The Van Buren press., 1860-02-03

/ HE New KEY Aunty,' said a little
girl, believe l have found kew to un
lock peoples hearts and make them so will.
ing for you know, Aunty, God took my
my father and my mother, and they want
people to be kind to their little daughter
What is the key 2? asked aunty.
Its only one little word---guess what 2
But aunty was no guesser.
/ 1t is please said the child if I ask
one Of the great girls in school, Please ia
show me my parsing lesson p she says, %.
yes,' and helps me. If ask Sarah, please
do this for me ? no matter, she'll take her
hands out of the suds. If ask uncle,
please he says. Yes. puss. if can,' and
If l say. please aunty''-
What does aunty do p asked herself.
Oh, you look and smile Just like moth
er. and that is best of ALL cried the little
girl, throwing her arms around aunty' q
4 neck, with tear in her eye.
/ Perhaps other children will like to know
about the key, and I hope they will see it
also; for there is great power in the little
kind courtesies of life.
How MUCH CoLp CAN MAN STAND p
The cold weather OF the past day or two has
brought up divers anecdotes of similar cold
snaps, among which gentleman in town
relates the following. Believing it never
to have been published, we venture its rela-
ton:
Some twotr three years since New York
Drummers.s had occasion to travel from
an inferior town in IOWA to railroad sta
ton some thirty miles distant. The wealth
CT was bitter cold, and the drummer I"
would fain have remained by the oak fire,
but circumstances and particularly bust
ness engagement, rendered it imperative that
he should reach the station the next day and
accordingly he put out on horseback no
other conveyance being obtainable.
lie struck across the broad prairie and in
the course of a few hours found himself at
least dozen miles tIom any house and the
solitude of the :. American Desert" The
| rider was bundled up in furs to an extent
that made him a mere package, but so cold
was the weather that under all these cover
ings he was on the verge of freezing
Soon after he met man mounted on a
shabby looking colt, which he guided with
halter. The stranger was dressed in q
s. hickory shirt" open at the neck, no vest,
tattercd wooden coat, whose sleeves reach
ed about half way to his hands which were
bare and mittenless, black and horny. His
thin, Kentucky Jeans pants We're vcnera-
Bile and not lacking in vcntiaiion-they
terminated some six inches from his feet,
which sans stockings, were encased in"bro-
gans, not less than 10 lbs. in weight, or
15s in size.
The stranger hove to- and inteyrogat-
cd = Coin far, stranger?'
- e'-~s.,f~--
Hev We got emmy tebakke? . was the
eIrogatory.
The Drummer hesitated-but polite
ness prevailed. He commenced unbund-
ling for the tebakke'
Pretty cold. isn't it 2 said he, as the
fierce winds with a clean sweep of forty
miles came howling by with a vim that
would have frozen dog.
The fellow took the pig tail, and as he
leisurely twisted off a mouthful, he cjacu
lated
Wal, yes, it is rather sarcher'
Gov. WISE AND CHARLoTTr.-Thc Phil
adelphia correspondent of the New York
Tribune tells the following:
Gov. Wise owns the woman Charlotte
who nursed, sucked and occasionally
spanked him-on the sly, Of course. This
faithful creature is now venerable old wo-
man, and being past sucking OF spanking,
in fact, having no more work in her is al
lowed to go to and fro when and where she
pleases, sort of privileged character, doing
and saying what she pleases, barring the
insolence. She even comes up to Philadel-
phia among the family Of Mr.. John Ser
geant, whose daughter was Mr. Wise's first
wife, and here she stays and potters about
till she gets tired of liberty, and then goes
back to old Virginia, there to get tired in
turn, and then to renew her visitation to
the family. A good many jokes are let off
on her. but she has all the spunk OF priv
ileged character. just now we happen to
be favored with her company. One of the
family coming into the parlor, and finding
Charlotte there, inquired of her in a sport
i've way who she belonged to now-if she
still belonged to Gov. Wise. mo, sir"
was the old woman's answer, 81 belongs
to nobody Henry A. Wise belongs to
me -
LoNa DREssEs.-The Autocrat of the
Atlantic Monthly throws off the following
But confound the make believe women
we have turned loose in our streets where
do they come from? Why, there isn't 6
beast or q bird that would drag its tail
through the dirt in the way these creatures
do their dresses. sBecausc a queen or a
duchess wore long robes on great occasions,
a maid of all work. Or factory girl, thinks
she must make herself nuisance through
the street, picking mp and carrying about
with her-hah! that's what | call getting
vulgarity into your bones and marrow
Making believe to be what you are not is
the essence of vulgarity.
Show over dirt is the one attribute Of vul-
gar people. If any man can walk behind
one of these omen, and see what she rakes
up as she goes, and not feel squeanash, he
has got strong stomach. / wouldn't let
one Of them into my house without serving
tLor,, a Ila,iI did Sanl a.. tho cnra of fh.,