The weekly ledger., 1857-04-18
JACKSON AMADoR SATURDAY MORNING. APRIL 49, is
Really I"-said he, backing towards the

" Really I"--said he backing towards the
door
Hence, direful cobIer," cried !, "and to
the infuriated winds below the story of thy
love- Bah p
He disappeared through the door and /
saw him not again, as John Bunyan writes
Serena laughed prodigiously As soon as he
was gone, my first impulse was to propose to
take the place of the departed, as a lover ;
my second impulse was to do no such thing,
and / didn't.
The rejected lover was vengeful man.
He reported Serena's conduct to a church
meeting, which was discussed, and commit
tee composed of the elder members of the
church appointed to wait upon her and talk
with her, which they did. She protested she
was guilty of nothing, for which she was sus-
pended for year.
Serena never married, and whenever we
meet we talk over the events of that time,
though they lost her a stupid husband She
lives in single blessedness, and laughs as heart
lily as ever She has very fine teeth.
A NOVEL 'WmrER's SYMPATHY. fol-
lowing anecdote Of Eugene Sue, author of
the Mysteries Of Paris, and other popular
French novels, is from a Paris correspondent
Of Boston paper:
Not many months since, Sue used to visit
almost daily, one Of the most fashionable la
dies in Paris, Madame de D, and hold
forth in her richly furnished boudoir the con-
dtion of the poor
"Do you ever relieve their distress?" ask
ed Madame de D, at the close of one
of these harangues.
"To a trihing extent" answered Sue; "but
though my gifts are small, they are always
cheerfnlly bestowed, l give one fourth Of
my income in aims"
That afternoon as he left the Cafe de
Paries, where he had been eating costly
dinner, an apparently old woman, clad in
rags prayed for charity.
$50 away was the stern reply.
!" But am starving; give me single cop
per to purchase bread With"
II will give you in charge of police Off
Ger, if you thus annoy me-"
You will |" said the bcggar, 'and yet
Monsieur Eugene Sue, you are the man who
writes about the miseries of the poor, you
are the working mans champion; you are"
"Who are you?" exclaimed Sue.
"Madame de D." was the reply;
and the distinguished lady stepped into her
carriage, which was in waiting, leaving the
novelist TO his reflections.
If you are young lady and are invited to
spend few weeks with friend, don't be
forever harping on what good cook your
mother is. 1t will be sure to make your
hostess feel unpleasant; which would you pre-
fer that she should take you to nice ride
among the hills, or that she should shut her
self up in the kitchen manufacturing forty
different kinds of cake for you? Do not
complain of the miserable cooking Of Mrs.
A. whom perhaps you have just visited-of
what inspid pies and puddings she makes and
the endless variety of ways in which she
serves up Goldfish. If you came so near
starving why did you stay so long? You had
no claims upon them. Is it right for you,
after sharing their hospitalties, perhaps for
weeks, to go away and ridicule their manner
of living? Shame on you'll | don't wish
anybody to come to see me simply to get
something good to eat. 1t degrades me so
in my own eyes to think that my table is my
only attraction. Epicures had better confne
their wishes to professional cooks - hotel
boarders are the easiest persons in the world
to entertain 1t is a luxury to have them
by our iresides.