Year: 1872

a small, naked, crawling child, and a piece Of
sugar-cane.


From neighboring shop. sounds Of animated
conversation strike upon the ear. A grain mer.
chant, surrounded by little bags of corn and boxes


of -four, is sitting in remote corner Of his shop,


wrapped up closely in dirty white cloth, and


without moving his hands. is raising his head to
suck the fragrant hookah. Half a dozen Of bis
clients are aGempting-to bargain with him, and
sitting in row on their hams in front, are all
talking at once. Proudly conscious Of his mo-
nopoly, he does not trouble himself to handy idle
words, but with all the patience of the Oriental


calmly waits till they have made up their minds
to pay his price for whatever they may happen 10
want. In the opposite corner, an enormously
obese old man is stretched out at full length,
sound asleep. This is the shopkeePers venerable
parent, who has retired from active life, and pen
stoned himself on his son. But we must peep
into tiny little place about the size Of a rabbits
hutch, next door to the grain-merehent's shop.
An aged gentleman, with huge brass-rimmed
spectacles is lingering delieately with wire for
ceps some hard, gray, little particles collected in
an iron dish. Presently he picks out one, and
applies it to a very small grindstone, the handle
of which be turns with his great toe. This is
jeweler, as you can see by the little papers Of
green and yellow Stones exposed on a board lying
beside him; and he is putting faces on rough gar
nets which have been brought to him by some Of
the neighboring villagers. His grandson fat,
little urcbin, in summer costume yard Of string
is sitting gravely in front Of him. reading out Of
a very ancient-lookng book in Hindi character.
1t is the whole library of the family, and the old
man has known it well since the day he first read


it to his graadpapa in the same ancestral little
shop. But still he appears to be interested, and
every now and then pauses in his work to ex-
claim, Wah! wah ' as an incident Of peculiar
interest is arrived at. To the Eastern mind,
novelty has no charms and book with which
the reader is familiar is regard, as an old tried
friend who will not disapPoiut by any unautici-
pated dullness, or disturb the mind by any IN
looked for brancy- Chambers Journal


A SHORT STORY FOR YouyG LADIES WIN
SMART LITTLE BRorHERs.-The moral to the fol-
lowing, told by the sufferer, is too apparent to
mention. Young ladies will hereafter run their
brothers out when gentlemen call. I'm certain
that l wished somebody would spank the young
rascal We talked Of mountains, hills, wales and
cataracts-I believe ! said waterfalls, when the
boy spoke up and said Why sisters got
trunk full Of them up stairs pa says they arc


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ror into me, and bushes into the cheeks Of my
fair companion. 1t began to be very apparent to
me that must be very guarded in what said,
lest the boy might slip in bis remarks at uncalled
for places in fact, turned my conversation to
him, and told him he ought to go home with me
and see what nice chickens we had in the coun-
try Unluckily | mentioned yoke Of calves my
brother owned. The word calves ruined all. The
little one looked up and said Sisters got
dozen pair of them, but she don't wear them on
ly when she goes up town on windy days"
" Leave the room you unmannerly little wretch
Leave immediately exclaimed Emily Il
know what you want me to leave thc- room for"
replied he. You can't fool me you want to
sit on that mans lap and kiss him like you
did Bill Simmons the other day. You can't fool
me l. jes tell you. Gin me some candy, ike he
did, and I'll 90. You think because you've got
the Grecian Bend that you're smart. Guess
know thing or two. I'm mad at you, anyhow,
because papa would have bought me a top yes
terday, if it hadn't been for gettin' them curls
dog on yer You needn't turn so red in the face,
cause can see the paint. There amt no use
winking with that glass eye Of yourn for l amt
going out O. here; now, that's what's the matter
with the purps. don't care if you are twenty
eight years old, you amt no boss o mine"