it as your address unless you are a foreigner.|| in humility for an author to see what he can be bought for in Cranbourne Alley. Some 6 gentle reader,' who has paid a guinea and ahalf for you, has re-sold you for two-andsixpence. For three shillings you may have the three volumes,' as good as new,' and the shopman. by his civility, pleased to be rid of it on these terms. If you will console yourself, however, buy Milton for one-and-sixpence, and credit your vanity with the eighteen pence of the remainder. There is the home of that most miserable fish MISCELLANY. Early Frugality. poverty or riches, in the habits you give your In early childhood you lay the foundation of children. Teach them to save every thing; not for their own use for that would make them selfish-but for some use.-Teach them to share everything with their playmates; but never allow them to destroy any thing. I once visited a family where the most exact economy was observed; yet nothing was mean or uncomfortable. It is the character of true economy to be as comfortable with a little as others are with much. In this family, when the father brought home a package, the older children would of their own accord, put away the paper and twine neatly instead of throwing them in the fire; or tearing them to pieces. If the little ones wanted a piece of twine to spin a top, there it was in readiness, and when they threw it upon the floor, the older children had no need to be told to put it again in its place. Judge Marshall's respect for the THE following is an extract from Judge was one of the noblest that ever adorned our country.-Philadelphia Gazette. You would think London Strand the main artery of the world. I suppose there is no thoroughfare on the face of the earth where the stream of human life runs with a tide so overwhelming. In any other street in the world you catch the eye of the passer-by. In the Strand, no man sees another except as a Come on through Cranbourne Alley. Old solid body, whose contact is to be avoided. clothes, second-hand stays, idem shawls, You are safe nowhere on the pavement withMay I be permitted also in this presence to capes, collars and ladies articles of ornamental out all vigilance of your senses. Omnibuses allude to another trait in his character, which wear generally; cheap straw bonnets, old and cabs, drays, carriages, wheelbarrows and lets us at once into the inmost recesses of his books, gingerbread and stationary! Look at porters beset the street. Newspaper hawk-feelings with an unerring certainty. I allude to this once-expensive and finely-worked musliners, pickpockets, shop-boys, coal-heavers and the high value in which he held the female sex, cape! What fair shoulders did it adorn a perpetual and selfish crowd dispute the as the friends, the companions, and the equals when these dingy flowers were new-wheu side-walk. If you venture to look at a print of man-I do not here mean to refer to the this fine lace-edging bounded some heaving in a shop-window, you arrest the tide of courtesy and delicate kindness with which he bosom perhaps like frost-work on the edge of passengers, who immediately walk over you; was accustomed to treat the sex, but rather a snow-drift. It has been the property of and, if you stop to speak with a friend, who to the unaffected respect with which he spoke some minion of elegance and wealth, vicious by chance has run his nose against yours of their accomplishments, their talents, their or virtuous, and by what hard necessity came rather than another man's, you impede the virtues and their excellencies, the scoffs and it here? Ten to one, could it speak, its way, and are made to understand it by the jeers of the morose, the bitter taunts of the history would keep us standing at this shop force of jostling. If you would get into an satirist, and the lighter ridicule of the witty, window, indifferent alike to the curious glan- omnibus you are quarreled for by half-a so profusely, and often so ungenerously ces of these passing damsels and the gentle dozen who catch your eye at once, and after poured out upon the transient follies and eloquence of the Jew on the other side, who using all your physical strength and most of fashions, found no sympathy in his bosom. He pays us the unflattering compliment of sug- your discrimination, you are most probably was still farther above the common place gesting an improvement in our toilette by the embarked in the wrong one, and are going at flatteries, by which frivolity seeks to adminispurchase of the half-worn habiliments he ten miles the hour to Blackwall, when you are ter aliment to personal vanity, or vice to make exposes. I like Cranbourne Alley, because bound to Islington. A Londoner passes his its approaches for baser purposes. He spoke it reminds me of Venice. The half-daylight life in learning the most adroit mode of to the sex when present, as he spoke of between the high and overhanging roofs, the threading a crowd, and escaping compulsory them when absent, in language of just appeal just audible hum of voices and occupation journeys in cabs and omnibuses; and dine to from the different shops, the shuffling of hasty with any man in that metropolis from twenty-their duties. He paid a voluntary homage to their understandings, their tastes, and feet over the smooth flags, and particularly five to sixty years of age, and he will entertain their genius, and to the beautiful productions the absence of horses and wheels, make it you from the soup to the Curacoa with his of it, which now adorn almost every branch (in all but the damp air and the softer speech) a hair-breadth escapes and difficulties with cabs of literature and learning. He read their profair resemblance to those close passages in the and coach-drivers. rear of the canals between St. Mark's and the ductions with a glowing gratitude. He londRialto. Then I like studying a pawnbroker's ly proclaimed their merits, and vindicated on POETRY.-An English punster being asked all occasions their claims to the highest window, and I like ferreting in the old book-why the best poets were obliged to write prose, distinction. And he did not hesitate to stalls that abound here. It is a good lesson answered, Because poetry is prose-scribed.'|| assign to the great female authors of our day, 6 One says the world of mankind a rank not inferior to that of the most gifted] fellow men. and polished of the other sex. But above all, is good enough-as good as need to be; he he delighted to dwell upon the admirable adap-has been particular in picking his road through tation of their minds, and sensibilities, and 'affections, to the exalted duties assigned to them by Providence. Their superior purity, their singleness of heart, their exquisite perception of moral and religious sentiment, their maternal devotedness, their uncomplaining sacrifices, their fearlessness in duty, buoyancy in hope, their courage in despair, their love, which triumphs most when most pressed by dangers and difficulties, which watches by the couch of sickness and smooths the bed of death; and smiles even in the agonies of its own sufferings-these were the favorite topics of his confidential conversation, and on these he expatiated with an enthusiasm which showed them to be present in his daily meditations.' CHURCH MUSIC.-Some mischievous wag having greased the spectacles of a clerk of the church, the latter, on attempting to give out the hymn, imagining that his eye-sight| was failing him, exclaimed with his usual twang: 'My eyes are blind, I cannot see." TRUTH is always consistent with itself, aud needs nothing to help it out. It is always near at hand, and sitteth upon our lips, aud is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention on the rack; and needs many more to make it good.-Tillotson. of time as well as matters. Nothing should be thrown away as long as it is possible to make any use of it, however trifling it may be, the world; another is continually growling and whatever may be the size of a family, evand grumbling-says the world is a bad one-ery member should be employed either in that every body is dishonest and not to be earning or saving money, trusted; this character seeks, in his travels, the mud holes and rough places in the road, and of course when he seeks them he finds them -Perhaps the true philosophy of life is, to be right OURSELVES, in the first place, so far as knowledge and opportunity will enable us, and in the second place to make the best of men and things around us. The idea that all is well around us is very gratifying How the deuce happened you to lose to a well disposed mind, whilst on the other hand the suspicion or belief, that all are your leg? said an impudent, inquisitive dog, Why, P dishonest and treacherous around us, wheth-the other day, to a person who was stumping er founded on fact or not, is a constant source along the street, with but one leg. of uneasiness and trouble. Which of these says he, it is very vulgar now to walk on two courses is the wisest, is a question for debate; legs-every body does it; so I took mine off which is best calculated to promote individual to be different from the vulgar herd.' happiness, is self evident.-Blairsville Rec. SELF-FLATTERY.-We find a momentary gratification in the indulgence of appetite, or in obeying the dictates of our passions, and our wills, and forget the lessons of reason or of BOOKS AND WOMAN.-A good book and a good woman are excellent things for those who know how justly to appreciate their value. There are men, however, who judge of both from the beauty of the covering. The people mistaking this for a part of the revelation. We bring disease and misfortune A SMART ANSWER.-A gentlemeu recently hymu began immediately to sing it; whereupon the clerk, wishing to correct them, continued: I cannot see at all.' upon ourselves, and we are so prone to selfflattery as well as self-indulgence, that we say, 'I could not avoid it; I obeyed the dictates of nature. Thus we charge our Creator. Which being also sung, he drawled out with The intemperate man says, I only seek somewhat less monotony: the gratificatious which nature points out or makes necessary;' he fires his blood with wine This being sung, too, the clerk out of all and brandy, and then flies to the haunts of patience, exclaimed: Indeed my eyes are very blind.' The devil's in you all.' impurity. Still he says, I have these impul traveling in the country, called out to a boy, Where does this road go to, my lad?' Well, I don't know where it goes, but it's always here when I come along.' Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of Postage paid. 83,00; E. B. K. Galena, II. 83,00; J. M. J. Hillsdale, N. Y. J. L. G. Danville, N. Y. $1,00; C. W. B. Stockport, N. Y. ses from nature. If strife and murder, or $1,00; J. V. V. Peterboro', N. Y. $1,00; J I. T. Burlington, Vt. $1,00; J. M. Rochester, Vt. $2,00; P. M. Ira, N. Y. ham 4 Corners, N. Y. $1,00; R. C. Valatie, N. Y. $1,00; As this appeared to rhyme very well, the disease and death follow, all must of course $5,00; F. B. Brainard's Bridge, N. Y. $5,00; C. B. Chatevil S. B. Canaan, Ct. $2,00; H. B. Ballston Spa, N. Y. $5,00; be charged on nature. There is no P. M. Marshall, N. Y. $0,50; P. M. Essex, Ms. $2,00; C.C. singers finished the stanza : C. Moravia, N. Y. $1,00; W. D. D. Marianna, Fl. T. $0,75; which man brings upon himself by his own selfishness, that he does not endeavor to im-P. M. Stokes, N. Y. $10,Co. pute to necessity, fate, nature, or the Creator of the universe.-Dunlap. 'My eyes are blind, I cannot see, 'I cannot see at all; 'Indeed my eyes are very blind, -- Opinion and Judgment, DEPEND very much upon disposition and interest. For example, two persons once traveled the same road at the same time, but at the end of the journey gave a very different account of the state of the road.-One said it was a good road as need to be; the other said it was the worst he ever saw; and each showed the condition of his boots as a sort of confirmation of his opinion. But then the truth was that one of the travelers had picked the best of the road, the other, for some reason had picked the worst of it-walking through every mud hole, and over every rough place he could find. So it is with two classes of mankind, in forming an opinion of, and pronouncing judgment upon the general character of their 'As Bays, whose end of poverty was dashed, MARRIED, At Troy, on the 12th inst. by the Rev. Dr. Butler, Darius Peck, Esq. Recorder of this city, to Miss Harriet M. Hudson, of Troy. At Livingston, 6th inst. by the Rev. Mr Van Wagganan, Mr. Rensselaer N. Sill of the firm of Thorn & Sill of Bethle hem, to Miss Frances, daughter of Moncrief Livingston, Esq. of the former place. At Spencertown, on the 14th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Whit York, to Miss Lucy, daughter of Erastus Pratt, Esq. of the ney, Horace B. Dresser, Esq. Counsellor at law, of New former place. In Chatham, on the 7th inst. by the Rev. J. Berger, Mr. the former place. John T. Vosburgh, of Ghent, to Miss Sophia Bowman, of DIED, In this city, on the 8th inst. Mrs. Eliza B. Crawford, wife of Mr. George Crawford, and daughter of the late Walter T. Livingston of Clermont, aged 42 years. On the 21st inst. Mr. Richard Bolles, aged 77 years. On the 20th inst. Sarah, daughter of Robert and Sarah At Athens, on the 7th inst. Mr. Frederick Evarts, aged 35 years. At Staten Island, on the 13th inst. Col. Aaron Burr, formerly Vice President of the United States, in the 81st year of his age. THE true economy of house keeping is, At New Lebanon, on the 1st inst. John King, Esq. formerly Sheriff of this county and meinber of Congress Dreams of my infancy and are you fled? Lost, gone like wild-flowers wreathed around the dead, SWEET childhood, to thy blissful days When basking in thy sunny smile- But now thou art forever past, Thou fountain of exquisite bliss; Thy pleasures were too sweet to last In such a changing world as this. And, ah! how often shall I grieve That thou'st forever from me flown, Yes, from thy hallowed scenes afar, To keep me from temptation's way. RURAL BARD. From the American Traveler. CHIDE not the lingering hours of life, Its schemes of glory and of strife, Chide not the lingering lapse of Time, More bright and beautiful; A land where grief will never fling, Where faith and hope shall gladly wing Chide not Time's slow and silent hours, Chide not a moment's weary flight And death steal gladly on the heart There is a beautiful moral in the following effusion, from the ever sweet muse of Mrs. Sigourney. The Lady-Bug and the Ant. With a heavy grain of corn So she drew the curtains of damask round, That lay in the rose's breast. Then she laughed so loud, that the Ant looked up, Took no more notice, but traveled on And rudely swept the ground, Then the houseless,Lady was much amazed, Had brought with it rain and snow: Her wings were chilled and her feet were cold, But the careful Ant was in her nest, And I thought, as I sat at the close of day, It was wiser to work and improve my time, Pass on Relentless World! BY GEORGE LUNT. SWIFTER and swifter, day by day, Down Time's unquiet current hurled, Thou passest on thy restless way, Tumultuous and unstable world! Thou passest on! time hath not seen Delay upon thy hurried path; And prayers and tears alike have been In vain to stay thy course of wrath! Thou passest on, and with thee go The loves of youth-the cares of age; And smiles and tears, and joy and wo Are on thy history's troubled page! There, every day, like yesterday, Writes hopes that end in mockery! But who shall tear the veil away Before the abyss of things to be? Thou passest on, and at thy side, Even as a shade, Oblivion treads, And o'er the dreams of human pride, His misty shroud forever spreads; Where all thy iron hand has traced Upon that gloomy scroll to-day, With records ages since effaced Like them shall live-like them decay. Thou passest on with thee, the vain, That sport upon thy flaunting blaze, Pride, framed of dust, and folly's train, Who court thy love, and run thy ways; But thou and I-and be it so Press onward to eternity; Yet not together let us go To that deep-voiced but shoreless sea; I kneel not at thy gilded shrine- I see them pass without a sigh; They wake no swelling rapture now, Pass on, relentless world!--I grieve Faith set upon a world to come, Lines Written in a Sketch-book by a Printer. WITH business so much pressed, That, in a case like mine, Scarcely a space is left To justify a line. Yet lest impressions wrong Should meet a brother's view To me it should belong To make the matter true That, when the hand now warm It may be taken down, When, washed from every stain, JOB PRINTING, Executed with neatness, accuracy and despatch, at the office of the RURAL REPOSITORY, No. 135, Cor. of Warren and Third Streets, such as Books, Pamphlets, Cards, Checks, Handbills of every description, on the best of type, and on as reasonable terms, as at any office in the city. THE RURAL REPOSITORY, IS PUBLISHED EVERY OTHER SATURDAY, AT HUDSON, N. Y. BY Wm. B. Stoddard. It is printed in the Quarto form, and will contain twenty-six numbers of eight pages each, with a title page and index to the volume, TERMS.-One Dollar per annum in advance, or One Dollar and Fifty Cents, at the expiration of three months from the time of subscribing. Any person, who will remit us Five Dollars, free of postage, shall receive siz copies, and any person, who will remit us Ten Dollars, free of postage, shall receive twelve copies, and one copy of either of the previous volumes. No subscriptions received for less than one year. All the back numbers furnished to new subscribers. All orders and Communications must be post paid, to receive attention. DEVOTED TO POLITE LITERATURE, SUCH AS MORAL AND SENTIMENTAL TALES, ORIGINAL COMMUNICATIONS, BIOGRAPHY, TRAVELING SKETCHES, AMUSING MISCELLANY, HUMOROUS AND VOL. XIII-IV. NEW SERIES.] SELECT TALES. The Old Maid's Legacy. BY RICHARD PENN SMITH. OLD maids, at times, have singular notions of metaphysics, and why should they not; since the remark is equally applicable to some able professors, who receive large salaries to declaim in colleges. time elapsed, the accuracy of his arithmetic was fully tested. The colonel died, having spent his last dollar, and his property was found to be mortgaged for its full value. It requires talents of no ordinary grade to make a calculation of this description; for if he had accidently slipped a figure, and the gout in his stomach had not come to his relief at the precise moment his resourses had left him, it is no difficult matter to conceive how Penelope Singleton early imbibed the idea the colonel would have been astonished. It is that there was no family as free from alloy as the lot of many to play their part through life the Singletons on this side of the Atlantic. with credit, but few have the knack to time a There was not a tradesman or a mechanic to happy exit, and that to the ambitious is all be found even among the most distant bran-important, for we are remembered only as ches of the genealogical tree. All the Sin- we were when we died, and not as when we gletons were either gentlemen or ladies;-lived. born to consume, not to produce. Orna- The colonel, besides a host of creditors, mental, but not useful. Panoplied with these left two daughters to mourn his loss. The notions, Miss Penelope was unapproached, elder, whose name was Isabel, was about and unapproachable. twenty, and her sister Mary two years youngHer brother, Reginald Singleton, of Sin-er. They were both lovely girls, though the gleton Hall, was the magnus Apollo of the family. Every family has its magnus Apollo. There is a white bird in all flocks, no matter The colonel, like non-productives generally, died involved. He had made a nice calculation that Singleton hall would supply his wants for a certain number of years, and when that elder had been partially deprived of reason NO. 9. ments something might occur to thwart her latest wishes. Accordingly she framed her will in such a way as she imagined would bring about what she most desired. If there was any thing on earth to be relied upon, it was the generosity of the Singletons. There was not a selfish bone in the body of one of them. Taking this position for granted, she bequeathed all her fortune to Arthur and Mary, but the one who should first refuse to accept the other in marriage should be entitled to the whole legacy. This was working by the rule of contraries, but then she knew that neither would be so selfish as to refuse for the purpose of enriching himself. There was a certain Mr. Jenkins, living in the vicinity of Singleton Hall. Joseph Jenkins, a cotton spinner, who was as full of motion and bustle as one of his own jennies. He belonged to that class of men who appear to have been sent into the world for no other purpose than to spin cotton and make money. He possessed the charm of Midas, and he cared not a rush for high tariff or low tariff, for whatever he touched was converted into gold. Your undistinguished Joseph Jenkins, is the right fellow to travel prosperously through this dirty world. Your high sounding Mortimers and Fitzhughs, too frequently sink dejected by the way-side; The time having arrived when aunt Penelope but who ever heard of a Jenkins, Smith or felt that she was about to be gathered to her Jones sticking in the mire. And if such an fathers, she prepared to set her house in accident should chance to befall them, they order; and though she had herself done but have the consolation of not being identified in little to perpetuate the Singleton family, she the myriads of the same cognomen, and imagined that the world would come to shortly you see them brushing the dirt from an end, should it become extinct. What their heels, and traveling on as spruce and The name of Jones or would after ages do without them! No; Mary impudently as ever. must be married to give the world assu- Smith is about as convenient an inheritance ance of a man.' But who was worthy to as a man's godfather can bestow upon him. receive the hand of the sole heir of all the Joseph Jenkins was a good fellow in the pride of the Singletons! No one but a Sin-main. He was as industrious as a brewer's gleton! Fortunately Mary had a cousin horse, and at the same time as liberal as a Arthur, a lieutenant in the navy, otherwise her worthy aunt would have condemned her to the Malthusian life she had led herself. prince. Colonel Singleton was charmed with his company, for Jenkins lent him money freely, without examining too closely into the Arthur was fixed upon for this important security, and the cotton spinner was equally duty. But he was at sea, and as the young charmed with the company of the colonel, as couple had not seen each other for four it afforded him frequent opportunities of seeyears, possibly in this world of disappoint- ing the fair face of Mary. And many a long yarn he spun with her, until she began to look upon him with much favor in spite of his plebeian calling. No joke, sar. Miss Mary charged me to give you your dismissal in as polite a manner as possible.' announce my arrival to Miss Singleton, for I son?-or had some one made a more advanmust be at the factory again in a couple of tageous offer? Had he been slandered?— hours. Business, business, you know must or had he done any think to offend her Our veracious history commences in the be attended to. Eh! Cato.' delicacy? Various queries of this kind arose month of May, in the year 13-. The colonel 'Yes sar. And you had better lose no in the mind of Mr. Jenkins, no one of which and his sister Penelope had resolved them-time, sar, for you cannot see my young could he answer satisfactorily; but on one point selves into their primitive elements, and not-mistress, sar.' he was perfectly satisfied, and that was that withstanding the large space they had occupied Cannot see her!' exclaimed Jenkins, 'I, he had been very shabbily treated, for it in their passage through this world, they now her friend, lover—almost husband! to be occurred to Mr. Jenkins that he had already remained perfectly quiet in a very narrow denied an interview? Come, come, old ebony, ||lent more money on Singleton Hall, than he compass, and in spite of their pride, their you are jesting.' ever expected to see again, and its inmates possessions were upon an equality with the had for years past, in all cases of emergency, meanest of their neighbors. Death is your first applied to him for advice, and never only true radical: he reduces all to the same failed to receive assistance. Such reflections, level: a heap of ashes ;-nothing more! We My dismissal! exclaimed Jenkins, start-in a moment of irritation, might have occurred occasionally meet with men, loth to believeing like a young tragedian in the ghost scene to a less matter of fact mind than that of Mr. this fact, though solemnly proclaimed every in Hamlet- My dismissal!' Sabbath from the pulpit. Jenkins, and the obligation might have been Yes, sar: no joke sar,' continued Cato, canceled by giving them utterance; for it with philosophic phlegm, as you will per- is somewhere laid down, that as soon ceive by this letter, written by Miss Singleton's you advert to a favor conferred you deserve own little white hand. We do every thing to be repaid with ingratitude. A cheap and according to ettiquette at Singleton Hall, sar.' common mode, by the way, of repaying an Cato handed Jenkins a letter, at the same obligation-but Mr. Jenkins did nothing of time slightly bending his erect body, and the kind; he kept his thoughts between shaking his curly gray head, which he con- his teeth, walked silently and deliberately to sidered the only legitimate aristocratical bow, the post where he hitched his horse, mounted, being modeled upon that of his master, the and retraced his steps at a brisk canter. colonel. Jenkins received the letter, and with some agitation breaking the seal, read as follows: MY DEAR JENKINS It was in the smiling month of May; the fields had put on their livery of green; the blue birds were singing on the budding trees, and old Delaware rolled as freely and as majestically as though he had never been subject to ice-bound fetters. Phabus was spurring his fiery footed steeds over the Jersey hills, with such speed, as though he had over slept his time in the rosy arms of Tethys-or, in common parlance, it was about two hours after sunrise, when a gallant well mounted, and gay as a bird in spring, rode up to the lofty piazza in front of Singleton hall. He dismounted, deliberately fastened his fine bay hackney to a post, there planted for the purpose, set his dress in order, and then knocked at the door, with an air that spoke, as plainly as a knock could speak, that he was confident of receiving a cordial welcome. Having waited some time and no one appearing, he repeated the knock, rather impatiently, when an old negro man unlocked the door, opened it, and stood in the door-way. He was dressed in a draber,' frock-coat, of the fashion of that described in the celebrated ballad Old Grimes; the cuffs and collar of which were of tarnished scarlet, as an evidence that he belonged to a family of distinction. There is nothing like your negro in livery for settling the true caste of a family, from Maine to Georgia. 'Good morning, Cato; charming morning this,' said the gentlemen, as the old black stood in the door-way. Fine day, Massa Jenkins,' replied Cato for the new comer was no other than the veritable Joseph Jenkins, of cotton spinning celebrity. Is your Mistress stirring yet Cato ?' Yes, sar. She rises with the lark, every morning, sar. We study to preserve our health at Singleton Hall, sar.' "That's right, Cato. There is no wealth like health. The sun seldom catches me with my night-cap on. We were not born to sleep out our existence. Now, Cato, Circumstances that it is impossible for me to explain to-day, compel me to postpone our union for the present, and perhaps for ever. If I have any influence over you, pray suspend your visits at Singleton Hall, until such time as I may deem it prudent to recall you. MARY SINGLETON. as 'Good morning, sar, and a pleasant ride to you,' exclaimed Cato, bowing; but Mr. Jenkins returned no answer, and Cato entered the house and closed the door. foregoing interview from the parlor window Miss Mary Singleton had witnessed the and though she had overheard nothing she had seen enough to convince her that her lover had departed in a less pleasant humor than he approached the house. She arose from the breakfast table as Cato entered. • Well Cato, has Mr. Jenkins gone?' Very truc, sar. Nothing could be plain-him; and a very fine horse dat too of Mr. Yes, Miss, as fast as horse can carry There is no Jenkins-good bit of flesh for a factory man to ride, but not to be compared to old master's Nicodemus. Han't got the blood no how.' It is plain; plain as noon-day!' ejaculated Jenkins. responded Cato, bowing. mistake at Singleton Hall, sar. Ilere is a pretty piece of caprice! It was but yesterday she partook of all my joy, and now-no matter! Let those explain woman who can; for my part, I would sooner attempt to unravel the riddle of the Sphynx, or find out the philosopher's stone.' 'It would be an easier task, sar,' replied Cato. I am now sixty, and never attempted to unravel a woman in my life; and strange to say the older I grow, the less am I inclined to undertake it.' message with all delicacy.' เ O, certainly, Miss-old Cato never loses sight of the family dignity, no how. But my politeness was thrown away. Massa Jenkins has gone off in a furious passion. Only see how he puts the spur to his nag. Hard life that, to be a factory man's hackney.' very Miss Singleton looked out of the window, and beheld her lover riding along the avenue Jenkins heard nothing of the interruption of as if he had studied the art of horsemanship Cato, for his mind was engrossed with reflec-in the school of the celebrated John Gilpin. tions which arose in too rapid succession 'Poor fellow' she sighed, he loves me even to give them utterance. What was it had created this sudden revolution in his matrimuch!' monial prospects? Had family pride, which, according to his notions, was 'vox et preterea nihil,' made his bank stock, spinning-jennies, cotton stuff, and rail-road scrip kick the beam? how he rides. Your true lover always goes Thing's very plain, missus. Only see Had she taken a sudden dislike to his per-ahead as if old Nick were driving him.' Never saw a man so much in love in all my life,' responded Cato. Ah! Why do you imagine so?' |