The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1858-06-10

there was notion, either on the part of that
admirable humorous artist or of nv visitor, Il
forget which, that Nmrod Club the mem.
bes OF which were to go out shooting, fishing,
and 90 forth, and getting themselves into diff
cutties through their want of dexterity, would
be the best means of introducing these.
I objected, on consideration that, although
born and partly bred in the country. was no
great sportsman, except in regard to ali kinds
of socomotion that the ideawas not novel, and
had been already much used that it would be
infinitely better for the cuts to arise naturally
out of the text and that should like TO take
my own way, with free range of English
scenes and people, and was afraid that should
ultimately do so in any case, whatever course
might prescribe to myself at starting. NY
views being deferred to, l thought of Mr..
Piekwick, and wrote the first number-from
the proof sheets of which Mr.. Seymour made
his drawing of the Club, and that happy por.
trait of its founder, by which he is always rec.
ogaised, and which may be said to have made
hita a reality.
81 connected Mr.. Pickwick with club, be.
cause of the original suggestion, and put in
Nh. Wrinkle expressly for the use of Mr. Seymour
We started withs number of twenty -four pages,
instead of thirtytwo, and four illustrations, 10
iiea of couple. Mr.. Seymour's sudden and
lalnented death, before the second number was
published, brought quick decision upon q
point already in agitation: the number became
one of thirty-two pages, with two illustrations
and remained 80 to the end. Ny friends told
mo it was a low, cheap form of publication, by
which should ruin all my rising hopes; and
how right my friends turned out to be, every
body knows. Boz my signature in the Morn.
nag Chronicle, appended to the monthly cover
OF, this book, and retained long aferward, was
the nickname of a pet child, younger brother
whom / had dubbed Moses, in honor of the
Vicar of Wakefield, which being facetiously pro
nCuced through the nose, became Boses, and
being shortened, became Boz. 'Bcz' was q
familiar household word to me long before
Yves an author, and so / came to adopt it."
My son Larrie, when he was wee boy,
th-eeyear-old, had, as most boys of his age
than have an exalted idea of manhood, and g
great desire TO be man, or at least big boy
One evening, just after sunset, when his mother
had put him to bed, retired to his bed room
to enjoy a new book with greater quietness than
could obtain elsewhere in the house. After
lying quite still for the space of ten minutes
he,suddenly exclaimed:
." Pa don't you think Pm growing bigger "
Certainly, my son."
y Do you think I'll grow more if l stretch
myself out on my back, so, PAP" suiting the
action to the words.
e" Try it, Larrie, and see."
SO Larrie stretched himself out to his gre a.
est length, occasionally raising his head and
looking at his toes, and excaiming,
"Ony just see how long Pm gettingl"
: After making several such remarks about
bis increasing longitude, he exclaimed, sud
denly
"Oh, Pa, do jist come ere a mint
Running to the bed, inquired what was the
matter.
"Ony feel here" he said, rubbing his tiny
fingers over his cheek and chin, show rough
it's gettin' here."-Harper's Magazine.
Charles, four-year-old, rambling in iht
woods with Pa" saw a tree torn up by the
roots, and asked, "Who cut it down 2" Fl,
was told, God did it. Presently they came t.
to one recently feled by the woodlands axe
when the little fellow exclaimed
"God did net cut that tree down."
How do you know?"
lie don't make chips" was the naive reply
l have often laughed at simple inciden
which occurred some years ago in my father
family. A little sister, four or five years @
age, Though now the "eternal years of Goo
are hers" was amusing herself by overseeing
her brother, who was digging worms for bait
After some time, he exposed to view a reptil,
Of such Unusual size as to call forth the ex
clsmstion,
Halo that's whopperl"
"Wby, William" said Lizzie, ais that
whopper? l thought it was a worm"