American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-06-20

heard, or perhaps Illuminating upon more Sc
cular subject, TO wit, the price o. wheat last
market-day, his reveries were broken in upon
by the entrance of his daughter Katharine,
who solicited his attention to ''the little angel
of fellow" she carried in her arms.
"More little angels, Kate? Why you brought
me four or FIVE last week to look at, and each
of those, according to your own showing at the
time, was, wings excepted, a miniature angel.
Whose bantling may this be2"
'Bantling, Papa. 1t is a little cherub.
am sure never saw handsomer boy, and so
large, too, Of Ills age and such a sweet temper
And TO call this little beauty bantng Fie,
! fe.n
! Luckily Rates Indignation found harm
less vent in lavishng perfect hurricane OF kiss
es upon the infant thus maligned; and then re-
lenting somewhat, she laid her childish charge
within her fathers arms, confident that the
loneliness Of her helpless iavorte was certain,
in the end, to win upon the fathers heart.
! The child smiled, stretched forth its dimpled
arms, and manifested the same degree of delight
in gazing on the ruddy countenance of its stall
wart nurse, as it would have evinced in the i'm
mediate contemplation OF ruddy fire.
"But you have not told me whose it is,
! kato.n
81 will do so, by and by. They say it is so
wonderfully like you, papa"
"1ou are chatter-box, Kate, and are al
ways wandering from the point. Once for all,
! whose is it?''
Kate glided to her fathers side, laid her soft
hand upon his brawny shoulder, and fixing her
eyes on his, with look of irresistible witchery
IA look that might have 'won an angel down
whispered:
"You won't be angry with me, if I..tell you?
! You'll promise me you WON'T"
"Oh, certainly; and in return, Kate, you
must promise me to leave off talking riddles,
and eschew romance and mystery"
"Well, then, papa SAID Kate, with the
grave and measured accents of one whose mind
is charged with some important secret the pro-
fundity of which the speaker is DESTROYS of i'm
pressing to the auditor, "it is your grandson, and
my very dear nephew, Philip Langley"
"My grandson-Phlip Langley"
eyes, papa, quite true: Philip and Mary are
in the village; the baby and are their embas-
sadors and,' she continued, in tones of min
ged jest and seriousness, hinging herself upon
her knees, eve humbly sue for their forgive
ness and crave'-
ga lasting treaty of peace" chimed in the
farmers gentle partner, as she entered the
apartment, and opportunely joined her plea to
Hates.
Philip was staggered. He had been taken at
advantage-out eneraled-beaten by strategy
wounded in vulnerable point: the child had
stormed his heart, and Kate and Rates mother
dexterously combined to batter down the citadel
of his supposed impregnable resolution. What
could he do2 Capitulate with good grace?-
Make Christmas day a day of festival, indeed,
and welcome home again discarded kin! Some
such suggestions conscience whispered to his
heart, and Philips better angel "whipt the of.
Tending Adam out of him." and forced him to
consent.
Kate (who petitioned for the post of messcn-
ger, as special favor and peculiar privilege
hurried Immediately to the keepers cottage for
her brother and his bride, and the delighted
trio reached the farm in almost breathless haste.
May we not pass over the meeting, and its
fearful, happy, varied and embarrassing CONGO
infants? You may be sure there was, at first,
perfect briny deluge-a copious overflow of
pearly tears, shining like beads of dew upon the
peachy cheeks OF Kate, and glistening like da-
monds in the lustrous eyes of pretty Mary
Langley: even the elder Philip caught the in
fiction, and brushed away two big round drop,
with as much vehemence as though they had
been ugly blood stains on his cheeks Rain
bow smiles presently succeeded to the showers,
ana LIlefG Was dill ufillllJuUC vi lldppy pOSSlpTy.
so much to be inquired-so much to be explain
ed-so much had happened-so many little
projects were presented for discusson-such an
opening of the flood gates of pent-up, suppress
scd affection; Hates arm, the while, wound
lovingly around Mary's waist, and her untring
tongue pouring into Mary's ear world of COR
fdential chit-chat, with the graceful sympathy
and total Unreserve Of girlhood-our farmer
fondlng his grandchild, while he held never
ending colloquy with PHIL and Mrs. Langley,
good soul! vibrating between the kitchen and
the parlor in such delightful lutter of excite
nent, that one almost feared she never would
regain her Old habitual equanlmty. Thus
hours flew by like moments, and when the
great hall clock rung out the dinner hour, the
saTory steam Of the roast turkey came floating
IN from the adjoining room, they one and all
protested that the flight of time was really ma
glcsl and then, with Mary ON his arm, our far
mer led the way to table, and never did the old
oak dinng-room at Broad Lea Farm gather
within its walls merrer, happier, or more
united group than that which made its echoes
ring with their exhuberant glee last Christmas
day.
SHAD FLIES. correspondent of the Ro-
chester Democrat, writing from Montreal, gives
a sad picture of the predatory habits of this in
sect
The shad hay, as it called here, is now OIL
visit. The air is full of them. No pedestrian
can 90 rod without his mouth being filled.
ventured out this morning, but was obliged to
tie handkerchief over my mouth. Myriads
swarm the river banks, and the accounts of the |
locuts of Egypt, seem nothing in comparison to
numbers. In the language OF the butler at our
hotel eff we omen the windows there will ha
no place for the guests to sit at the table" So
it seems. A gentleman has just entered the ho-
tel Office, SO completely covered that his gar
ments are hardly discernible. 1t is impossible
to tell whether he has gray, blue or black
clothes While am writing this paragraph,
the door has been opened three times, and |
nn.u cnnnt The larlnialt ON the nnll [ uritn with