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always grow on heads; and with a
troubled spirit, that worthy man took
his departure Cousin Mercy felt that
the last link was broken and Brother
Brittlesn concluded that it would never
do for a missionary's wife to wear false
curls. That red umbrella is now -four
ishing about somewhere among the
savages of the Feejee Islands.
Ireceived my two shillings and my
walking ticket very much at the same
time; my delightful company had
failed to give satisfaction. With the
wisdom of ripper years have often in
solitude mourned that little fdur pas of
my inexperienced youth; but alas. to
Cousin Mercy | might cry "peccavi "
in vain, and repeat the question: whats
in a namew
WoMAN's RIGHTs.-A Story Of Leap
YeGr.-Sam Smith sat at home on New
Year; day, in dlshabille. His beard
was unshaven. his hair uncombed, his
long boots were unblacked, and he was
leaning back, in picturesque attitude,
with his heels against the mantle
piece, smoking cigar. Sam thought
10 himself that. as it was leap year, how
glorious it would be if the ladies would
pop the question in accordance with
their ancient privileges.
As he sat watching the smoke which
so gracefully curled, his fancy glowed
with the idea, how delightful it would
be to have the dear creatures fondling
on him, and with their tender glances
endeavoring to do the agreeable.
As he meditated, his heart softened,
and he began TO feel a squeamish, a
womanish sensibility diffuse over his
feelings, and he thought he would faint
with propriety the first time lady
should squeeze his hand.
Rap, rap, rap, sounded at the door !;
Sam peeped through the Venetian
blinds
"Mercyp exclaimed he, if there
isn't Miss Jones-and | all dishabille,
and looking like fright! Good gra-
ciousl | must go right away and fix
myself"
As he left the room, Miss Jones en-
tered, and with a composed air, init
mated that she would wait. Miss Jones
was a firm believer in woman's rights,
and now that the season was propltious,
she determined to take advantage there
OF, and do little courting on her own
hook. 1t was one of woman's privi-
leges, which had been usurped by the
I.tvrant man, and she determined to
assert her rights in spite of the hollow
formaIities of the false system of So
ciety.
dearest, how beautiful you look," ,"
accompanying her words with a glance
of undisguised admiration.
"Spare the bushes of a young man."
said Sam, applying the cambria to his
face 10 hide his confusion.
"Nay, my love, why so coy2" said
Susan: "turn not away those beautiful
eyes, dark as jet, but sparkling as the
diamond. Listen to the vows of fond
affection. Here let US rest" drawing
him to the sofa. "there, with my arm
around thee, will | protect my true
Affection
"Leave, oh! leave me ~ murmured
Sam; "think of my youth and inexpe-
rience-spare my palpitating heart"
"Leave thee," said Susan, pressing
him closer to her" never, until the
story of restless nights, of unquiet
days of aspiration, fond emotions, and
undying love is laid before thee. Know
that for years / have nursed for thee a
secret passion. Need | tell you how
tsuch manly beauty moved me; how |
worshipped like sunfower in the luri'l
lights Of these raven tresses; how my
fond heart was entrapped in the meshes
of those magnificent whiskers; how |
would yield to the government of that
imperial; thy manners so modest so
delicate, enchanted me-joy 10 me-for
thy JOY was my Joy. My heart is ever
thine-take it-but first let me snatch
one kiss from those ruby lips"
The overwhelming feelings of the
delicate youth we're too strong, and he
tainted from excess OF Joy. Meanwhile
the enamored maiden hung fondly over
him, and
Slowly the eyes of Samuel Smith
opened-he gazed wildly about him
then meeting the ardent gaze of his
lover, he blushed deeply, and from be-
hind his handkerchief family faltered
out" Ask my ma"
Anecdote of Stephen Girard.-The
following anecdote, illustrative of the
late Stephen Girard, of Philadelphia, is