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as the distinguished author of Charles XII. says, "stamp him as the steel-clad warrior, with the heart of the patriot and sympathizing man beating in every action."

MATILDA GUGGENHEIMER.

A Ballad.

BY SACKVILLE DULCIMORK.

Why mourn for every cross in life,

For every disappointment-
The jillßirt you would have to wife-
The fly that spoils your ointment?

I too have had my load to bear,
And seen my plans miscarry,
And beat my breast and torn my hair,
For one I could not marry.

His entire career as an officer in our army clearly shows that he did not buckle on his sword and go forth to seek merely "the bubble reputation at the cannon's mouth," but from an honest and earnest desire to give his life and energies to the cause of human liberty, the rights and principles of his country, bought and bequeathed to us by the patriots of '76. He is no aspirant for either political, military or social honors. The rich laurels which now clus-Down in the depths of doleful dumps ter about his brow, were not placed there because he had the. popular favor, and succeeded in "beating his name on the drum of the world's ear," but were wreathed there by the President, because in him he saw the accomplished soldier and the unflinching and devoted patriot.

In scientific and literary attainments, Gen. Wheeler stands among the most learned men of our country. In military information he is most thoroughly read. His system of CAVALRY TACTICS is pronounced by cavalry officers to be the most complete and perfect work yet published. His leisure moments are spent in the study of his profession. A work he is now preparing, showing the part taken by cavalry in many of the great battles of the world, shows great research and profound knowledge..

The habits and moral character of Gen. Wheeler are of the most circumspect and high-toned nature. None of the vices of intemperance, or other bad habits common in the country, have been able to allure him from the spotless rectitude which has distinguished him from his earliest childhood. Where sobriety, accomplished manners and highly cultivated morals are admired, in every particular, this YOUNG GENERAL is a beautiful model, sans repi oche!

CLEVER." Your on is a clever youth," said a tutor to an inquiring father; "indeed, he is a very clever young man, but he is by no means the clever young man he thinks himself."

I've sunk without resistance,

And scorned the balm for Cupid's bumps,
That flows from time and distance.

Now I pronounced a benison,

And now a malediction,
Now quoted Alfred Tennyson,

Now Balzac's sneering fiction.

Then on some cure or other bent
I tried all means of healing
The wound that racked my tenement
Of clay from floor to ceiling.

It chanced as I had roamed one day
A little story crossed my way—
From comedy to sermon,
"Twas writ in simple German.
A little story, but beneath

There lay a mighty moral,
Whereon I cut my wisdom teeth,
As babies do on coral.

So lovers who bewail your doom,

And sigh for Dulcinea,
Cease for a while to fret and fume,

And try my panacea.

And wives, if you have any fears

That aught herein amiss is,
Stop with your hands your husbands' ears,
And stop their mouths with kisses.
Not over smooth my heroine-

Thy name unto the rhymer,
Such as it was I'll put it in--
Matilda Guggenheimer.

But one there was to whom that name
Was sweet as Christmas carol-

As sweet as ever streams that came Adown a treacle barrel.

I will not tell you how he woo'd;
Enough: I sped his wooing;
His softest plaints were all pooh-pooh'd,
And vain his warmest suing.

Alas! that from those ruby lips

Came no responsive music

The heart of Frederick William Schnipps Beneath his waistcoat. grew sick.

He saw another's suit preferred,
Another's suit accepted-

She gave another swain her word,
And what was worse, she kept it.

He met his faith in anguish dumbRemonstrance had been idleForth went he ere the day was come Appointed for the bridal.

Forth went he, and for weary years

Despair his only guerdon; He bore his sorrows, while his tears Still heavier made his burden.

Ten weary years—the usual time

For woeful lovers' travel

He roamed from Brunn to Hildesheim, From Danube's flood to Havel.

But as the blood-besprinkled spot
1 Is haunted by the victim,
So spell-bound, as it were, he sought
The place where she had kicked him.

Again he sought the fatal shore

On which his hopes were stranded; All open stood the well known door (The floor was freshly sanded.).

Deep brooding o'er thy lot, O! man,

And o'er thy lot, O! lover, He sank upon the ottoman(It had a worsted cover.)*

And as he sate he sang a dirge,

Which would have been sublimer, But one strain only could emerge

Matilda Guggenheimer..

And as he sate and crooned away,
A sad-eyed stranger entered,
The woes of many a hapless day
Upon his brow concentred.

Straight ceased the wail monotonous;
Quoth each unto the other,
"A kindred fate hath brought on us
Some like mishap, my brother."

Then outspoke Frederick Will-i-am :
"My woe is from a woman;
Though you may think I silly am,
You'll pity, if you're human.

"Ten years agone I left this spot,
To try if there were virtue
In absence. 'For,' said I, ‘if not,
At least it cannot hurt you.'

"Ten years are gone, but I have found Nought that would give my smarts ease; It groweth not on mortal ground,

The true celestial heart's ease.

"Her voice, her face, her flaxen hair, Her figure trim and jaunty,

They haunt me, taunt me everywhere,
In palace and in shanty.

"What though decay her form enclasp,
And poverty begrime her,
I'll love unto my latest gasp.
Matilda Guggenheimer.

"I've laid my nostrums on the shelf,
My ill is past enduring,

And I am come to kill myself,

As there's no hope of curing.

"There is a stream below the town,
By which I once besought her,
And there my weary self I'll drown
Beneath the chilly water."

Grim smiled the sad-eyed one thereat,
Nor long his answer tarried:
"Your coming here is very pat;
Just wait till I can get my hat,
And I will join you quick as that—
I am the man that, verbum sat,
Miss Guggenheimer married."

FLOATING POPULATION.-"You have a considerable floating population in this village, haven't you?" asked a stranger of one of the citizens of a village on the Mississippi."Well, yes, rather," was the reply; "about half the year the water is up to the second story windows'.'

From Chambers' Journal.

OUR SPARE ROOM.

we are in what one may call easy circumstances that is, we should be so, if it were not for that extra chamber, which, for my part, and although it does look so When Mivins and myself first began life spruce and elegant, I wish were walled up, as a married couple, there was nothing or thrown into the dining-room (as it might upon which we prided ourselves more in be, only that they say the doing away with our nice little house in Vandeleur Terrace the party-wall would bring down the than upon its Spare Room, Every apart-house),, for really the trouble it has cost ment in that modest mansion was dear to me, and the expense has been to poor us, and had cost me many a tear. Mivins dear Mivins, nobody knows. bad left the furnishing of it to me from the very first, and nobody can tell, who has not experienced it, what a trial that is. What a responsibility is druggets and bed furniture, and dining-tables and easy-chairs, and gilt mirrors, which you must have, if a house is to be a house, and chandeliers which need a bag to put them into, if they are to bear looking at after the first week, down to the rolling-towel in the back-appointing—and provide an apartment in kitchen, which-talk of the excellence of machinery in these days!-either does not roll, nine days out of ten, or else comes down with a run.

What I should be most particular about in the way of advice to all young people setting up housekeeping, and especially in town, is this: Whatever house you take, my young friends, whether big or little, be sure you have no such thing as a Spare Room. If you must look out for contingencies-and nothing's worse, as far as my experience goes, or so likely to prove dis

advnce, as it were, at least don't furnish it. Then you can say to all friends from the country who write to say that they are coming through Town-always "through," even if they stop a week-that you would be above all things delighted to receive them, only you have no extra sleeping accommodation whatever. Of course, they will reply that anything will do for them; that you may litter them down where you

However, as I say, we furnished our house, and especially that Spare Room. It had statues on the mantel piece, although it was but a bedroom, and a picture of the Battle of Waterloo, two feet by three, and a fly-catcher, and a sofa, with an antimacassar which Grandmamma Grueby work-please; that they know how to rough it, ed herself, and took three and a half years and only require that welcome which they about it, off and on, in expectation of my are well aware they will receive at your marriage-day. Moreover, the bed shut up, hands, &c. The variety of ingenious selfand didn't look like a bed unless you invitations which these good people give knew; and there was a wooden cap that themselves is most extraordinary. But to fitted over the washing-table; so that alto- all of them you can reply, with truth, that gether when a party had got up, and the place it is a thousand pities, but you have no was put in order, you might have inquired Spare Room. Ah, happy pair, who have whether it wasn't the drawing-room. If received a hint to this effect while there matters had turned out different, this might was yet time, and profited by it! There have been the nursery, perhaps; but that is a bachelor of my acquaintance who has was not to be, and our Spare Room it was, adopted this course in respect to his drawand is, and in all probability will remain ing-room; it is a very beautiful apartment, so long as we stop in Vandeleur Terrace-but entirely unfinished, with the trifling and we have a lease of the house for exception of a wreath of plaster-flowers ninety-nine years, I believe. However, of on the ceiling, above the place where the course, when we took the place we could chandelier is expected to hang. He enternot tell what might happen, and it was of tains his unmarried friends, and smokes in no use hiring a house only just big enough all his rooms indifferently; but, when he for ourselves and no more; and so that's is called upon by ladies, he takes them into how we came to have our Spare Room. the drawing-room, and remarks: "When We are not rich people, Mivins and I; but I marry, this shall be furnished exactly as

hour the noise altogether ceased, and long afterwards our belated guest let himself in quite easily. At breakfast, however, hę explained the circumstance, very much to his own satisfaction, at least.

the lady of my choice shall direct-who,) of a kennel for a little dog that can stand indeed, shall also have her way in ever in a corner of that apartment, as he dares other particular." It is extraordinary how not let it sleep out of his sight. Dick is respected that inan is in domestic eircles, certainly a great change after Aunt Bertha; although he has not the most distant inten-but, indifferent guest as she was, I can tion of marriage, and would not exchange scarcely say he is an improvement. He the privilege of smoking in his bedroom keeps hours which, except that they are (as he had once the indelicacy to confide always late, are very uncertain, and is not to me) for five and forty wives. There is, to be trusted to extinguish the light in the therefore, nothing more advantageous and lobby, nor even to put the chain up, after cheaper than an unfurnished room; while he has got in-when he does get in-a feat to married persons of small income it is which he sometimes finds a little difficult. indispensable. If they once furnish their I don't mean to say he gets tipsy; but he Spare Room, it is all over with them-is so unused to latch-keys, that he will their house is made a hotel of at once. fumble for half an hour at the front door"Knowing you have a Spare Room," while Mivins and I lie terrified with the writes Aunt Bertha, "I make no apology idea that it is burglars. The last time this for craving your hospitality for a few days. occurred, we felt the more certain of this, The May meetings begin at Exeter Hall on | inasmuch that after about a quarter of an the 14th, and I would not miss that dear good man, Mr. Howler, upon any aecount; it is uncertain when his address will be delivered, but perhaps Mr. Mivins will be so good as to procure me this information." Aunt Bertha does not think much of poor dear Mivins in his spiritual character, although she never dares breathe so much to me, who know his real worth, and what a genuine good creature, without one half penny worth of cant, he is; but she puts great faith in his information regarding everything metropolitan, ever since he once put her into a 'bus which dropped her at the very door of Mr. Spurgeon's Tabernacle. It is a very difficult matter hole?" for my husband, who is only concerned "Yes, it was me," replied Dick, coolly; with city matters, to find out about Mr." and I must say, cousin, that if you heard Howler, whose name he has never heard my frantic efforts to obtain admittance, you in his life; but this is the least of the evils might have sent Mivins down to let a felAunt Bertha's coming occasions us. The low in. house is placed under religious martial law for a week certain, and the servants unanimously give us warning after the first twelve hours of her.

"I may not be clever," said Dick; "but I do think I am sagacious. You would not have imagined now, Mivins, how the simple habit of observation alone preserved me from passing last night in the streets. I arrived at your hospitable door at about 12:15, and it utterly refused to open

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"Then it was you, Dick, was it," interrupted I, indignantly, "who kept us awake for hours scrabbling at the key

"But we thought it was thieves," expos tulated my husband; "and besides, there was that horrid dog of yours in the Spare Room, which you told me yourself, when Then my cousin Dick informs us, by let-it once got hold a man's leg, would never. ter, that he would not stoop to ask a favor let go." of any other persons in the world but ourselves his character being, as we know, independent to a fault; but that he is very anxious to exhibit a terrier at the Islington dog-show, and feeling sure that we should never forgive his putting up at an inn, why, he will make use of our Spare Room; and he ventures to say that we have some sort

"That is very true," replied Dick, proudly. "A hot poker put close to his nose would be the sole method of persuading him to part company, and I suppose such an instrument could not have been procared at that late hour. However, it was I who was at the door; and the latch key which I had carried so carefully in my

waistcoat pocket had got itself stuffed up your hospitality, I thanked him, and returnwith a flucy substance, and the harder Ied it to him in company with a shilling. poked it into the keyhole, the harder that But for my habit of observation, you see, I obstruction became. Perhaps it was a lit- might have remained out of doors all tle later than 12:15 night; for nothing would have induced me

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"It was half-past two, Dick," remarked to have called you up-my character be I, parenthetically.

ing, as you know, independent to a fault."

Dick never occupied our Spare Room again; we had had enough of his habit of observation and independence of character, as well as of Aunt Bertha's spiritual despotism. We did not indeed selb off the furniture of that unfortunate apartment which was always leading us into so much trouble and expense; but we did a bolder · thing still-we invited Uncle Trotter to come and live with us.

"Was it, really, cousin? How wonderfully quick the time does pass in London! Well, at all events, there was nobody to be seen or heard. Vandeleur Terrace was as silent as our farm-yard in the country before cock-crow, and I could hear myself apostrophizing that latch-key as plainly as though I was in our wall garden with the echo. I whistled down the barrel of it; but I might just as well have whistled for a wind. I knelt down and knocked it Uncle Trotter was perhaps one of the against the door-step; but I might as well most disagreeable persons alive, and was have tried to make a rabbit bolt by jump-very sincerely abhorred by every member ing on the mouth of its burrow. If I'd of his family, as well as by his relations only had a scarf-pin, I could have picked by marriage, including Miyins himself; the thing clean in half a minute; but then my scarf-pin had been stolen about two hours before by a very gentlemanly person who had asked me the way to St. Paul's Churchyard. Then all of a sudden I remembered that, three streets off or so, I had seen a solitary policeman amusing himself with a—no, not with a toothpick; but with a pin instead of a toothpick."

but at the same time he was greatly respected and caressed. His wealth was said to be untold, and his constitution was thought to be not worth a year's purchase, This latter notion was altogether delusive, for various members of the family had already welcomed him to their hearths and homes, and he had lived with them gratis for considerable periods, only to leave them not in a hearse, but in a huff. for some “I other rival relative, whose speculation was doomed in its turn to turn out quite unfor tunately. Besides his own intrinsic demerits, there was this additional disadvan tage in entertaining the old gentleman, that it placed you at daggers drawn with everybody else who had any expectations from him. "See how those crafty Mivinses have got hold of dear Uncle Trotter," was the general remark in the family, I. know, directly he came to Vandeleur Terrace; and this feeling was especially fo mented by Cousin Graspall, from whom

"Dick," said I, " don't be vulgar." Certainly not, cousin," said he. had reflected upon passing him that it was an ungenteel occupation; but had foreborne to make any remonstrance, on aocount of his having nothing else to do. Now I blessed my stars that I had not made him my enemy by any such rebuke. Threading my way carefully back, I found him at the exact spot where I had left him, and engaged in the same occupation. "Policeman,' said I, 'my latch-key is stuffed up-have you got such a thing as a pin?' for I thought that any more direct reference to the instrument so obiously in his possession might be considered offen-we bore him away almost at his last gasp, sive to his dignity.

as they affirmed, and just when they were about to reap, in his will, the harvest of many months of servility and inconve nient hypocrisy. He came to us, however, immediately upon our invitation, without repaying them a shilling for all the expense that he had been to them, and with

"Sir,' said he, 'I have got half a dozen;' and he exhibited a seam of his coat quite studded with those articles. Without entering into the very interesting question of why he carried so many pins, I selected one of them, and, having removed the obstacle that prevented me from enjoying a number of handsome presents that these

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