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WIT AND SENTIMENT.

DOMESTIC ASIDES,
OR, TRUTH (IN PARENTHESIS.)

I really take it very kind,

Toms visit, Mrs. Skinner.

I have not seen you such an age-
(The wretch has come to dinner!)

Your daughters, too, what loves of girls-
What heads for painters' easels!
Come here and kiss the infant, dears-
(And give it p'rhaps the measles!)
Your charming boys I see are at home
From Reverend Mr. Russell's:
'Twas very kind to bring them both-
(What boots for my new brussels!)

What! little Clara left at home!
Well now I call that shabby:
I should have loved to kiss her so-
(A flabby, dabby, babby!)

And Mr. S., I hope he's well,
Ah! though he lives so handy,
He never now drops into sup
(The better for our brandy!)

Come, take a seat-I long to hear
About Matilda's marriage:
You're come, of course, to spend to-day,
(Thank Heav'n, I hear the carriage!)
What! must you go? next time I hope
You'll give me longer measure;
Nay-I shall see you down the stairs-
(With most uncommon pleasure!)

Good bye! good bye! remember all,
Next time you'll take your dinners!
(Now, David, mind I'm not at home
In future to the Skinners!)

THE ALMSHOUSE BOY.-A youth who was brought apat the almshouse was lately taken into the family of Mrs., in Pearl street, to run of errands. The first day he became an inmate of her house, the following dialogue passed between them: "Are you not sorry, my dear," said Mrs. -, "to leave home?""No," answered he, "I don't care." "Is there not somebody at home whom you are sorry to leave?" resumed she. "No," replied the boy, "I am not sorry to leave any body." "What, not those who are good to you?" rejoined she. "Nobody ever was good ood to me, said the boy. Mrs. was touched with the child's answer, which strongly painted his helpless lot, and the cold indifference of the world. The tear stood in her eye. "My poor little fellow," said she, after a short pause, "was nobody ever good to you! have you no friend, my dear?" "No, for old dusty Bob, the ragman, died last week." "And was he your friend?""Yes, that he was," replied the boy, "he once gave me a piece of gingerbread!"-[New York Sun.]

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ENCOURAGING RISING MERIT.-" And you are at school now, are you?" was the question of a country. man to a little nephew, who had a short time before commenced his education. "And do you like the school, my man?" "Yes," whispered the boy. "That's right; you'll be a brave scholar, I'll warrant -how far are you up in your class, my little student?" "Next to the head." "Next to the head, say you?come, now, you deserve something for that"-thrusting four whole cents into the hand of the delighted urchin. "And how many are in your class?" "I and a little gul!"

ORIGINAL ANECDOTE,

Illustrative of American enterprize and døring. Shortly after the termination of the late war between Great Britain and the United States, an American citizen, then on his travels in Europe, took passage in a steam boat from Greenock, crossing the North Channel to Belfast. On the passage down the river Clyde, he, with other strangers, being not a little surprized on beholding a considerable work of defence thrown up on one of the banks of the river at a point so distant from the sea, and in a situation well fand locked and apparently perfectly safe from the incursions of an external foe, on expressing his surprize to the Captain of the steam boat, (a true John Boll) at so unnecessary a fortification having been erected, he replied (little knowing that he was addressing an American, to whom the censures cast upon his countrymen for their noble daring, was a high treat) "why, sir, had we been at war with any other nation on the earth, a military work in that situation would not have been at all necessary, but the d-n Yankees are so bold and impudent that there was no telling how far they would venture to penetrate into the heart of the country; 1, myself, saw two of their privateers during the war come sailing up the river, under a heavy press of canvass, within the reach of the Guns of the Battery, and thought surely they would be sunk, or at least crippled and captured, but to my astonishment and mortitication, after being fired upon, they wheeled about like a coach and four, and made off in safety, with their colours flying and drums beating YAN. KEE DOODLE."

*The term Yankee, is applied in Great Britain to all Americans, whether they be of the North, the South, the East, or the West, for there they pay no regard to our geographical divisions into separate States, but. know us as only one great nation, who collectively won their Liberty, and established their Independence.

RETALIATION. Some few years since, in the county of Penobscot, there lived a man by the name of Hwhose greatest pleasure was in tormenting others; his own family was generally the butt of his sport. One cold and blustering night, he retired to bed at an early hour, his wife being absent at a neighbor's. Some time after, she returned; finding the door closed, she demanded admittance. "Who are you?" cried Mr. H. "You know who I am, let me in, its very cold." "Begone, you strolling vagabond, I want nothing of you here." "But I must come in." "What is your name?" "You know my name, it is Mrs. H." "Begone! Mrs. H. is a very likely woman; she never keeps such late hours as this." Mrs. H. replied " If you do not let me in 1 will drown myself in this well." " Do, if you please," he replied. She at that time taking up a log plunged it into the well, and retired to the side of the door. Mr. H. hearing the noise, rushed from the house to save, as he supposed, his drowning wife. She at the same time slipped in and closed the door after her. Mr. H. almost naked, in turn demanded admittance. "Who are you?" she demanded. "You know who I am, let me in, or I shall freeze." Begone, you thievish rogue! I want nothing of you here." "But I must come in." What is your name?" "You know my name, it is Mr. H." "Mr. H. is a very likely man; he don't keep such late hours." Suffice it to say, she, after keeping him in the cold until she was satisfied, opened the door and let him in.

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An Irishman, on a rainy day, was hauling a load of lime which, during travel, began to smoke; thinking it on fire. he began to throw water on it; finding it increasing, he drove his cart to a pond and emptied his load in, and exclaimed, "there burn, and the divil to ye!"

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A CLINCHER. In the coffee-room at the Bush Ta- | THE SULKEY AND THE SOCIABLE. A gentleman and vern, Bristol, the conversation of the company touch- his wife were reduced from a life of sp'endor and luxury, ed on the subject respecting the real or imaginary existence of mermaids, when one of the party declared in favor of the affirmative. "Oh! real, beyond all doubt; I have seen seven or more at one time, the most beautiful creatures I ever beheld, with long hair, and their voung ones sucking at their breast." The worthy and facetious host of the Bush replied: Sir, Cap. tain, of the - -, informed me, that, on Sunday morning, a merman had appeared to his men, dressed in gay attire, with his hair frizzled and pow. dered as white as a full grown cauliflour, and demanded to know if the Captain was on board. The Captain soon appeared on deck. The merman addressed him as follows: "Sir, I shall feel particularly obliged by your giving orders for your anchor to be taken up; it lies against my street door, and prevents my family from going to church."

by unavoidable misfortunes to a more moderate way of living. He had been since their misfortunes extremely norose and gloomy, and it was a lively reply of his affectionate wife that caused a change. "Wife," said he, one morning, "my affairs are embar assed, and it is necessary I should curtail my expenses. I should like to have your opinion as to the reduction. He spoke this in a more gentle tone than usual. "My dear husband," said she, " I shall be perfectly happy if you will get rid of the sulky-and let us retain the sociable."

STEEL TRAP-A gentleman who had long been subject to the nocturnal visitation of thieves in his or. chards, wishing to preserve his property without endangering any one's life, procured from a hospital the leg of a subject, which he placed one evening in a steel trap in his garden, and next morning sent the crier round the town to announce, that "the owner of the leg left in Mr.'s ground last night, might receive it upon application." He was never robbed again.

ORIGINAL AND TRUE-A servant woman, near our office, was employed to do the cooking for a funily. When the hour for dining arrived, the landlody inquired whether dinner was ready? No, mam, was the reply-I have not yet finished stringing the beans, The cook was industriously at work sewing the beans on strings. Lord, what shall I do, the company are waiting. Indeed, mam, I don't know; you told me to string the beans, which I am doing with all my might. -N. Y. Gazette.

A HAPPY ILLUSTRATION. A stoerage passenger must be very uncomfortable, especially when the wen. ther is rough, and the waves beating over the sides and bow of the vessel. It is perhaps necessa y, how. ever, that one should have felt the misery of a steerage passage, in order to judge of the comparative comforts of a packer's cabin. It is better to begin life in the steerage of society, and finish it in the cabin, than to have to walk forward in old age or late in life. Mac. kenzie.

Life is a flower garden, in which new blossoms re ever opening as fast as others fade.

Nature is the mirror of the Invisible One.

The first fault man commits is to take theories for experience; the second to consider his own experience as that of all.

Where children are, is a golden age. Between congenial minds dissensions are most pain. ful, as disco'ds are the harsher the nearer they approach to concord.

Anger wishes the human race had but one neck, love but one heart, grief two tears, and pride two bend. ed knees.

Two things fill my mind with every new and increasing admiration and veneration the oftener and more constantly they occupy my thoughts-the starry heavens above me, and the moral law within me.

Forgiveness is the finding again of something lostmisanthrophy, a prolonged suicide.

There are moments in our life when we feel inclin. ed to press to our bosom every flower, and every dis. tant star, every worm, and every darkly imaged loftier spirit-an embracing of all nature like our beloved.

[SONG.-Translation by Beranger.]

I've lived of late by Doctor's rule;
And thus (his cane beneath his nose)
Quath he, "Your fever we shall cool
By abstinence, and by repose."
But in my heart Love's voice began,
"A gallonade or so were well."
I rose and walked an hour with Ann.
But do not tell, oh, do not tell.
A word of that to Doctor Fell!

"Beware of Bacchus," says our Sage,
Our Esculapius, who but he?
The purest preacher of the age
Ne'er so enjoined sobriety.
But in my heart love's voice began,

"To drink her health, methinks twere well,"
So down I sat and toasted Ann,
But do not tell, oh, do not tell
A word of that to Doctor Fell!

"We must not sing, it hurts the chest,"

Why here's a pretty how d'ye do!
The man must surely be possess'd;
Pray God it a'n't the wandering Jew!
But in my heart Love's voice began,
"One stave, and all will soon be well."
You choruss'd me while singing, Ann;
But do not tell, oh, do not tell
A word of that to Doctor Fell!

"Affect not womankind," quoth he,
"All passion we must pre ermir."
Now on my soul the knive must be
A Trappist, or a Jesuit!

But in my heart Love's voice began,
"A kiss would surely make you well."
I'm going now for one from Ann-
But do not tell, oh, do not tell

A word of that to Doctor Fell!

AN ARTIST OF ABILITY.-"W- is an artist of great ability," said one. "I do not know," said another, "I am certain he is an artist ofg eat irrit-ability."

A lady who had been just three days married per. ceiving her husband enter, stole secretly behind him and gave him a kiss; the husband was angry, ard said she offended against decency. Pardon me, exclaimed she, I did not know it was you.

A KISS.

Cold, cruel girl, pray tell me why,
Do you the harmless boon deny?
"Tis nothing terrible or frightful,
But warm, sweet, innocent, delightfül,
Joyons inspiring-nay, I swear-

You doubt? Well, try me-there, there, there.

Dr. South beginsa sermon on this text, 'The wages of sun is death, as follows: "Poor wages indeed, that a man can't live by."

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JOHN WHITE AND SUSAN FRY.
John White he was the smartest man
Of all the New Police,
Though he had but a pound a week
To keep him and the peace.

Among his brother officers

You might have found some bigger; But John White, No. 28,

Was well know by his figure.

The servant-maids, as John went by,
Stole to their doors to talk,
And so would be long on the step
Though not allowed a walk.
Soon to a cook, one Susan Fry,
He spoke of faithful love,

And swore she was, though kitchen-maid,
All other maids above.

This cook had vowed that none to her
Cool treatment should impute;

So, looking at his uniform,
She smiled upon his suit.

He courted her, and called her queen,-
While she would oft in sport
Declare his manners much improved
Since he had come to court.
But soon, alas! she found him out,
And his bright prospects marred-
Though John, like all the New Police.
Was always on his guard.

One night she called to see Jane Sly,
The cook to Doctor Drake,

And there, with Jane and oyster-sauce,
She found her love at steak!

John kept his eyes fixed on his plate,
Alarmed at Susan's fright,

Who cried, "For shame!" and then declared
Next day her wrongs she'd write.

She sent this touching note to Jane-
"Yu'll nevver cee me more;
For yu ave splitt a appy pear,
And cut me to the core."

And then she wrote to faithless John-
"Yu kno, sur, I'm yure betters-
Indede the postman says I've maid
Sum progress in my letters.

"I oped for joy, John, when I chose
My Luv from humbel state-
For being cook, of coarse I knoo
Wot broils attend the grate.

"But yu've deceeved me, so fair well,

Yu folse and crewel yuth

I've found, though yu're one of the 'Force,' 'Tis not the 'Force of Truth.,

"So I'm determined, O, John Wite!

To plunge into the river

And scorn, as I have lost my heart,
To be a for-lawn liver!"

To Waterloo Bridge straight she went,
Poor melancholy soul!
Where, as she was a belle for death,
She gave the usual toll.

Then turning pale at thoughts of White,
She scale the bridge's brink,
And, like a fearless kitchen-maid,
Thus perished in a sink!

John learnt her fate, and crying cried-
"Alas! my hopes are o'er-

Though I have made so much of her, I find that she's no more!"

John's still alive; but grown so thin, With constant woes and pains, That literary servant maids,

Now call him "White's Remains."

THE TWO MONKEYS.

A FABLE.

The learned, full of inward pride,
The Fops of outward show deride:
The Fop, with learning at defiance,
Scoffs at the pedant, and the science:
The Don, a formal, solemn strutter,
Despises Monsieur's airs and flutter;
While Monsieur mocks the formal fool,
Who looks, and speaks, and walks by rule.
Britain, a medley of the twain,
As pert as France, as grave as Spain:
In fancy wiser than the rest,
Laughs at them both, of both the jest.
Is not the poet's chiming close
Censur'd by all the sons of prose?
While bards of quick imagination
Despise the sleepy prose narration.
Men laugh at apes, they men contemn;
For what are we, but Apes to them?

Two Monkies went to Southwark fair,
No critics had a sourer air:
They forc'd their way through draggled folks,
Who gap'd to catch Jack-pudding's jokes;
Then took their tickets for the show,
And got by chance, the foremost row.
To see their grave, observing face,
Provok'd a laugh throughout the place.

Brother, says Pug, Pug, and and turn'd his head,
The rabble's monstrously ill bred.

Now through the booth loud hisses ran;
Nor ended till the show began.
The tumbler whirls the flap-flap round,
With somersets he shakes the ground;
The cord beneath the dancer springs;
Aloft in air the vaulter swings;
Distorted now, now prone depends,
Now through his twisted arms ascends:
The crowd, in wonder and delight,
With clapping hands applaud the fight.

With smiles, quoth Pug, if pranks like these

The giant Apes of reason please,
How would they wonder at our arts;
They must adore us for our parts.
High on the twig I've seen you cling;
Play, twist and turn in airy ring:
How can those clumsy things like me,
Fly with a bound from tree to tree?
But yet, by this applause, we find
These emulators of our kind
Discern our worth, our parts regard,
Who our mean mimics thus reward.

Brother, the grinning mate replies,
In this 1 grant that Man is wise.
While good example they pursue,
We must allow some praise is due;
But when they strain beyond their guide,
I laugh to scorn the mimic pride,
For how fantastic is the sight,
To meet men always bolt upright,
Because we sometimes walk on two!
I hate the imitating crew.

GAY.

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