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VOLUME VI. THE CHOICE. "Which shall It be, dear mother? To which home shall I go ? The (p-aml old castle beside the sea, Or tlie little brown cot below? "Whlrh shall It be, dear mother? A plain white muslin gown, Or the ricliest and rarest lacs and silk To be found in lusleytowu? "Which shall it be, dear mother? A tiny plain gold ring, Or wealth of gold and diamonds rare, That would ra.isom a captive king/ My child, your heart U)Uit .viswer *- The ]ut'stlon yuurlitia h*- •> asked, Lest sowing In pride yon sorrow, When tlie harvest Is overpast. Choose with your heart, my darling; Let pride be swept aw ay; Flowers are fairer than jewels, Oather them while you may. Often glittering diamonds Conceal but an aching brow Aud the chill heart's bitter throbbings, Hear record of falsehood's vow. Truth is the mightiest jewel That womanhood qan wear; Never a silken robe can cure A heart grown sick with care. This world is not all sunshine, There's many a stormy day, Anil love is tlie sweetest shelter, Winn clouds obscure the way. So choose from your heart, my daughter, Remember this life of ours Must have some thorns and briars Amo.ig its f.dres> (lowers. lint thorns, and tears, and dark news .Matter not, so love is true; While you climb keep step together, With the higher lite iu view. "CLICK." Clarissa was commonly called "Click." Sho might have had another name. The probabilities are that she had. Her tuother was deacon Baldwin's sister, who B.d run away and married a dark-eyed Hiug Portuguese sea captain, who was ft off the Florida reef within a year marriage. And little Clarissa home to the Vermont hills curiously-costumed foreign woman closed her mother's eyes. dear ine_!" sighed Mrs. Baldwin, Hra four daughters of her own, and great deal of money to bring them "what u to become of the ebild ? weakly and feeble, and perhaps Hrovidence will sec fit to take her." W But Providence didn't. Click grew, and throve, and blossomed out, some how, among the New England sheep pastures, into a strange, foreign-sort of beauty. Nobody wanted her, it was very plain. She was tolerated, and that was all. Plenty to eat, a little pallet bedstead in the corner of tho farm-house garret, a calico dress now and then— she certainly did not cost thcin much. And no one ever knew the yearning heart-hnnger that she rosolutely repress ed within herself. At the distriot school she picked up, now and then, a little learning; at husking-frolics, quilting-bees and applo parties, she got an odd idea of social observance ; and as for the rest, her soul grew and expanded, and reached out, like a wild convolvulus vine, guided only by the great band of nature. And ono day Click came to Mrs. Barley, the miller's wife, who had a "store-carpet" in her best room, and kept city boarders is the summer time. "Do you want any strawberries V haid she, pushing baok the hood of her green gingham sun-bonnet, as she leaned against the kitchen door. "Strawberries!" said Mrs. Barley.— "Didn't know there wfc none ripe yet. Ain't it dreadful early for strawberries ?" "Yea," Podded Clink, with consoious pride. "But these grow on the south aidu of Lyndon Hill, where the cedar trees keep off the wind. Nobody knows of the patch but me. I've been watch, ing 'em this long while. And last week's sunshine dead-ripened 'em." "Yes, I'll take 'em," said Mrs. Bar "Bat I can't pay you a very high price, fof my boarders ain't all come yet." "How much !" said Click, with the speculative greed whioh belonged to one side of her ancestry. "There'* six quarts here, full measure." "Three cents a quart," said Mrs. Barley. Click's face fell. "Nut more ?" said she. "Not a ponny," said Mrs. Barley. "Oh, dear!" said Click. "And that will only m~ke eighteen cents. And I wanted to get money enough to buy a ticket to Mr. Cheveulix's Historical Lectures." "How much will it take 1" soid-Mra. Barley, kindly sympatbetio. "A dollar," said Click. "Tbero are four lectures." "Oh, dear, dear !" said Mrs. Barley, I clucking with ber tongue. "That's a I ileal of money !" "Yes, 1 know," sir»hed Click. "AnJ 1 the lectures begin to-morrow night, and there won't bo any inoro strawberries ripe for two days!" "Can't you think of any other way of earning money ?" said Mrs. Barley, good-naturedly. '■' Not unless I discovered a pot of money on tlie sca-shore, where Crazy Si meon is always digging for Captain Kidd's treasures," said Click, with a little laugh. '•Click, look here," said Mrs. Barley. "Have you seen the hair man yet?" "The—what ?" said Click, opening her great black eyes, fringed with curl ing silk. ' "Uis aum is Lfcoiiiel Price," said Mrs. Barley, laughing. "He"has taken the agency of a Boston hair store, and he's through the country buying hair.— Kidonia Simonds sold hers to him for two dollars, yesterday. You've got nice hair, you know, Click." Click smiled. "Yes," said she, taking off the green gingham sun-bonnet, aud withdrawing oue or two hair-pins, so that the luxuri ant mass of blue-black tresses fell near ly to her sliui waist. "It's well enough. And it would soon grow again, you know. Oh, Mrs. Barley, do ycu think he would give me two dollars for mine !" "There's nothing like trying," said the good-natured miller's wife. "He's puttin' up at the The Three Crooked Keys. Sidonia Simonds will go there with yoi, I've no doubt." So Click went to the shrewd-faced Yankee who dated his letters from "The Three Crooked Keys," and came away shorn of her lovely, shining hair, but with the two-dollar bill safe in the pock et of her dress; and the Baroness lliir dett-Coutts herself couldn't have felt richer than Click. "Two dollars ! two dollars !" the girl kept repeating to herself. " Enough for the historical lectures aud a dollar oyer, all for my very own !" Mr. Charles Cheveulix was a gentle man who came sometimes to the wilder ness of Cedar Steeps to deliver lectures, to rest from the fatigues of eity liti ary work. Click knew him a little. He had once walked home with her from churoh, of a raiuy evening, when she had no umbrella ; he hud now and again spoken pleasantly to her at picnics or spelling-watches; and, uuconsciously, the girl had learned to idealize him.— And this opportunity of atteuding this cjurse of historical lectures, which he was to deliver at the corner school-house, seemed almost like a glimpse of Paradise to tho poor, unsophisticated country damsel. With her mind full of the coming treat, sho opened the door of tho Bald win farm-house and went in. The family were at dinner—for the primitive Cedar Stcep-ites dined when the sun touched the noon-mark on the kitchen-floor—and, for a second, there was a sort of breathless, appalled silence, followed all too soon by a shriek of de risive laughter. Click looked inquiringly around, her color dcepeniug a little as she saw, sit ting closo to her Uncle Klihu's right band, Mr. Cheveulix himself. "What is the matter?" sho said.— "What were you laughing at, Sarah and Keturah ?" And then, all of a sudden, she re membered—her poor shorn head ! Replacing the green gingham sun bounet, with a cry, she darted out of the room, and never stopped uutil she had buried her face among the pillows of her own little garret bed. Thither Sarah Baldwin presently fol lowed her—a heavy-footed, good-natured girl, with a muddy complexion aud a thick nose. "Click !" she panted, "wliatevor have you done with your hair ? Do just look iu the glass and see what a fright you have made of yourself!" Click Bat up on tho side of the bed, with tho old, unconscious gesturo of pushing back the hair which was no longer there. "I look like a brigand," she said, passionately regarding her reflection in the scrap of oracked looking-glass.— "But, oh, Sarah, 1 did so want the money U go to the historical lectures!" .gAjjd then she told honest Sarah all. ! said Sarah, "I don't blame you, Click. I suppose the lcotures will be splendid. And ain't it nice, Mr. Cheveulix coming bero to board, be cause they've got the scarlet fever at the tavern ? And he's to have the big spare ehamber, and—" "Oh, dear—oh, dear," said Click, I breaking forth into fresh tears aud sobs ; ' "I shall never be able to oouie into the room with my hair shorn off like a con vict's 1 But I will go to the lectures, Sarah, if 1 have to wear Aunt Dorcas' black poke-bonnet and a green barege veil over my face." D ANBURY; She kept her word, auil it was some timo before Mr. Cheveulix fairly com prehended who the filent, intent auditor in the corner was, whoso figure so young and so exquisitely moulded, and whose costume was so laughably antique. "Why docs Clarissa never come into the room ?" he asked Aunt Dorcas, ono day. "Gals is queer," the old lady sagely made reply. "And Click's had her hair cut off." "Do you know what prompted her to that strange caprice ?" the young inau asked. Aunt Dorcas' spectacled eye# twin kled. "Our Sally says it was to cam a little money. She sold it to Lcm Price, up at The Three Crooked Keys, to got money to buy tickets for your leetures. And now she's so awful 'shamed of her looks she won't come in, and so she eats her infills in the buttery every day." Mr. Cheveulix smiled to himself. "We must try and embolden her a little," ho said. The walk up and down the garden path, where the interwoven boughs of the cherry trees formed a cool, green awning of shade, was more than usually prolonged this morning. And if Click could only have read his thoughts, how amazed would she have been! "She's a diamond in the rough," ho said to himself—"a wild-rose, blooming in these rocky wildernesses. Her eyes arc an inspiration, her voice sweeter than the lark's whistle. I have been dimly conscious of it for some time, and now I am quite certain that 1 love her. My city friends will probably say that I am a fool Well, let them ! If I suc ceed in meeting here the full, rounded perfection of my life, W'IV .iced I care for the babble of the world ' I love her, and that is enough." And so, quietly crossing the meadow, where the tall, blue flower-dc-lucos lift ed their banners along the course of tho stream, and silvery-luaved willows kopt up a dreamy rustle, bo came upon Click, sitting, all alone with her loftk, upon tho rustic bridge. Sweet as a wild-flower she looked.— Tri'e, the long, dark luxuriance of her hair was gone, but the tiny, silken rings curled all over her head, like a baby's locks, and drooped in picturesque tendrils on her brow. A faiut crimson burnod on her cheek ; her eyes were fall of changing, limpid light. "Mr. Cheveulix!" she cried, starting up. "Don't nroyc, Click," he said. "No; stay just where you are. I waut to talk to you. You give me no chance in the house ; 1 will seize my onu opportunity here." Click looked at the deep, brown-rip pled water, then at Mr. Cheveulix.— There was no wa) of escape, unless, in deed, she chose to swim like a wild duck. She lifted her large, startled eyes to his face. "Opportunity 1" she repeated. "1 have a great deal to say to you, Click," he began. "Have you ?" Oh, surely, surely ho must hear the wild, tumultuous beatings of her heart. "Why do you avoid me so systemati cally !" he asked, geutly taking her hand. Click was silent. "Toll me !" be pursued. "Do you dislike me!" "Ob, no!" "Do you like me, Click ?" bo asked, lookiug intently into her oyes. "Of course I like yq,u," she uaively answered. "And is there nothing deeper, tender er still, Click ? Wore Ito sue for your love, what answer would you mako to me f" When they oamc up, beside the flower de-luces aud the hoar-leavod willows, to the house, Mr. Cheveulix and (Tick were engaged to be married iu the coming spring. Mr. Cheveulix was to assumo a chair iu a Western college, and Click was to bo tho professor's lady. And Mrs. Baldwin aud her fair daugh ter could scarcely believe in Click's good luck. "Of nil people in the world, how oame be ever to propose to you, Clarissa?" said Aunt Dorcas. "1 don't know, aunt," said Click, hanging down her head. "I—l suppose because he loved me If the President really said, as be is reported to have said, that the Inde pendents in Georgia should have his aid in preference to tho Bourbon .Republi cans, wbat did ho mean 1 What kind of aid is it that ho proposes to extend, and when and where did be get auy au | thority to extend it 1 Besides, what is a Bourbon Republican anyhow, aud wherein does he differ from a Stalwart l Phila-lelphia Telegraph, Rep. 1, THURSDAY, MARCH 9, 18i The LUtltlilldreu'ii Wr.tchei. Yesterday alold man entered u Lit tle Rock st. ' Mid taking from his pock et un old bui.win pouch lie emptied two coin- on iSpPuntcr, and then, af ter regarding tti silver a few moments, said: j "Mister, I wt to buy some goods to make a dress* "That monoy ia mutilated, old gen tleman This twfnty fivo cent piece has notches filed ira it, and this fifty-cent piece has been pnofiod. You se A , they have been take them." ' , used," and ho toor up the fifty-cent piece and looked at .it tenderly. "And you won't take it 'ou aecount of tho holes. Heaven grant that I did not have to offer it to yon. Years ago, when my first child was a sttle girl I ; inch ed a hole in this eoiu arid strung it arouud her neck. It was Ber constant play thing. At night when she went to bed we'd take it off, but early at morning she would call for her watch. When ourJ' hn— you didn't know John, did you ? No. Well, ho used to come to town a good deal." "Where is he now ?* asked the mer chant, not knowing what to say, but desiring to show appreciation of the old man's story. "He was killed in the war. 1 say that when John was a little boy I strung this quarter around his neck. One day his watch got out of fix,.lie said, and ho filed these notches in it. He and his sister 51 ary—that was tlie girl's name —used to play in tho yard and compare tlieir watches to sue if they were right. Sometimes Joliu wouldn't like it because Mary's watch was bigger than his, but she would explain that she was bigger than hun aud ought to have a bigger watch. The children grew up, but a* they had always lived in the woods tlicy were not ashamed to wear their watches. Wheu a young uiau came to see Mary ouce she forgetfully looked at her fifty cents. "What are you i'o >4 !" | :hj j*iung man, and when she told him she was looking at ber watch he took it as a hint aud went houie. After this she did not wear her watch iu company. Well, Mary and the young mail married. John went oft' iu the army and got kill ed. Mary's husband died, aud about two years ago Mary was taken sick. 1 When her mother and I reached her house she was dying. (Jailing me to her bed, she ssid : "I'apa, ban over." I loaned over, and, taking something from under her pillow, she put it around my neck and said : "l'apa tako care of my watuh." The old man looked at the merchant. The eyes of both mcu were moist. "Do you see thai boy out there on the wagon ?" he said. "Well, that is Mary's child. 1 wouldn't part with this money, but my old wife, who always loved me, died this morning, and 1 have come to buy her a shroud." When the old man went out lit carried a bundle in one hand and the "watch es" in the other.— Little Rock (Ark.) Gazelle. A Remarkable Case. Nettie Brown became furiously jeal ous whenever any other woman made advances to George Smith, of St. Louis, 1 and while in nuoh a frame of mind she stabbed Lizzie Field. Learning that her suspicion was entirely unfounded, Nettie professed oontrition, became a nurse for the wounded woman everything to make her comfoiUiPv! un til she died. It was believed, of course, that she was actuated by a desire to mitigate her punishment; but, when sen tenced to fivo years' imprisonment, sho declared that the term was too short, 1 as she ought to be immured for life, j She has now been out of prison about | a year, and is tho wife of Smith, but ; she keeps the grave of Lizzie Fiold oou | stoutly decorated with flowers. ' Very True. The Nashville Aneruan s»ys : The South feels that this whole country— from ocean to ooean, from Canada to Mexioo —is oar aonntry ; and her citi zens are proud of the magnificent growth ■ and groatness of the Republjo. We do | not intend that the bitterness of party ! shall any longer exolude us from our rights in the Union. We feel that we I are in our father's house, and we intend 1 to be treated as equals in the oonduct of its affairs. We are neither enemies nor aliens to the Government. We are as devoted to its institutions as the peo ple of any other section. The good people of the North know in their hearts that the people of the South are faithful to the best interests of the nation. The state of Texas in point of area is two hundred and fifty times as large ss j the State of Rhode Island. The King oftheicwi. Apropos of the Jews, 1 heard a story tho other day that admirably illustrate* their intcusc belief in their future. It I was told me by a poet, aud 1 wish I felt at liborty to give his uaiuc, the story would gain iu iuterest by being attach ed to his personality. He said : "A few years ago I was visiting at the house of " (i. entiouing one of the best known naiucs in New York), "and there was a brilliant compauy as sembled there Oue evening there was ! a reception, among', the aged people who oamc was a gentleman of sueu noble uiien, such a superb and di nified pres ence, such a placid serenity, such a manly beauty in every line of his face and person, that as he moved in the crowd I couldn't turn my eyes awav from him. lie seemed to hold me with a spell. 1 think he was the handsom est man 1 ever saw; it wasn't merely physical beauty, it was spu t ual beauty as well. His whole face was radiant with the 'solar light.' He had very dark eyes—largu, Oriental eyes—a le onine mass of black hair, and was full : bc-irdcd. 1 was so fascinated by him that 1 hardly felt like talking, but af ter a while fouud myself seated beside a i charming Jewess, Miss X , a t young woman full of enthusiasm for her ! race, and proud to talk of it. '■Oh, said she, "the day is not fur distaut when we shali go back to Jeru ! salem. We are accumulating wealth aud power t Lit we may bring them to- J getlier there and make it like the city of a dream. The great bankers, the j Rothschilds, aud tho rest will bring ' their wealth there aud we shall rebuild | the temple with their treasure. W r e I have tho capacity to do great things. Our blood makes good leaders. Bea cougfield is a Jew, Jules Simon is a Jew, aud there is Hebrew blood in Gambetta's veins. Then in the arts we have shown our capacity for success—hark, they're playing of the "Sougs without word#" j —Meiftlelssohtf was a Jew, Rachel was I a Jewess, there is no knowing to what heights we might riso if the foot of tho world was taken off our necks—as it surely ijill be, for God promised—your God aud mine." "Then,' said the poet, "you'll choose you a king—one of the Rothschilds, I I suppose >" | "No —we have our king. Our king must bo of the lineage of David." "And can you find a sou of David af ter all these centuries ?' "Oh, yes; it is part of our religion to keep the family records. There must be a setting straight of gcucalogies at every week of week-years (forty-nine years). We kuow where to find our king, he is already ohoseu, waitiug to be crowu ed." "And where is he now ?" asked the poet. "There, said the Jewess, and she pointed to the man who had so fascinat ed mo "It is the Baron—, of London ; ho is recognized by all who keep the faith os the one upon whose head the srown would be placed if the day of re storation should come to-morrow."— .V. Y. Cor. Boston Traveller. THREE EMINENT PHYSICIANS — As the celebrated French physician, De smoulins, lay on his death bed he was visited and almost constantly surround ed by the most distinguished medical men of Paris, as well as other pnouiiuent citizens of the metropolis. Great were the lamentations of nil at the loss about to be sustained by the profession, in the death of one they regarded as its great est ornament; but Dcsiuoulins spoke cheerfully to his practitioners, assuring them that he had left behind three phys icians much greater than himself. Each of the doctors hoping that his own name would be called, inquired auxiously who was sufficiently illustrious to surpass the immortal Desmoulins. With great distinctness the dying man answered, "They are Water, Exercise, and Diet, i Call in the service of the first freely, of ! the second rogularly, and the third mod ' erately. Follow this advice, and 1 you may well dispense with my aid. I Living, 1 oould do nothing without \ them j and dying, I shall not be missed, if you make frieuds of these, my faith ful coadjutors." WRITING NONSEKHK,— Rabelais had written some seusible pieces, which the world did not regard at all. "I will write something," says he, "that they shall take notice of." And so he sat : down to writing nonsense. The skin of a boiled egg is the most efficacious remedy that can bo applied to a boil. Peol it carefully,wet and apply jt to the part affected. It will draw off the matter and relieve the soreness in » few i hours. The African In Africa. According to tbe latest news from Li beria our philanthropic experiment of sending the negro back to the home of his ancestors to convort liis interesting relatives to Christianity and enlighten thorn in tho true way of running the po litical machine is not a succeis. Our colored fellow-citizens abroad are in grave trouble and with true fourteenth amendment instinct they have turned their eyes toward Washington. The re sult i» we have sent a man-of-war to look after their interests. This probably is all right and proper, but the situation suggests the inquiry, Shall we, having solved the negro question in the South ern States, take up another one 3,000 or 4,000 uiiias away ! Africa is hot South Carolina, Liberia cannot be placed un der a military form of government with out considerable trouble and some ex pense. There is an unwritten law of the licpublio that we shall have no col onics. Is Liberia a colony ? We have some treaties with other countries con cerning this interesting part of Africa, under the terms of which certain duties and obligr.'ions devolve on us. Since they were mode some rather radical changes have taken place in our political mechanism. It may not be impertinent just now to inquire whether it is part of our settled policy to send colore! wen to Africa with war ships to protect and defend them 1 If the African cannot take care of himself in Afriea had he not better remain at home ?— .Vctv York Hern Id. Joiinnik's Finn I'ants. —Little Jobnuie wore short dresses. lie had worn them for some time, and although he was a thorough boy he seemingly had enjoyed bis tout ensemble very much. However, one evening he crept up into his papa's lap and modestly preferred n request. He spoke so very low that no one but paga heard, hovrevtn', and as it was very nearly birthday time, no one asked any questions. Even mama was not let into tbe secret. A few mornings after sho was just a little surprised when papa said he thought he would take Johnnie down town with him that morn ing, but she dressed him nicely and let him go, asking no questions. Ahout 10 o'clock sue was still more surprised when the door-bell rang and a very small boy, accompanied by a much larger one, was ushered into the parlor. The latt«r sho rccogniiod as the boy from her bus baud's office. The little one she could hardly at first seem to know. "Why, mama, don't you know ino ?" exclaimed Johnnie. "See my new pants." Sure enough it was Johnnie, and the now pants quite transformed him. lie was now really a boy among boys. 1 think mama, quietly awny by herself, shed just a few tears to think she had lost her baby boy, but the rejoicing in the new outfit was so excessive sho was finaly constrained to rejoice with Johnnie and participate a little in his happiness. Look at the congress of the Uuited States, the greatest body in America. Youlistonto the discussions, and you ask how many of the congressmen ought to be there or are competent to repre sent their country and constituents. Many of thcui sit there in blank silence and simply vote. 1 ivmember reading of an amusing incidcutin a Washington paper. A certain Congressman wanted to make a speech in a hurry on finance. Ho went to a well-known bookseller and atked him if he had "John Smith on Finance." The bookseller replied that ho had not, but hud "Barnum on 'How to Make Money,' " "Well," said the congressman, "I guoss that will do," and lie went to work and made his fi nance speech. This system is demoral iiin/f the country, making men mere tricksters, and has driven many a good man out of office or obtained their refus al to enter.— Address by Carl Sc/iurz. The Norfolk Ledger carries a level bead. We quote as follows: "We are plascd to note that many of the leading papers of Virginia are taking broad ground in favor of the utter abolition of that iniquitous agency of fraud and cor ruption, the internal rovenue system. There is now no excuse for it except the giviug to hundreds of partisans of tho Republican party luxurious placos to cn ablo theui to act as itinerants fot thoir masters. Down with tho internal reve nue system at onee and forever, say we." Tbe men who suoeeed without the aid of education arc the except ions. Com mon men noed all the help education can give, to put themselves on a level; and even of the exceptional men it may be said that they would have succeeded still better with the advantage of 'education• THE FLOWERS COLLECTION NO. 37. SHALL KITES. A very nccossary matrimonial band— A Inisbaud. When a couple make up their minds to get married it may be called a tio vote. If you would not have affliction visit you twice, liston at once to what it teaches. Dark clouds roll up and cbsenre tho sun, but we know thai there is light a bove the clouds. If you must dabble in shares, try plowshares. No other kind pays so regular dividends. "I'm the light of this menagerie!" cried the tapir. Then the other beasts wanted to put him out. "Mama, do you know what the largest species of ants are? You shake your head. Well, I'll tell you. They are elephants." "Why do you hide, Johnny?" said one boy to auother. "I hide to save my hide," replied the other, as ho hied away to a secret spot. Hens scratch up flower beds only when they are barefooted. That's why women run out and "shoo" the hens to keep them from duiug damage. A thief who robbed a contribution box the other day has repented. He is now obliged to carry around with him sever al pounds of punched coins which no one will tulo. Nine men nut of ten are mean enough to enjov saving to a piiysiciau who goes limiting and gets n«i game, "Why didti'' you take your medicine chest instead of a guu ? A while ago a party of lynchers, down South, poUponed the hanging five min utes to allow the victim time to finish smoking a cigar. This proves that tho use ef tebaoeo prolongs life. A Paris pickpocket who hud an ambi tion in that line had just made a collec tion of 132 different sorts of money purses, when the police fell upon him and crushed his laudable ambition. At a German ball. Lieutenant— "Did you not tell me that your father has an estate in Silesia!" Young lady—"Yes, and two in I'omerania." Lieutenant—"And can you still doubt my love ? A man intruded into au Irishman's shanty tho other day. "What do you want ?" asked Pat. was the visitor's reply. "Then you'll find it in the jug where the whiskey was."— Oil City Derrick. A wicked man has been getting a dol lar a piece from simple-minded farmers by sending, a " recipe"to prevent pumps from freezing en cold nights. The an swer to the farmers' letters was : "Take them in doors overnight." A member of a fashionable congrega tion called at a music store and inquir ed, "Have you the notes of a piece called the ' Song of Solomon ?" adding, "Our pastor referred to it yesterday as an cx qvisitc gem, and my wife would like to learn to play it." "When I grow up, I'll be a man, won't 11" asked a little Austin boy of his mother. Yes, uiy son ; bat if you want to be a man you must be industrious at school and lcaru bow to behave yourself." "Why, mama, do the luiy boys turn out to be women when they grow up !" " You are on the wrong tack," said the pilot's wife, when the son of tbe loud sounding sea sat down on it and arose with the usual exclamations. "No,"h» replied, after a critical examination, "I'm on the right tack, but shoot me dead if 1 ain't on the wrong eud of it." When a bashful young man finds him. self in ootupany where there is a creamy infant of ten months, tbe expression on his faco when the proud mother thrusts her tender offspring at turn with the re mark, "Baby, kis« the uioe goutleman," may be iinaginod, but oannot be counter feited. At a recent party a young lady was annoyed by the impertinence of a young man, and becoming tired of it turned to ward him rather angrily and requested him to cease his iuipudenoe. The young fellow replied, "Please do not eat me." She replied, "Have no fear, sir, pork does Lot agree with me." "How do you like the character of St. Paul?" asked a parson of his landla dy ono day, during a conversation about the saints and the apoktle. "Ah be was a good, clever old soul, I know replied the landlady, "for he once said, i you know, that we inust eat what i* set before us and i science , like Liui
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