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BLUME, Artist, has opened a Gall dry where'.he is prepared to take Photographs, Daguerreotypes, Ferrotypes, Ac., Ina few minutes at the lowest possible rales. IValk up to the Gallery over Mr. F. H. W Briggmann's Store, if you want to obtain a present that is always appreciated by Lovers weethcartsund others, viz: Yourself* Satisfaction guaranteed. nuiyl-ff* ? ?? -.-~ POETRY. .. . -,i .\ , ;./ . . ..it ?:? " '. i tuttl --ki> ; ' ' Hiram Ulysses. AIR?tDeau Father, Comb Home. O Jiirara. TJlyBfics, conic back to your dad, For the clock in the stcciilo strikes two, San Domingo's "gone up" and tho Dents havo ' gono mad, ? And .they swear it's all over with you. Philadelphia Conventions can help you no more; Tlie Methodist Conference'won't pray ; There's tho ugliest news from tho Ohio shore. And in short?there's the dickens to pay! Come home, come !??>"**>, come hornet Sweet Hiram Ulysses, c mie home 1 Don .Hamilton Queer Fisll is floundering out, Of the muddy old treaty he made, While your half-witted Frederick goes pranc ing about, ? In Europe, witli fearful parade, Ben Ihttler is cocking his eyes on your spoons; Tom jlfurphy lies out in the cold; Your bands have stopped playing their cus^ to"hi house tunes, And * fear me, sweet 1T\ram, you're "sold." There's a horse in this circus for you and ? Oolfax: 'Tis the horse tint you rode in the South. The monkey stands ready to icap on your Jjack And there's whiskey to put in your mouth. So //Irani, dear J/iram, don't feel very bad, ll'lion you hear that my tidings are true, You ore better at home with cigars and your dafy * FW trie people arc tired of von ! SELECTED STORY. LOVE'S BETRAYAL. BY AMY RANDOLPH. "Is t.hn< really you, tfcruld?niingsliy? Just come in time, old fellow; I'm going down to Riker's Glen, fishing. Jones says there are some magnificent truut hiding away under the roots of *iho3C old cedars. Come?it'sf just oi;e of,those sultry, sun less daysT fclnM, we fhall he mug of a bite!'* Gerald Silltrigsoy,a tull, symmetrically made voting fellow, with brilliant hazel brown eyes and clustering dark lings of hair, looked with a soi l of patronizing tol eration upon young Charley Wnyto, as he stood on the piazza steps, rejoicing in a bfdad brimmed hat and a redundancy of pateiii fishing-tackle. "Not to-day, Charle}*; it's too warnt. Is ycttr sister at home?" "My sister!" Wnylc's voice expressed the most unmitigated scorn. What were all the sisters in creation, compared with a day in Riker's Glen and a full basket of gleaming, gold-spotted trout ? "Yes? Mabel's in the sitting-room, I believe ; and there's a lot of girls with her. Fool ish things, all of'cm?can't make either head or tail of their talk. Come, old fellow?you tan take your pole along, and I've got tackle for both !" ? Rut Sillingsby still resisted the tempt ing offer, and Charley Wayto went whit ling down the graveled v.ulk, mentally deciding that '\Silingsby was getting to bean awful muff about Mabel." f'o?T Gerald?he had better have ac cented Charley's eager invitation, and busied himself in the dense'shadows of the deep ravine called Hiker's Glen! For sometimes it is bettor to be absent than neglected! Miss Mabel Wayto fiat demurely among her young friends, engaged in an olaborate piece of worsted work, and ap parently a great deal too busy to notice such a com more jbi ace thing as a young mani save by the merest inclination of hef head. She had played with the ball of Gerald Sillingsby's heart so long that when it came rolling to her feet, it vfas the most natural thing in the world to take no notice of it. Was ho, then, a fool, to place it so utterly at her capri cious mercy ? I am not so certain ofthat. You could no more have helped falling in love with Mabel Waytc than he, bad you once been exposed to the wondrous witchery of her melting eyes, the charm of her delicious blushes and lingering, low dropped' words. There was something mesmeric about this slender,- dark-orbed beauty that made inert lio-w down at her coming like the Eastern worshippers of the Bun?a something, which -women mar velled at, and could not understand.1 ITeHiuir was black as night, with a pur plish shine upon the ripples that were gathered low in her neck; her skin was dark, with a tender peacliy-blopm upon cither cheek, and lips as a dead-ripe nec tarine?and her eyes, halfiqoncealed bf the natural droop of their heavy, white lids, wero full of hidden, glimeriug light, such as you sometimes see in deep, trans lucent pools, half overgrown by water lilies aitd tangled rushes. Minnie Aub ray had at one time horrified her com panions by declaring that MabeJ Wayte's eyes were like the sleepy orbs 6*f tho beautiful, cruel Bengal tiger they had seen in the menagerie' once ? Mabel had laughed, but she had visibly shud dered too. And perhaps.there was some "11 . resemblance. Gerald Silingsby thought those frivolo is; girls Would neverfgb\ They stayed to lorich?one of those dainty lunches that Miss Wayte's house-keeper knew so well how to get up?chocolate frothing in its tiny cups, biscuit-sahd-wiches, and pound cake, cut in thin, golden slices, with china saucers of cream, hca'ped* high with great, scarlet strawberries, whoso fragrance filled the room. Mabel was a little epicure in everything?an artist in the merest details of cvery-day life. And after, lunch Gerald was pressed into the service to read pcfetry to them, sufficient-' ly capacious to sil6nce them effedtually, until he wished Ifj-'fon and all the rest at the bottom of the Red Sea, or any other body of water. But who ever knew the course of true love to run according to rule and plum met? Finally they scattered away, one byj nnr, and 0?ra!(l and Matat-'WeYe"aloifMr together in the room, where golden bars of sunset-light played fitfully on the mat ting, .and the wet leaves of the ivy with out, shook bright showers down* at etery Stir of the wind. For there had been a magnificent thunderstorm, with driving sheets of rain ttti? sudden gusts of wind and fiery arrows'cleaving the purple-black heavens, and much pretty terror among the assembled guests ?except Mabel M.ihel never was afraid of thunder. Alone together'. The moment lind come to which Gerald had feverishly looked forward all day, and now, how unsatisfactory it was. Had ever fever a more capricious, provoking, littlo mis tress than Mabel was? She would not understand; She played with his heart as .the beautiful Bei:gal tiger might have sported with a trembling, wounded gaz elle. "Mabel, you a-rc cpu*1!" he cried, passionately. She looked up with the sleepy, glim mering orbs half-closed, an "electric flash shooting through the. lashes, then her eye's fell to her worsted work again. "Seven blues, orrc orange, two scarlets, and a blue," sho murmured, thoughtfully, with her head on one side. "Mabel," ejaculated Silingsbj, "I will he answered." "And then an olive-green," sighed Mabel, softly. "But, aller all, Abra ham's face is going to look ^Ust like all other worsted-work faces. I did think there wns some little expression in the last pattern. Gerald, please hand me the scissors." Poor Gerald ruthlessly withheld them from tho lit t ic extended hand. "You shall not talk of Worsted work and seissors until you give mo some defi nite answer." "Then I shall have to bite my threads, .and?oh, dear! it is so bad for the teeth." She made a little grimace, as she snip ped off the bit of wool with her tiny pearl white teeth. Silingsby didn't know whether it would have afforded him the most satisfaction to kiss her or box her cars. "Mabel." "Yes, Gerald, (in the meekest of tones.) "Have you no heart at all?:' "t)'c*'r roe! What a question to ftskl Don't f keep a poodle, and two <#oves, and a cage full of canaries? and don't I st^p to kiss all the babies, and cry overall the fries of misery and distress in the circu lating library ?" "Nonsense, Mabel!" His bfov? **s growing darker. Mabel's eyelids drooped lower. Apparently she was deriving in tense satisfaction from their coliloquy; - "I have allowed myself to be trifled f"" ith long enough, Mabel. One way or ie other, I must have my fate decided today." ?8 Mabel yawned. "I wish I could fur nish you with a nice old fortune teller, in Sr red cloak, to decide it for you, Gerald." i "Will you give me my answer, Mabel?" TSfie straightened up bet lithe/ willowy figure with ? sudden motioif: i "Pleasf fitfg the beil. I forgot id order tea, and y<hy,ti will be home in ten min utes" I He rose quietly, rang the bell, r?nd bade i\cr good evening. Apparently fJie slen der thread of his patience had given way at last. "Are you going, Gerald?" jj "I am going, Mabel, and I shall not return." He stood an instant/ to give her the -opportunity (o call him back to her side, she wished to" do ?o; but she only stuck her worsted ricedle ruthlessly through the patriarch Abraham's nose, and folded ner-work, and so they parted. V And Mabel gathered up her bright-col tred work, singing softly to herself- with I curious smile dimpling ner mouth. wish I was a man," said Mabel,half Moud. "I know I wouldn't make such a ??fOsc of myself for the best woman that jrer lived. Not return, indeed. He'll finback again to-morrow morning. Oh, .dear! wheic did that provoking little ball jjftpink floss roll to? And Abraham's ? lor won't ho worth n fig without it!" Jl Fifteen minutes later, Squire \Vaytc came ih, slumping the wet blT his hoots, and rubbing his hards together. "\Y hy, how dark it is ! Where are your lights, child? W-hat- a thunder-storm we have bad. The little bridgo at. Hiker's is washed completely away. The banks have been shelved in, they' ?j*y." "The bridge in Rika's weft? Mabel dropped the basket of work from her hand. She remembered with a sud den start of unsyllabled fear that Gerald Sillingsby had plunged into the woods, taking the very path that led through the Glen. Sho knew that it was very dark even in the open landscape?how much more fn tfie' tangled shadows of the Glen! "He will not know that the bridge is gone?he will miss his footing, and be dashed in pieces," was the wild fear that rose up to her brain. "Oh, Gerald, Ger ald !?but perhaps it is not too late to save him yet." And before the astonished Squire ^ooM venture a word of question or remon strance, Mabel had fluttered out into the twilight, and vanished. Down through the lovely glen-path, heedless of the sharp stones that cut through her dainty kid slippers, rock less of briars that caught at ner garments, and showers of moisture that descended from dripping bough and tangled undergrowth Mabel Wayte hurried on, with beating heart and faco that was alternately flush ed and colorless. If she should be too late! And then it rose up before her like the blank wastes of a dreary d&ert?what life would be without the faithful hr?C and worship of Gerald Silingsby ? But Mabel wa*3 only a weak girl after all, and her strength began to fail and ?her limbs to yield beneath her ere she had gone half way. A mad impulse of doBpnir took possession of her heart, but the next instant it was supplunted by a ray of hope. "Charley ! thank Heav?n, t here is Char ley 1 He will has ton on?he will warn Gerald ?" How thankful she *blt in her heart for the piscatory mania which kept her brother so late beside the sunless p;iola baneath the tangled cedar trees! She would never laugh at CtiaVley again for his devotion to trout fishing, she thought as she hurried on. "Dori't start, Charly .^it is only I," she faltered, breathless nwd- agitated, as she laid her trembling ftwtirj on his shoulder. "Oh, I um so glad I hayo found you! Hasten to the Glen bridge?quick I it is washed away, papa says, and?and Ger ald has gouo home that Svay, and ho will bo killed ! Ob, Charley! why don't you start?" With all the strength of her little hands, she endeavored to drag him up from his lazily reclining posture. "He will be dashed in pieces?he will die, and never know how dearly I love him! I know I havo been cruel to him, Charloy?you havo told me so a score of times?but I love him, and he will be killed 1 Oh, Chariey, Charley, for my sake, hasten* to his fescue1" Her passionate ttutcfy died away into alow hysterical sob ; her hands fell pow erless by her side; but she resolved, with set teeth, that she would not bo a weak fool and taint away as any other j woman might have done. "Mabel!" Surely that was not Charley's boyish voice?it was a deeper, more tremulous accent! it was not Charley's figure that rose in the dim, purple-shadowed twilight, and folded her weak form in its close, strong embrace. "Mabel, my treasure I my brave heart ed little white dove I half an hour hence, I did not caro whether I lived or died ; now my life is precious beyond words to me. "Gerald!" she faltered, with a sudden backward rush to face, neck, and brow, of the blood which had but now curdled icily around her heart. "Nay, never struggle to get away, little one," ho murmured tenderly, "you have confessed in my own ear that you love me ; it is too late now to fetract. Come, your hair is wet, your dress is drenched with dew and rain; lefmelead you homo '-'And leave a fellow all by himFolf? much obliged to you !" grumbled a well known voice, as Mr. Charley Way to came scrambling up the steep bank. "I didn't think you'd serve mo such a mean trick, Gcrrald, as to drop the line, after I'd got i*. all disentangled so neatly?the best tackle in lb*i county, too! It's all your fault, Mabel?hallo! what arc you. cry ing about ?'.' "Hush, Charley, your sister is ? nervous ?she has had a frtght!" "A fright?What about? Girls are al ways getting frightened." And Charley marched homeward in sullen dignit}', leaving Mr. Silingsby and Mabel to follow at their leisure. There was a new and softened light in Mabel's wondrous eyes that night, as she presided at the cosy tea-table. She hod betrayed herself, and yet she did notcarc! The beautiful Bsugal tiger had his most'ci1, ana Mnbel Wnyte had found hers! A 0HI1MEESE GITV. Canton is the happiest-looking city I havo seen in China, and everywhere the people seem rendy for fun. Children nrc born in the hoats and live all their lives in the boats, and the mother of them of ten rows or sculls with a child strapped on her back. Upon some of these chil dren are tied bamboo'floats, so that if the darling tftmbles Ovcrbonrd it is easily fished up and in. Then there arc grand boat restaurants where parties go to feast free from the dead air of the narrow streets, and enjoying the free air of the river. At night the river is gayer than the city; for the gates of the city?gates by the score, within the great wall gates of tho city?obstruct all night locomotion while the river is open aliVjfrce. I loved to revel in a house boat at night, breathe the good air, hear the squeaking guitar or harp of the Chinaman, see his tiro crackers, peep into his restaurants, hoar tho babies squall, and the mothers and fathers snore. Canton city is divided by its streets into hundreds of compartments irt nfgh'f,- rfrwl in or over each compart ment is a gate, closed nf night. For or der and peace every littlo community TVifMry theso gates is responsible tc'tlhc authorities, for there is no' focal* police. Tho system works well?shute up shops j at dark, sends people to bed early, thus preparing them to rise .early; stop's nil night gadding, all theatre going; ail soirees and evening parties, all equrtihg and billing and cooing, brings husbands home early nud keeps them from straying at night.. < There w a river police, which cruises about tho. river;at night, and bangs into you.if you do not sail straight. ?James Brooks." - ?>' ?'* ? I I ..__ ' m i m '!!,li'it'> Coctl-dw't See lT.~The ^rtrf^cn tleman who rules the rising generality U?y iiWttyoertala .iowtt it&M&ste&ita* ( occasion presently to correct-a little boy named Johnny,., , Now J^oliniw had what is Calle?* the sulks, bec??se*^6*v?i**whip ped, and in-order .to convince him h? was justly punched, his teacher made the following ?rgntbeBC?V "Now,,Jphnny, supRo&j fy?u were rid ing a big* horse* to water, antl h?tf a keen switch in YQur hand, tend all at.once tho horse were to stop and refuse-to go farther; what would youdo?V,\ Mii " John stifled up his sobs for 0 moment, and looking up through his tears inno cently, replied,*l\t eluck 10 lurnvtfr)' "> "But, Johnny, snppOs^, lie, wouldn't go tor-your clucking,, what then?" .?^ * get down-andlead him, sir^^ "And What if ho were j obstlriate,\and would not let you lead him r". 1 "*?"* m^s '?Why, I'd^take oft* his bridle and turn him loose, and walk home sir." "You may go to your seat, Johnny.'' Johnny Could not be"lnndc to see the -necessity for using the switch. * - Little Things.?Life is m*?rte!up'6f lit tle things. U e who travels pver a "copt*. uen t must go stepby step. He who ;writes books must do it sentence by sentence. He who learns a science must master it fact by fact, and ^principle after princi I pie. What is the happiness cf owr ?if'n j made up of? Little Courtesies, little' Kindnesses, pleasant words, genial smiles/ a friendly letter, good wishes, ami good; deeds. One in a million?once in a life-' time?may do a heroic 'action; but the little things that make up our life come everj' day and every hour. If wo. make the little eventd of ljfc beautiful and good, then is the whole life beautiful and g*borif,; then'is* the.whole, life full of beauty and! goodness.?[Selected. i ? ' m I W1 ' ' ?' A DnuKK?RiVa 7&tiMk^fy&t me," said a benevolent visitor to* m-'flbbr I'drunkard, while urging him to abandon the intoxicating cup, ^Where was it yon.t took j-our first step in this intemperate course?" "At my father's table," replied'tho un happy man. "Before I left honte I had' acquired a love for'the drink that lies ruined me. The first drop I ever toofc was handed me by my poor hcart-brO^Bi^ m0thCr" : m 1 m ~~~ Love is indefatigable ; it never wearies. Love is inexhaustible, it blooms and* buds again ; and the more it ns\ rrrfftVscd,' the more it abounds. Hope is the sweetest frie-d that eWf kept a distressed soul company; it' be-* guiles the tcdiousncss of the way?all the L miseries of our pilgrimage. If you fall into misfbrtunc, disengagW yourself: as well as yew*> Ca*rY. ^refep' through the bishes that h?Ve' flVo fewest briers, A lady correspondent says ; "TlW n*ret time 1 was kissed F felt like?well?li';o a tub of roses swimming in hon??y, cologne, nutmegs and cranberries. I felt as if something was running through my nerves on feet of diamonds, escorted by several little cupids in chariots drawn by honey suckles,' and the whole spread with mel ted rairi1m\K,v Th* most popular musical composition' , now sung in New York commences with: "Father, may 1 go out to vote?" "Yes, my boy. and freely ; Put on your old white hut and coat?*'t^1 A ml vote for Horace fsrffrblcy 1*1 Vit ttt - ^?.^.4>?~ Dr. Franklin sdys that "every litths fragment of the day should be saved." %