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NO. 36. A KIm to the Bride. Sacred, blithesome, uudenied, With beni?ons from Eut and West, And salutations North and Booth, Through me indeed t^-day a million hearts and hands, Wafting a million loves, a million'soul-felt prayers ; ?Tender and true remain the arm that shields thee! Fair wind* always fill the ship's sails that sail thee! Clear son by day, and bright Btars by night, beam oa thee! Dear girl?through me the ancient privilege too, For the New World, through mc, the old, old wedding greeting : O youth and health! 0 sweet Missouri ro?e! O bonny bride! Yield thy red cheeks, thy lips, to-day, Unto a Nation's loving kiss. ?Walt Whitsiax. THE LOST BRID.IL GIFT. " It is very nice to be married and settled in a house of one's own." apoke yonng Mrs. Clintou, the first week Bhe waa eettled in hers. Her husband, a struggling young lawyer, whose office was in the heart of the quiet oouutry village that had been.the home always of both of them, was away at the said office, and the young wife whs alone. Neither of tliem was over-burdened with this world's goods. But they had I resolved to marry and struggle alon? j togethor, rather than wait apart until they were old and rich. He would strive to steadily tnake money ; she to be economical and saving at home, and so make both ends meet. It might not be amiss if soma other young ladies and gentlemen of the present day tried the sime. Tom Clinton took his wife home ; and here she wis, setting about her duties with a good heart, and intending to become the most active little house wife in the world. Of course she began by superintending the cookery ; the young maid seemed good for little but to mako beds, and stare at her pretty new mistress. Such meals ! Such dainty little dishes put tjpon the table, made up after the best receipts in the new oookery-book ! Why is it that these said oookexr-books so little, compared with what they might T They run after this fash ion T )" To oook salmon : Boil it till it's done. Serve with lobster-sauce and sliced cucumber." "Good gracious!" cried poor Mrs. Clinton, "I wonder how long it must I be boi'.ed ; and whether it should be put into hot or cold water I" Neither maid nor mistress knew. But i difficulties are soon surmounted when hearts and hands are willing. Some y times, though, the young wife caught herself wishing that she and Tom had rather more ready money. Very aotive was she; untiring and (all of hop* and spirits. All the best of the furnitnra she dusted herself, and there was Do fear that thair pretty ornaments and presents would get broken. ' One piece of theirrather small atook of furniture was an old burean, or rather T>urean and desk oombined, whioh was filled with small drawd, pigeon-holes, etc. This had belonged to Ton. Cii iton'a grandfather, and waa - -f huniifrd dowu to Tom" as an heirloom. * Eunioe Clinton had looked through it every d?y fcinod. she oame home, Iaud yet found something to admire and to wonder ov< liked those capacious old t'hin^ of oarred oak, whioh must have been>alnable in their "i day, if old-fashioned now. Tom had shown her two secret reoeptacles for papers, placed beneath the nn>al|Idr*w* ers; and one day Ennioe fou ad a prise. Bhe had taken out a remote drawer for the purpose of listing it, When ahe noticed a small drawer jat behind it Of ponrse, she opened this at onoe, and there?ound, wrapped in a pieoe of old ^ello# paper, a silver watoh. " It was Terr did and bnttored, the hands ware broken off, and it had no 61am. She took it up and ahook it, bntit did not tiok in.gnawer to the shake, aa, no doubt, ? well-regulated watoh ought to do ; it onto rattled, aa though the in de workswerd all loose and broken, ried to open it, ami got the outer without trouble ; out the watoh W reals ted all her efforts. It aeemad ?r to have had an opening yet. low waa it Tom had - never flpftnd i, ahe wondered. Ant ToaJ Clinton no Renins for exploring 6rd pTade*, tie had. The probability waa, Tom never looked thoroughly into it the pieoe of furniture aakne to and, .besides, Tone oould never tbiaw^hoTiprii it stared hint in Ahe How she wished had bien ie when aha fonnd^Wta watch 1 ?Id beso long Ifewait antil * ' time. How ahe woSld plagne ! sure, it waa no treaaiue 4nc ? read of, oonoaaied in *? nothing bat an old ? silver, or perhaps I quitted the watoh and the a, and want singing abont tha > for an hour waft, tryin? hard to fealdaU ; but the day appeared ly ling. Bhe had no sewing to ig wives seldom have ; and aha that tha hoora would paaa ? ootne. Looking from aapisd a peddler ovxAing ksML i eves know a woman who daal a peddler if the t At any rata, Mrs. a* a loaa what to do HL? with her time that day, did not send him away when he oame to the door. Sarah wanted some new oolored aprons, and perhaps he had jnst the print that would suit. Peddlers in oountry dis tricts are no uncommon visitors, and are Dot altogether unknown in superior houses. The peddler was allowed to enter the small, neat dining room ; and soon every chair and table it contained was covered with articles from the pack. The more Mrs. Clinton told the man she did not want to see all these things, the more of tbem he kept spreading oat. Our young housekeeper was sorely tried. She had very little money in the house, and well she knew Tom a purse was low just now. She took two aprons for Sarah, and a neat handkerchief that was cheap ; and no more. The polite peddler talked.and flattered all in vain ; Eunice was firm, she must not think of those pink ribbons, that fine, reat chintz. Oh, how she wished for plenty of money ! She could not bear to seo him folding up all those pretty things, " and so cheap too." As the peddler, with much remonstranoe, finally put up the last of his goods, he took out a small tin case, and, opening it, showed a set of very handsome silver tea spoons. The very things Bhe had secretly longed for ! The truth was, all their little stores of plate was but Birming ham plate, and she had so wished for just a few teaspoons iu silver. The peddler saw at once that the spoons had caught her eye, and he handed them to her, saying?" Now, madam, here is the last set of spoons I have, and you shall have them at a bar gain. Feel their weight?the best of pure silver ; and there's a placs, you see, for the engraving of your name. Do you fear they are not real ? Look at the mark." Mrs. Clinton did not fear that ; she knew silver when she saw it. " Yes, they are very, very tempting ; but I have not the money," said poor Bunice, looking longingly at the much coveted spoons. '?What of that?" cried the peddler, " you can borrow of some one, surely. Or I will take ai^^ld silver, or gold, or clothing you mly have to spare. Eunioe caught at the words old tilver, and thought of the watch she had dis covered only an hour before. She went to the drawer, and holding it out to him, said?" What will you allow me forthia?" The {toddler took the watoh in his hand, and went to the door, as if to ex amine it better by the light. While Eunioe, trembling, she knew not why, gazed at the ooveted spoons. " I cannot give you more than twenty shillings for this," he said, " and it is not worth that." Eunice felt her heart sink ; she had but twelve shillings in the honss, and she mu*t have the spoons. Tom knew nothing of the watoh ; and, of course, he would not care what was done with that old battered thing. But the watch and her twelve shillings would not bay the spoons. "Have you no old clothes?" asked the man. jno, she bad no old clothes, she was about to say ; when all at onoe she re membered a pair of heavy winter panta loons of Tom's, she had seen banging up. It wonld be a long time before mnter yet : perhaps Tom might nevir think of them again ; sho wonld get them ; if the peddler wonld only take them, the spoons wore hers I While she went np stairs, the peddler took another look at the old watch, opened the inner case, and started to his feet; bnt instantly sat down again when he heard Mrs. Clinton descend ing. He seemed in such haste to olose the bargain now that he soaroely looked at the winter pantaloons. Flinging them over his arm, he plaoed the caso of spoons within the eager, trembling hands of his young easterner, took np his paek and departed. Mrs. Clinton fairly kissed the spoons. Now she could invite frie. ds to tea, and not feel ashamed when they surrepti tiously glanoed at the mark on her sil ver. Dinner-time came ; the table was laid, and aha stood at the window, look ing for Tom. For the .first time the thought came to her mind " Had she done right?" Could she tell Tom? He might not like it abont the watch. And wonld he make a fuss at her dealing with a peddler ? In the old days she remembered her papa had made a fine to-da when his wife had*bought a shawl ?f one. Perhaps she had better not show the spoons to Tott just yet. How strange it WOnld be to keep anything back from Klmt. "Why, what shonld she talk about ? She oonld not plague him abont her being the Aral to find any treasure in the old burean. But there ho waa, coming! They net with the ?nol #?braoe; and Mr. Clinton did jaoi obOfeft# ony change in hia wife nn tikdinnar waa over, and ?he oame in to sit byt him : ho fancied than that aha ArysllenCi Xnnioe was thttJHng of the spoons. Bomohow aha dnt; not take so mnoh in thorn sf at first Bhe had little oaaa an the shall in the 9*4 if Tom shonld go for a glaaa. He had often done Bho left her eaaft* pnt water and oa the table, and sat down waftet fort" aakad Mr. yon might want my llttlo iriia bean doi n g al 1 the mofn i ng V* abont. and! ? ?A?, If"""* nearer to him. " Have you been over hauling the old desk again, finding old deeds and all sorts of treasures ?*' 44 I fear there will never come any treasures to me," said Eunice, almost sobbing. 41 Why, what's the matter ?" cried Tom. "Are you tired, my darling ?" Eunioe muttered something about " loneliness." Any excuse to save tell ing of the peddler and the watch. 44 You are tired and nervous, Eunioe. Shall we sead for one of veur sisters to stay hero a week or two ? ' Eunice fairly burst into tears. She was finding the secret a heavy one, and yet she dared not oonfess. What would her husband think of ber folly? Those horrid spoons I She wished she had never seen them. And then, to account for her low spirits, she said she had a headache. ' They fell into easy conversation. Something led the topic to Tom's family ; and he told her, for the first time,* a long story of his grandfather, his mother's father, who had once been considered very rich indeed. He was a great traveler, and was seldom at home after the death of his wife, who had left him two children, a son and a daughter, in the fifth year after their marriage. 44 The children were l?ft wi*h an old housekeeper, in a beautiful cottage, surrounded by well cultivated fields, old trees, and an extensive garden," said Tom, recalling reminisoenoes as lie went on. 4i The garden was the care of the housekeeper's husband, an old Scotchman, who took muoh delight in it, and was so fond of symmetry that it was of him the story is told which has since become almost a proverb ?? "What story?" interrupted Eunioe, growing interested in the tale. "I'll tell vou," said Tom. 44 This old Scotohman had a son about the age of his raster's son. One day, while the master was home, the young 8cot was I impudent, or committed some mis demeanor, when the master seized him by the collar and locked him in the lodge at the gate. (Doming out some hours after, my grandfather was sur prised to hear his own son orying out from the lodge on the other side of the gate. He was also looked in, " What does this mean ?" he exclaim ed, hastily releasing his son and heir, and turning to the gardener for an ex ^^M3jmmetry. symmetry,' said the stolid sJpotciiman, 1 theie ia nothing like symmetry 1* And the answer was so unex'.>eoted that the offense was for given. Eunice laughed. " But tha gardener's boy was a wild youth, and soon led his master's son into all sorts of scrapes," resumed Tom. 44 The master was absent so muoh of the time, he forgot that his own son was growing up and needed a guardian's care. At the age of fifteen, both boys left suddenly in the night, after oommitting some folly in the neighboring town, and although searoh was made, they could mot be traoed. The honest gardener did not adu^izc ine 4 symmetry of the thing so muoh this time. He grieved over the loss of his bs$, gave up work, and died just be fore the return of his master. My Eindfather never got over this blow to pride ; he sent his daughter, my dear mother, off to boarding-sohool, and shut himself up in the once pleas ant home, allowing no one to speak to him but his faithful old friend the housekeeper. His son and the other boy were never heard from. It was thought that they were both lost at sea." 44 What s sad history I" cried Mrs. Clinton. > 14 The old man, after secluding him self for some years, again started on his travels. This time it was said he went to Brazil. He did not return until my mother was in her twenty-second year. When he did oome, he was looking old and careworn, and apparently poor. He never made much of his daughter, but settled his affairs, giving the house, fufniture, and grounds to his only otdld, telling her he had a small bridal gift ready for her, provided she should marry to please him. What the gift was ahe oould not learn. He had often spent hours at the old desk?that bureau, my dear, that you are so fond of exploring?and he often gave orders that it should be the first care of any of the household in case of fire, or other aooident. Poor old man 1 he was found one uxorningjtf tting by his favorite desk stiff and stan ; ho had evidently died in the night, alone and unhsnraP Of course, my mother was stunned, but she oould not bo expected to mown very deeply the loss of suoh ft parent. Ho 1 ' " And what of the small bridal gift, Tom ?" ' * Nothing. There was not one. The old desk was searehed, but nothing of value found. Boms old letters, papers, and such like, were there in plenty ; j but the promised bridal gift was no where to be seen f there or elsewhere." *' My mother married soon after wards," oon tinned Mr. Olinton, after a pause, " and I was born in the old notne. But alas 1 thst dear old plaoe Is mine no longer. After my father's death it became necessary to sell it for our support, and when I was only fifteen my r*>or mother died, leaving me nothing out her lov? and Kind pre cepts and the little that remained -of her household furniture, the old bureaudeek among it." " It is^-handaome still, Tom, though f'Vsrr handsome. And now, my J dear, I must Isavs you," he added, I " for 1 have asms work to do at At I office yet. As to the old bureau, wo it; for, do you know, there most be some ough whence I derived ean t tell. Of oourse, t. Eunioe !" Jhing himself. Mrs. sigh of relief, took oat and tried hard to take t in thrm as she had ing. What good oould if Tom was not to see she should invite oom would not dare use the Id watch was certainly no treasure^ bat she heartily wished for it back again.. If she could only take it to Tom and'-iell him she had found it in the old desk! "He certainly had never discovered the watch, or he would have mentioned it to her. But a strange repentance clung to her for what she had done, and for so trifling a matter she really oould not tell why it should. Mr. Clinton sat back in her chair, and cried haxder than she had ever cried before. To think of keeping a secret from Tom?that was what she could not bear; and yet, to tell him of the bargain?that aKe had dealt with a peddler?had even chaffered off his winter pantaloons !?how Tom would laugh at her, tell her father and sisters, and?and?well, she would never hear the last of it. Tom came in to tea, full of news, and quite excited about a man who had been taken suddenly ill at the village inn. " I cannot walk out with you as I promised, Eunice," said the young lawyer, " for I have to be at the inn by nine o'clock, to make the old fellow's will. Fancy a peddler making a will I" "A peddler making a will," repeated Eunice, her thoughts running upon her peddler, and feeling somewhat be wildered. " It's what the landlord said when he came to me at the office. And now I must go. Good-by, dear." Mrs. Clinton sat on, in the dusk of the aummer'i evening. By and by a gentleman, whom she slightly knew, came to the house, asked to seener, and addressed her without oeremony. " Mrs. Clinton your husband has re quested me to call here and ask you to accompany me to the inn. He is en gaged ^t here and could not oome for you | Eunioe waf> rtnyziaed, bat did not hesitate. *" swinging sign of the Brown Bear was in sight, when it suddenly oocure^ to the young wife that aU this was Win ona. Why had Tom sent for her ? It was one of Tom's trioks 1 Some of their fr\pnds had oome, and were stopping at the Brown Bear! Yes ; that must be it But she found no friends. Bhe was shown into the parlor, and waited there alone. Presently Tom oame ia, looking flur ried. "Eunice," said he, sternly, " was there a peddler at our houae to-day ?" " Ye-es," answered the trembling wife. " And did vou deal with him ? What did you give him ?" Oh, Tom ! I have so wanted to tell you !" sobbed Eunioe?" but, not here ?not now 1" "Yes, here and now," returned her husband ; " } _?u do not know how mueh depends on your words." " Oh, oh !?please Tom, don't look at me ! I only feared you would laugh at me and teaso me?and?perhaps not like it. I?I will never do so again."' Just tell what you did do," com manded Mr. Clinton. Eanice, wishing she oould sink through the floor, but trying to be brave, now it had oome to this, made p olean breast of it?the old watoh, panta loons, and all. Tom stood aghast; then, taking Eu nioe by the hand, he led her upstairs, to the bedside of the sick man. It was the peddler of the morning; but alaa how changed I A few oases of *sad epi? Hernia, had oocurred ?n the village dur ing the past week; aod the peddler was strioken with it, after eatirig a very hearty dinner. The physician who was called in told him he had no ohanoe for life, and the poor man sent at onoe for Mr. Clinton ; asking for him as " the husband of the lady who lived in the white house at tha earner." For after hia bargain, ha ha deformed himself who the Qtfntona Tom reoeived tha message ; and, like all young lawyers, on the look-oat for he respended to it with enger before the time appointed, ~ bed of the nek man. ise to hear, between an unin panta 1 ffUJir DOW ing * p^cldl for, a her | uWlerstand; Idler I BWthe iftfedr sent the between the bad and a moment, then plaeed ft in hand. me I am dying: am give me, for Ioheel ing, and tha Laid' npon me?my sins here Here in the watoh; take J <4 in it I I do d<4 km worth, bnt the rpo(mm monld i for it. Keep th*m, and pray ?y former And toe p< Hi ??? and ont into the at* eel, hurrying her along without speaking, until they reached their own gate. " Go in, now, darling," he said, 44 and I will go for [ old Dr. Ray ; I hare more faith in him; be may be able to help the man yet." So saying, he hurried away, leaving his wife standing at the gate, olutohing the old silver watch ia her band. She went slowly into the house, light ed the lamp, and onoe more tried to ex amine the watch. 44 "What can there be about this old thing to cause so much grief and re morse to that poor man. I wonder ?" she cried, in her bewildered confusion. 441 cannot get the dying man out of my thoughts." Bat the watch would not open. It oould not be that. Then the thought struck her that there might have been something valuable in the pockets of those pantaloons. She had not looked before she gave them?and they were still at the Brown Bear. Get ting out the case of spoons, she placed them, with the watch, on the table, and waited for Tom. She had not long to wait ; he camo in, wiping the perspiration from his white forehead, for the evening was warm and he had walked fast. He had left the old doctor with the siok man, and hnrried back to his wife, for he longed to have the events of the day and night thoroughly explained. After kissing Eunioe who clung to him like a frightened child, he took up the old battered watch, and said, 44 Now, dear, show me where in the desk you found this." Eunice went to the desk, took out the drawer, then the one at the back of it, in which remained the old paper wrapper. Mr, Clinton seized upon this at once, examined it carefullv, and then looked up with a suppressed, eager smile. 44 Eunioe, the long-lost bridal gift is found at last I" And sure enough, the little yellow paper told it all. A very valuable dia mond was oonoealed in the interior of the battered watch : a diamond that was almost priceless. The son's young wife had found what the poor mothe?had so ?long searched for?the splendid bridal gift that the old man had died without bestowing. 44 No more struggles, Eunioe," said Mr. Clinton, with heartfelt satisfaction; " no more need for my little wife to ro?ct her face over the kitchen fire, or sixpenoet. And Eunioe burst into a storm of happy tears, and cried on his arm. And in time, while Tom wedl plod ding on, makmg himself into a renown ed lawyer, litte ohildien played in the pretty garden, and climbed ^>n papa's knee, and begged to hear again and again the pretty story of the lost dia mond. Nor must I fail to tell of the recovery of the poor frightened peddler. Dr. Kav haa him up and about in no time, and his first walk was to the 44 white i house " in the corner, again begging ] Mrs. Clinton to aooept the spoons as a small gift, and as having been the means of making an honest man of him. There was no oheat in those spoons. They were real silver ; and they are still in the family, with the name " Eunioe " engraved eif eaoh, and they are called 44 the diamend spoens." The peddler owned that he suspeotei. some thing when he shook the old watoh and heard a peculiar rattle, and when he caught a glimpse of the sparkling jewel, it dazzled his eyes, and he never waited to look at the pantaloons which were brought out by the young thoughtless wife to complete the sum required, al though he found on looking at them that they alone were well ?worth the prioe of the spooiyi. " You nee*- Bunioe, how you were robbing me," her htanband would say, with grave lips and laughing eyes. *' What would ydur poor husband have done w&en winter came, and the chilly Winds did blow, without any thick trou sers to put on Black Lace Sacqaen. Laoe RRoqnes, to be worn as midsnm mer wraps, says a New York fanhion journal, ere slightly shaped to the flg are by a aeam down the middle of the back, end tlier in variably have flooring sleeves. Thin desoriptiou applied ea to $70; wtry ieairable ones eost $36; thoee most in demand eoet from $85 to $40. Sacqne*' of grak Um are Um oa prioe of the mfiay this fancy will probably be ttanftsiffct ? henoe it ji bet ter to btfr Uanu^es it hae aow beoome a stapl# laoe, thAkgh objeoted to at first by many festidudbT people. Jfak laoe saoqaee cost frof*$56 to $KX\ and those of guipure, wbich feany prefer to all othersT *?age f** $50 U $80. Made, up saoqnes oi fldptus Insertion, strip ed alternately with v?IVii or watered ribbon, ooet from $?ft to $100. Real thread laee saeqn?a form but a smell >art of the laee stoek- as ladies who in m, their price in a laee wfap prefer to |a thread point, whieh Is always in Lion, and will serve for an over-akirt H as a mantle: $100 buys a tery P thread laee aaoqne. [Beaded laee saoqnes are considered ? moat stylish noveltle* for the eom I summer, They are made of yak or ^B^rOn wIVb I edge is ent in deep sJ ished with two rages With sleeves thej^H ileereless yak saeqvea these are wronghtin a hate nsnally the long front with snort bf^r % Items of Interest. Earthen bee-hives are a novelty suo oessfully introduced in California. The poorest education that teaches self-oontrol is better than the best that neglects it. Virtue offers the only path which, i* this life, leads to tranquility?tr peace of mind. What requires more philosophy than taking things as they oome ? Parting with them as they go. The Nashville Bannir asks, " Why d^n't the Mayor of Little Bock put Brooks and Baxter in the workhouse ?" Spriggles says that his appetite for coffee is always appeased by one cupful of that beverago as it iB served up at his lodgings. The proposition to introduce ladies as railroad conductors is frowned upon in view of the fact that their trains are always behind. A wag said : "I loved my wife at first. For the first two months I felt as if I could eat "her up ; ever since I havo been sorry I didn't." A certain writer asserts that he di rects all his shots at error. It is all ho has to shqpt at, for ho never gets within gunshot of the truth. Many millions of caterpillars, accord ing to the Salt Lako Xeu s, are hatching on the trees in Utah, and threaten to destroy the fruit crop. "We see," said Swift, in one of hia most sarcastic moods, ?' what God Al mighty thinks of riches by the people to whom he gives them." It is not generally known that Sorth Carolina exempts all newly-established manufacturers from State taxation for ten years after they begin business. A beautiful thougkt?that two little street Arabs will sit dow md suck mo lasses off 'their fingers with more real joy than kings or princes over feel. A young lady who had lost, or miss laid, her oeau, was advised to " hang up her fiddle." She said the advioe did great violenoe to her heart-strings. 1/ffe is an auction where we hear little else than " going, going, gone I" He does not always get the best bargain who makes that " last bid "?farewell ! A red-nosed gentleman asked a wit whether he believed in spirits. " Ay, air," replied fee, looking him full in the jface, "i Me too mueh etfdenoe before Tne to doubt it." In the paper published by the in mates of the Hartford Insane Asylum mention was made of a lady's fan so large that she could not wave it, but was forced to wave her head. " Good manners," says Swift, " is the art of making those people easy with whom we oonverse; whoever makes the fewest persons uneasy is the best bred man in the company." A rooster at . Windsor, Vt., attacked a boy four years old, and knooking him down, gave him five wounds in the head with his spurs. The old oock didn't live long to crow over his exploit, how ever. Soyer, the cook of tho London Be form Club, asserts that a person living to the age of fifty years, and conform ing to the ordinary diet of well-to-do English people, oonsumes ro less than 36,600 eggs. When the Mississippi overflow sub sides all the river oounties will have to remodel their maps, for the old Father of Waters has been making a new cut off here and there, regardless of the deeds and oounty clerk's records gen erally. The Fort Dodge Times tellu'of an eminent divine who is trying his in genuity to invent a hell of sufficient in tensity for druggists. He considers the ordinary hell hot enough for saloon keepers ; but he despairs of doing jus tice to the druggists. 8. T. Fields says, in one of his lec tures, that the extravagant indolent man, wlflf, having overspent his in come, is sumptuously living on tho prinoipal, is like Heine's monkey, who was found one day hilariously seated by tiie fire and cooking his own tail in a oopper kittle for dinner. ? A sentimental young man, in speak ing to his father's coachman of a neigh boring family, rernarkod that "they were happy until sorrow suddenly oarae and left her traces there." The coach man looked pusiled, but finally 're sponded, " Indeed, sir, an' what did she do with the rest of the harness ?" Ia the oourse of experiments with manufactured ioe in Philadelphia the other day, a curious and beautiful re null was produced by enclosing a bou quet of fresh flowers in the centre of a block of the transluoent material. Every leaf 4nd blossom was perfectly visible, while the brilliancy of the col ors was etihanoed by the refraction through the ioe. j^lady mentioned by an exchange is mother of a .large family of children, and they aregfil rather diminutive. A tow days after the birth of the young est, not long since, a little niece of the lady called to see tnebaby. After look ing at the tiny specimen for a few min utes the little girl said, " Annt Maria, don't you thiiric it would be better to have leas of 'em and have 'em bigger ?" Mr. Beecher recently anoooxwd from hie ptiipit that he wished to Hiec |600 tor a benevolent purpose. " No*|" said he, 41 there are about 8,000 pemo*s present, and if all pay a half dollar ihat Will be too much. * We have some dol lar men, some half-dollar men, some Pilar men, some shilling men. enny meat, some three-oent here are aome so mean they re a penny."