but we can't imagin-. what theskel- eton is good for.” In a suberban school, where an examination was conducted on the basis of general intelligence rath er than book learning, the question was asked how was Prince Bismarck best known, when the ubiq uitous “small boy” vehemently declared, “For keeping a big black dog.” The tramp's last dodge is to ask your advice about going to the next town, and when you warm ly advise him to go he says lie has much confidence in your good judgement and wiilemmigrate further on at once. "But,” lie adds, “wouldn’t you advise me to borrow ten cents before I start?” Teacher—“What bird did Noah send out of the- ark ?” Smallest boy in the class, after a pause—“A dove sir,” Teacher— ''Very well, hut I should have thought some of you big boys would have known that.” Tall pupil—‘ Please, sir, that boy ought to know, sir, 'cause liis father's a bird-ketcher, sir.” A bright iittle boy of four, the son of a pastor of a flourishing chui eh, who attended the infant class in Sunday school, received last Sunday morning a card on which were these words: "Pray without ceasing.” After his mother had explained the text, he said: “I guess I won't show this to the minis ter; he prays long enough now.” “William,” said one Quaker to another, “thee knows I never call anybody names; but, William, if the lord mayor were to come to me and say : •Joshua, I want thee to find me the biggest liar rn all London,’ I w> ulil come to thee, and put my hand on tliy shoulder, and say to thee: ‘William j the lord mayor wants to see thee.’ ” A stump preacher, describing the latter days ( gays:—“Then my hearers, the axle of the globe will have become so rusty that the earth will stop turn ing like the old weathercock on yonder barn. You will be obliged to grease the winds to make them glide over the eaith, aud the lightnings of heaven will not be able to descend without the assistance of a ladder. Abernethy, the celebrated surgeon, finding a large pile of paving-stones opposite his door, swore hast ily at the pavior, aud desired him to remove them > ‘Where will I take tbtm to?” asked the Hibernian “To hell,” cried the eholeric surgeon. Paddy, look ing up in his face with an arch grin, said, “Hadn’t I better take them to heaven ? sure, they’d be more out yer honor’s way.” The way to put it: Father of adored one—“Then it comes to this, sir! you have no fortune, you have lost your appointment, you have no prospect of getting another, and you come to ask my daughter s hand and fortune.” “No! Suppose we put it this way—lam unembarrassed by wealth, aud free from the cares of business, and my future is irradicated by hope; tlierafore, this is the crisis when I can best devote mj self to your daughter, and enjoy that affluence with which you will crown onr love.’