Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-11-15
THE SCRAP BOOK.

Hawthorne tells us there Is some
thing pleasant, and of soft, winning
effect in this popularity of needle-
work, Distinguishing women from
men. Our own sex is incapable OF
any such by-play, aside from the
main business of life; but women
have always some little h%andiwork
ready to fill the tiny gaps of every
vacant moment. A queen, no doubt
sometimes plies the needle the wo-
man-poet cam use it as adroitly as
her pen, sending the little instrument
cleaning along the hem of a 'kerchief,
or to darn a casual fray in her dress.
Tie slender thread of silk or cot
ton keeps them united with the small,
familiar interests of life, and carry off
what would otherwise be a danger
Gus accumulation Of morbid sensibil-
ty. A vast deal of human sympathy
runs along this electric line, stretch
ing from the throne to the wicker
chair of the hnmblest seamstress, and
it Is a token of healthy characteristics
when DIN of high accomplishments
love to sew.
When the work falls in a woman's
Ian. and the needle involuntarily
ceases to fly, it is a sign OF trouble,
quite as trustworthy as the throb of
the heart itself.
SAN wELLER's FIRST Owe.
There was nobody in the kitchen
but the pretty house-maid Sans hat
was mislaid, and he had to look for it,
and the house-maid, in her anxiety
to find it, turned over ell the things
!. that were heaped together in a little
y corner by the door. 1t was an awk-
ward r You couldn't get at it
without shutting the door first.
ssThis is it, amt it?" said the pref
ty honse-msid.
isLet me look" said Sam.
The candle gave a very dim light,
and Sam was obliged to go down on
his knees before he could tell whether
it was his own hat. 1t was a remark
ably small corner, and $3.50 it was
no,,ody's fault but the man who built
the house-Sam and the house-maid
were pretty close together.
s.Yes, this is it, said Sam. "Good-
bye"
Goodbye" said the pretty house
maid.
Goodbye said Sam; and he
dropped the hat that had cost so much
trouble.
s'How awkward you are said the
house-maid you'll lose it again il
you don't take care"
SO TO prevent his losing it, she put
it on FOR him.
Whether it was that she looked sc
pretty as her face was raised to-
wards Sans or whether it was the
consequence of their being SO neal
together. is a matter of uncertainty
to this day, but Sam kissed her.
1sYou don't mean to say you die
that on purpose said the house
maid, blushing.
nNo, i didn't them" said Sam
shut I win now and he kissed he.
again.
"sam," ssid NJ. Pickwick, ~eailins
over the bannisters.
Coming, SIR" replied Sam, run
ming up stairs.
"How long you have been," SAT-
Mr.. Pickwick.
"There was somthing behind tn
door, sir, which prevented our gettinI
it open for ever so long, replies
Sam.
And this was the first passage {
Mr.. Weller's first love.
A SYMBOLIC MIRROR.
H.Many men would recoil fror
themselves, if they could see, whs
shrivelled wheat, what musty corr
what blighted grapes, what bite
plums, would be yielded every yea
if nature were no better, in its ordel
than they are in their human rel;
fions.
O, if a miser could only see VIII:
poor, gnarled, pinched crab-app
tree he would turn into if his spir
should sink to the rank he has taker
if the frctfui and morose a coul
look at the prickly pear, that is b
equivalent or if n man of deprave
principles could have a fair view
the deadly night shade, or the bii
tering upas he might turn into, l
more burning sermon could
preached than to force q man to loo
Tins into 9 symbolic mirror of hin
self"
IA woman turns the head of Il
Autrocrat of all the Russians" n
poleon said, referring to the Einper'
Alexander. stAh tho women in Il
world would not make me lose :
hour. The private life of a maj is
mirror In which we may see. maj
useful lessons reflected"
A LITTLE GIRLS SONG OF AUTUMN.
/.
The autumn has filled me with woI
der to-day,
The wind seems so sad, while I'll