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CHURCH EDIFICES.

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FERN LEAVES.

NUMBER II.

Written for the New York Journal.

RAIN IN THE CITY.

fast, either in bed or at a late hour in the forenoon, is one to be lightly eschewed. Now, whether you are THE upper part of New York is dotted thickly with right or wrong is nothing to the purpose here; but the most novel and picturesque church edifices. A right or wrong, if your habit cannot be departed from, marked improvement has of late years been made in do not see what business you can have in the house this branch of architecture. The designs are generally breakfast, at the hour of eight or nine in the mornof a friend who chooses to have a family meal, called quaint and irregular, and many of them of exceeding ing. I remember a very excellent friend of ours, PATTER, patter, patter, down comes the city shower, beauty. We observe, too, with gratification, that trail- whose visits at Old Harbour were always looked for on dusty and heated pavements; gleefully the willow ing vines upon them are more frequent than formerly with half-expressed dislike by my mother and sisters, just because of the trouble he gave in this simple mattrees shake out their long, green tresses, and make The woodbine is mostly cultivated for this purpose; ter. Either all the day's arrangements had to be alter- their toilets in the little mirror pools beneath. The and we know of two or three churches whose whole cd, and ourselves rendered ravenous by waiting till ten little child runs out, with outspread palm, to catch the sides, turrets, and towers are mantled with the rich o'clock for breakfast, or a second breakfast had to be cool and pearly drops. The weary laborer, drawing a green of this most beautiful vine. How much more prepared for our lay-a-bed visitor. It was only bearable in our friend, because of his counterbalancing exlong, grateful breath, bares the flushed brow of toil; appropriate are these structures compared with the celiences and his rather advanced age; but I have boyhood, with bare and adventurous foot, wades Greek temples that it was the fashion to erect not heard of cases in which young men have been thus through gutter rivers forgetful of birch, and bread and many years since. Greek heathen temples for places of unreasonable. We pray you, reader, never to insult butter. Ladies skutter tiptoe, with uplifted skirts, to Christian worship! As for your friend by a breach of good manners so repugnant the shelter of some friendly omnibus; gentlemen, in to propriety and common sense. I say again, if you consistency, a marked example of that can be found in cannot conform to his household rules, keep at home, the independent consciousness of corduroys, take their a Greek temple in this city from which springs a tall unless he have given you a moral dispensation to set time, and umbrellas, while the poor jaded horses shake spire! his rules at nought. their sleek sides, but do not say neigh to their impromtu shower bath.

Not very consistent.

While upon this subject of church architecture we cannot refrain from relating an amusing story we have heard told of an uptown church. It appears that the design of the church in question was copied from an English one which had struck the fancy of the pastor during a European visit. The church is flanked by two square towers, one rising in full proportion and majesty, the other somewhat abbreviated in height, and tapering to a point, cone-like, with a covering of wood. No sooner was the edifice completed, and the vestry delighting in the quaint and novel design, when lo! from the identical church in England from which this was modelled there comes to them a petition begging for assistance to enable them to complete their unf.ished structure. It appeared that the short tower, with its cone-shaped covering, was not the taste or the design of the architect, but simply the consequence of the poverty of the parish.

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As with times of rising, so with times of resting. Most men of regular habits have a fixed time at which they choose to go to bed. Your friend may be one of The little sparrows twitter their thanks from the these; and though it may seem to you an extraordina- dripping eaves, circling the piazza, then laving their ry thing, that a man in his own house, should like to leave his parlor for his bed-room at ten o'clock, I do speckled breasts at the little lakelets in the spout. compel him either to sit up till twelve, or to leave you" the cool," with the philosophy of Diogenes. not know that you, as his guest, have any business to Old Towser lies with his nose to the door mat sniffing to sit up alone. It may possibly be true that you have Petrarch sits in the parlor with his Laura, too happy no notion of going to bed so early; but as you are not when some vivid lightning flash gives him an excuse compelled to sleep at all in your friend's house, your notions should, for the time, give place to his. for close quarters. Grandpapa puts on his spectacles, It may be, reader, that at some time or other you walks to the window, and taking a look at the surmay be the guest of a friend who, intent on treating charged clouds says, "how this rain will make the you hospitably, will be willing to stretch a little becorn grow." The old maid opposite sets out a single yond the bounds of ordinary prudence, in giving you a such a case, and under such circumstances, to "put a blossoms. Forlorn experimenter! even a spinster's right hearty welcome. We strongly advise you, in geranium, scraggy as herself, invoking some double knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appe- affections must centre somewhere. tite" Restrain thyself, as it were with a sword See that little pianofore mariner stealing out, with hanging over thy head, from all excess. words, Take heed, lest at any time your hearts be one eye on the nursery window, to navigate his pasteovercharged with surfeiting and drunkenness, and so board boat in the street pools. There's a flash of sunthat day come upon you unawares,' be a knife to thy shine! What a glorious rainbow! The little fellow throat. Rather be so abstemious that thy craving ap- tosses his arms aloft, and gazes at it. Ten to one, the “A MAN that hath friends must show himself friend-petite will begin to cry out, than indulge thyself in voluptuousness." little Yankee, instead of admiring its gorgeous splenly," says the inspired proverb; and among the pleador, is wishing he could invert it for a swing, and sures of life, hallowed by many cherished associations, seizing it at both ends, sweep through the stars with is that which is derived from the kindly and welcome the more ready you are to accept of their offers, and.it. Well, it is nothing new for a child to like "the visits of our friends. Nevertheless, it does sometimes happen that social intercourse is marred by slight circumstances; and it may be that here and there a young and inexperienced visitor at the house of a friend will be none the worse for a gentle hint or two respecting this branch of social ceremony and morality. In the first place, dear reader, take care that your visits be well-timed. It is not always that our best the contrary, not to be invited without due reflection: saint into the light of heaven. friends desire our company. Therefore, don't pack up to entertain one of them is a serious business; and as your carpet-bag, and start off, without a day's notice, or an hour's, and take your friend's house by storm, whether or not he can conveniently receive you. It may be that his time will be too valuable to him to be yielded even to friendship; or that domestic afflictions or domestic arrangements may make a visit from you or any one else unseasonable; or that the chamber you had calculated on occupying is pre-occupied. In DUCERS. short, there are a hundred circumstances, which, in a changing world like ours, may reasonably mar the pleasure of a visit unexpectedly paid; and though your friend may be too much your friend, or too polite, to show discomposure at your sudden inburst, he may, nevertheless, and with reason, wish you had remained

"As to friends," writes one who knew what he was writing about, "they will say nothing to you: they will offer you indulgence under their roofs; but in fact, the better taste you discover, the less they will like you, and the sooner they will find means of shaking you off; for besides the cost which you occasion them, people do not like having critics sitting in judgment on their bottles and dishes. Water-drinkers are laughed at; but it has always seemed to me that they are amongst the most welcome of guests, and that, too, though the host be by no means of a niggardly turn. Your notorious lovers of good cheer' are, on

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milky way.”

Fair weather again! piles of heavy clouds are drifting by, leaving the clear blue sky as serene as when "the morning stars first sang together." Nature's gems sparkle lavishly on glossy leaf, and swaying branch, on bursting bud and flower; while the bow of peace melts gently and imperceptibly away, Like the dying

Oh, earth is gloriously fair! Alas! that the trail of the serpent be over it all! FANNY FERN.

One more hint, and I have done. Avoid TREACHERY. We do not think that the view from the Latting Those who enter a friend's house as VISITORS, should Tower is equal to the one from Trinity church steeple. not remain in it as SPIES, or go away from it as TraDon't be among those "busybodies.in other It is true that from the tower the view takes in a men's matters" who canno? or will not be beholden to picture From this latter point you look down upon a friend's hospitality, without returning evil for good, the rivers that appear almost at your fect, silvering in by making sport of that friend's peculiarities, or retail- the sunlight, and thick with swiftly speeding vessels. ing petty scandal concerning himself or his family, or abusing his confidence to his injury. If you have The whole expanse of the bay, with its noble indented "itching ears" and a nimble tongue, keep yourself to shores, is before you on one side, and the busy throbyourself; don't give yourself a chance of perpetrating bing city on the other. You look down also upon BroadThen again, if you cannot or will not conform to the mischief which no after repentance will repair. I habits and customs of your friend's household, if they could say a good deal on this subject, "but a word way, and can survey its entire length with all its life be different from your own; or if you have obstinate to the wise is enough," and I have reached the end of and animation. From the Tower, the city only appears habits from which you will not, for a short time even, my paper before I have got to the end of my theme. a mass of chimneys and roofs. Beneath you is the be divorced; in either case your best plan will be to Therefore, dear reader, as a loving and welcome visi- Crystal Palace beautiful in "dizziness of distance," keep at home. For instance, and to put the case hy-tor, and before you tire of my company, I, for this but there is not that concentration of many objects, pothetically, as highly improbable, but not quite im- time, shake you heartily by the hand, and say Fareand places of interest within a brief space as at possible, you may be addicted to late rising, and by no well. means can be persuaded that a habit of breaking your Trinity.

at home.

* Copbett.

Contributed to the New York Journal.

LOVED AND LOST.

In the dark still hours of midnight,
When the weary of earth are still,
I view on the disc of Remembrance
Scenes that causeth my heart to thrill.
Away in the shadowy distance,

With cradle, and rattle, and toy,
And a dear little white foot all shoeless,
Lies the pride of the house-my boy.
Beside him, with childish laughter,
Stands another, with curly hair,
That steals o'er her neck and shoulders,
And over her forehead fair:
And forth from her long dark lashes,
That shadow a rosy cheek,
Peeps a dark blue eye full of frolic,
Even more than her arched lips speak:
And near, with fairy-like motion,
Moves Zuè, my firstling-my joy,
Pet Zue and Ida, the beauty-

And the darling, my own baby boy.
Strewn around are the gay autumn flowers,
Chrysanthemums, aster and all ;
And cold blows the wind of November,
And fast the bright rain-drops fall;

And still in his cherub-like beauty,

Free alike from both sorrow and pain,
Lies the darling-no warmth from my bosom
Can arouse him to action again.

I bowed 'neath the mountain of sorrow
That avalanched down on my heart,
Crushing, and bruising, and tearing,
Each joy of my nature apart.

I asked not of Friendship her murmurs
Of sympathy pure and sincere;
What cared I, the wing of the angel
Of Death overshadowed me here.

One day in the dreary winter,
When twilight was gathering around
The folds of her star-gemmed curtain
To shadow the frozen ground,

I sat in my tearful anguish,

And told of that land above,

Where my nestling had fled in autumn
To dwell with the God of love.
Outspake then my darling Ida,
While her eyes seemed filled with joy,
"Mamma, may I go Heaven

And live with your baby boy?
And, mamma, do you remember
How he stood by my little chair,
And kissed me over and over,

And played with my curly hair?
Oh, baby was full of mischief,
And his eyes were roguish and blue;
Mamma, he has gone to Heaven,
May I not to Heaven go too?"
Days rolled away, and the spring time
Came on with its gentle showers,
Loosing the frosty fetters

That bound down the beautiful flowers;
But my Ida lay moaning and writhing,
On her couch. in fever and pain:
Oh! never, earth's lovely flowers,
Shall my darling gather again."

They parted the spring's first flowers,
And laid her adown to sleep
Close by her baby brother,

While we could only weep --
Not that her sorrows were ended,

That her crown of light was won,→
But that we were weary watchers
Afar from the Father's throne.

When the shadows of even deepen
And the rose leaves by zephyrs are stirred,
I hear a low flute-like murmur,

It sounds not like streamlet or bird.
And, with wet eyes upturned, I listen,
Catching sounds from a purer sphere,
Gentle voices that whisper "mother,
Oh, come to us, mother dear.
Here amaranth flowers are blooming;
Earth hath not one so fair;
Time is one circle of gladness,
Without a sorrow or care;
And shapes of Immortal beauty
Throng this bright world of Love:
Come to the angel's home, mother,
Come to our home above."

And oft in the shadowy distance
Two little hands appear,
Beckoning me on, and upward,
Away to another sphere.

And I wait in tearful anguish

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GIUDETTA-A ROMAN TALE.

tion deep, overwhelming as I had felt and understood so painfully, such as alone could suffice to me, such as

to give wildly

NE of my young friends, a talented artist, had betachment to a young peasant girl of Albano, named That evening in effect, I took A- aside; I related Giudetta, who came sometimes to Rome to offer her to him the agonizing scene I had witnessed, entreatclassic head as a model to the pencils of our most skil-ing him to grant the unfortunate creature an interview ful painters. The ingenious grace of the child of the which alone could save her. "Seek," said I, "some mountains, the beautiful and candid expression of her more efficient and correct information; I will wager features, had rendered her the object of a species of my right hand, my existence, you are now making her worship among our artists, which the admirable re- the victim either of error or designing villany. Beserve of her conduct in her station of life wholly justi- sides, if all my arguments are unavailing," and I lookfied. ed at him sarcastically; "as an artist, I can assure you that her despair is the most admirable effect you ever beheld, and one of the most dramatic things imaginable; take a sketch of her, if only as an object of art."

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Come, come, you plead so well," he replied, with a warmth that he never evinced but when the interest of his art was concerned, "that I yield-I will see in two hours hence some one who can throw the clearest light upon this ridiculous affair. If the key is not in my door, it will be a sign that my suspicions are wellfounded, then, I beg you never more to mention the matter. Now let us speak of something else; how do you like my new studio!"

From the very day that my friend A- appeared to take a pleasure in seeing her, Giudetta left Rome no more; Albano, its fine lake, its delightful scenery, were exchanged for a small and obscure chamber which she oceupicd in the Transtevere with the wife of a poor artizan, whose children she took care of. Pretexts were never wanting for her to make frequent visits to the studio of her bello Inglese. One day I found her there, A- was seated gravely before his easel, pencil and pallette in hand; Giudetta crouched at his feet like a spaniel at those of his master, watched his every look with intensity of interest, now listening with suspended breath to his every word, then rising with a bound to place herself oppo- "Incomparably better than the old one, but the view site to him, contemplated him with delight, and threw is not so fine from the window; in your place, I should herself on his neck in fits of convulsive laughter. have kept the garret, were it only to see the Cross of wholly lost to all reflection of disguising from me her | St. Peter's and the Tomb of Adrian." mad affection.

To show thus to me her happiness-to me-I who had loved as madly, who saw myself in Giudetta, and to whom the sight made my fatal isolation more cruelly felt! Alone, alone!" I again said to myself, as when in St. Peter's, "alone in the world, without a heart!" My eyes became dim, I felt the muscles of my chest begin to swell-I hurried out. Who would have told me then, that there is such a thing as jus

tice!

For several months the happiness of the young Albanese was without a cloud; but jealousy, that bane to human felicity, came at length to blight it. Doubts, cruel doubts were awakened in the mind of Aupon the fidelity of Giudetta; from that moment he closed his door upon her and obstinately refused to see her. Giudetta, struck with a mortal blow by this sudden rupture, gave herself up to the most abject despair. In the hope of meeting A- she would sometimes wait for him on the promenade of Zincia, from rise to set of sun; she refused all consolation, and became in her manner and language more gloomy and abrupt. I had already uselessly endeavored to soothe her mind; whenever I met her, her mournful countenance, heretofore so radiant with love and beauty, bowed down and bathed in tears, filled me with grief, and I could only turn away my eyes and retire, with a sigh of compassion. One day, however, I met her walking with extraordinary agitation near the banks of the Tiber, on an elevated precipice called Poussin's Walk. Well, Giudetta! where are you going?" No answer was returned. "You will not answer me?" Still she replied not. "As I live you shall go no further, I foresee you are about to commit some act of rashness"

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"Ah! do you not know that he will see me no more-that he no longer loves me-that he believes I deceive him? Can I live after that? No, I go to drown myself!"

"Oh! there you are again in the clouds; by-the-by, taiking of clouds, let me light my cigar. Well, now I'm off to make those inquiries. Good evening; tell your protégé," said he, with a look of peculiar and searching cast, "of my final resolution. I am curious to see who is the dupe." The next morning Giudetta came very early to my lodgings: I was yet asleep; she was at first afraid to interrupt my repose; but, boiling with impatience, she seized a guitar, and struck three cords, which awoke me. Ön turning round in my bed, I perceived her standing near my pillow, overcome with emotion. beautiful she looked! Hope beamed upon her ravishing face, through the brown tinge of her complexion I saw her impassioned blush; she trembled in every

limb.

Heavens!

How

"Well, Giudetta, I think and hope he will receive you; if the key is in his door, it is a token that he forgives you; if he is worthy of such a love he will, and-"

The poor girl interrupted me with a cry of joy, threw herself upon my hand, kissed it with transport, sighed deeply, sobbed, and precipitated herself out of my room, bestowing upon me, by way of thanks, a smile so exquisitely sweet in its expression that it seemed to illumine my very being with its enchantSome hours after I had risen, A- entered ment. my room, and in a cold, grave tone of voice, said to me, "You are right, I have discovered my error; but why is she not come, then? I awaited her."

What, not come? Why, she left here this morning, half mad with the hope I had given her. She must have been at your place five minutes afterwards." "I have not seen her; and, nevertheless, I left the key in my door."

"Good God! I forgot to tell her that you had changed your studio. She must have gone to your rooms on the fourth story, not knowing that you were on the first. Away! let us run !"

We rushed to the upper story of A's house. The door of the room was locked; in the panel was deeply fixed the silver spada which Giudetta wore in her hair, and which A-recognised with horror; it was the one he had presented to her. We ran to the Transtevere-she was not there; to her own lodging

neither was she there; to the Tiber; to Poussin's Walk; we inquired of every person whom we metno one had seen her. At length we heard voices in violent altercation. We reached the spot whence the noise proceeded. Two herdsmen were fighting for the white fazzoletto of Giudetta which the unhappy Albanese had torn from her head and cast on the ground before precipitating herself, into the rolling Tiber.

Upon this she uttered the most heart rending cries, I saw her cast herself upon the earth, writhing with anguish, and uttering imprecations against the vile authors of her misfortunes, till, when worn out with suffering, I besought her, on my knees, to promise me that she would subdue her agony, and become tranquil until the next day, engaging myself solemnly to make a last attempt on her behalf with the infiexible A"Listen, then, my poor Giudetta, I will see him this night; I will tell him all that unfortunate pasyour sion and the pity which it inspires me with can suggest to obtain his forgiveness. Come, Giudetta, tomorrow morning to my lodgings, I will then let you know the result of my endeavors, and what it is necessary you should do to regain his final confidence. Should I not succeed, as there will then be effectually nothing better for you to do—the Tiber is still there." In the knowledge of God is the only true wisdom; "Oh! Signor, you are kind, I will do what you re- in the service of God, the only true freedom; in the quire;" and a ray of hope, illumined like the light- love of God, the only true felicity and these are all ning's flash her mournful face-in that moment I so vast, that though they have their seed-time on would have given worlds to have restored happiness to earth, room for the harvest can be found only in heaher writhing heart, to have been the object of an affec-ven and eternity.

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THERE is a beauty in the helplessness of woman. The clinging trust which THE Regular in this anecdote, from Baron Muffling's Passages from my Life, searches for extraneous support is graceful and touching-timidity is the attribute is an orderly-officer, captured by Marshal Blucher, and sitting at dinner with him of her sex; but to herself it is not without its dangers, its inconveniences, and in the castle of Brienne, while it was cannonaded by the French army. "The its sufferings. Her first effort at comparative freedom is bitter enough; for the usual cheerfulness reigned during the dinner. Some French balls went through delicate mind shrinks from every unaccustomed contact, and the warm and gush- the castle. The field-marshal made excuses to his guest, and directed an officer ing heart closes itself, like the sensitive plant, at every approach. Man may at of his guard to take him to a safe place to finish his dinner; but the French officer once determine his position, and assert his place-Woman has hers to seek and declared, that he found himself in too good company to leave them. There was, alas! I fear me, that however she may appear to turn a caim brow and a quiet lip amongst the guests, a man who, as a volunteer defender of his country, was not a to the crowd through which she makes her way, that heart throbs, and that lip soldier by profession, and was so incommoded by the noise of the balls, and the quivers to the last; until, like a wounded bird, she can once more wing her way to cracking of the falling panels in the walls over our head, that he kept changing the tranquil home, where the drooping head will be fondly raised, and the flutter- color, and moving his chair here and there, as if he wished to avoid the falling-in ing heart laid to rest. The dependence of women in the common affairs of life of the ceiling. As all eyes were directed on this restless person, the field-marshal is, nevertheless, rather the

effect of custom than necessity; we have many and brilliant proofs that, where need is, she can be sufficient to herself, and play her part in the great drama of existence with credit, if not with comfort. The yearnings of her solitary spirit, the outgushings of her shrinking sensibility, the cravings of her alienated heart, are indulged only in the quiet holiness of her solitude. The world sees not, guesses not, the conflict; and in the ignorance of others, lies her strength. The secret of her weakness is hidden in the depths of her own bosom; and she moves on, amid the heat and hurry of existence, and with a seal set upon her nature, to be broken only by fond and loving hands, or dissolved in the tears of recovered home affection.

DANGER OF BEAUTY.-In the first attempt made by Mary Queen of Scots to escape from her imprisonment in Lochleven castle, she disguised herself as a laundress, with whom she had changed clothes; and when seated in the boat, and putting off from shore, she was discovered by lifting her hand to her head. The extreme beauty of her hand, with its whiteness, discovered her at once, and she was carried back to her chamber in bitterness and tears.

THE COCHIN CHINA FOWLS.

THIS well-known breed of Fowls (of which we have the pleasure of presenting a fine illustration to our readers in this number) was first introduced into Europe about five years since, and into this country at a somewhat later period. In the admirable" Poultry Book" of Mr. Bennett, we find some interesting items respecting them :

"This variety of fowl so far surpasses, both in size and power, all that we have ever yet seen in the shape of poultry, as to have led many persons not conversant with zoology, on first viewing them, to refer them to the family of Bustards. They are, however, genuine poultry. Their general color is rich, glossy brown, or deep bay; on the breast is a marking of a blackish color, and of the shape of a horse-shoe; the comb is of a medium size, serrated, but not deeply so, and the wattles are double. Besides their size, however, these fowls possess other distinctive characteristics, among which the most striking is that the wing is jointed, so that the posterior half can, at pleasure, be doubled up, and brought forward between the anterior half and the body. The birds can do this at pleasure, and the appearance the manœuvre imparts to their form has procured for them the title of ostrich fowl.' The flesh is white and delicate. The eggs laid by the hen of this variety are large, of a chocolate color, and possess a very delicate flavor. They are prolific, frequently laying two and occasionally three eggs on the same day,

and within a few moments of each other.

"The legs of both sexes are of reddish-yellow, sometimes, especially in the cocks, decidedly red; more so than any other variety. The combs are single, serrated,

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called to him across the table; 'Does this castle belong to you?' To me? No.' Then you may be quite easy; the castle is solidly built, the cost of repairs will not be considerable, and, at any rate, you will not have to pay for them!"

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CONSEQUENCES OF GIVING ADVICE.-The friendship of two oung ladies, though apparently founded upon the rock of eternal attachment, terminated in the following manner: My dearest Jane, I do not think your figure suited for dancing, and as a sincere friend, I advise you to refrain from it in future." The other, naturally affected by such unsolicited candor, replied, "I am very much obliged to you, my dear, for your advice; this proof of your friendship demands some return; I would as sincerely recommend you to relinquish your singing, as some of your upper notes actually resemble the squallings of the feline race." The result of this precipitancy was, that the advice of neither was followed; the one continued to sing, and the other to dance; but they never met as friends.

IF Momus had made a window in my breast, I would have made a shutter to it.

TEA-TABLE TALK.

and of a good size in the cocks, moderate in the hens; | lowing, one of many similar paragraphs, which we find
thin wattles; no top-knots; legs very heavily feather- in our exchanges:-
ed; bones not large, and consequently but little offal; "One hundred and seventy-six chickens, of the
wings very small, and when young carried on the back, Cochin China, Shanghai, and other rare breeds, have
but subsequently let down a little; tail, not appearing been sold at auction at New-Orleans for $1,572,55.
till between the fourth and fifth month, short, well
supported, not much compressed, measuring some five
inches laterally behind, near the root, and no long
weeping feathers. This is regarded as somewhat cha- A lady has nearly ruined her husband by the enor-
racteristic, as well as its being of a darker color than mous prices she has been giving for Cochin-China
the general plumage. In the female the tail is not so fowls. The poor fellow is always pointed at in the
short and stumpy as in the Shangae, nor quite so well
supported as in the Cochin cock. As regards the neighborhood, so the story goes, as the "Cochin-
form of the wing, which some make characteristic, it is China-pecked husband."
unquestionably folded up more than in most other East
India breeds, but not so as to be placed back at the butt
of the wing.

"So far as my observation goes, the best specimens of the varieties of south-eastern fowls have, in a good degree, the same peculiarities of wing, perhaps owing to crossing previously or subsequently to importation, or because they are all from a common stock.

"SIZE. There is considerable disproportion, as is the case with all thorough-bred fowls, between the size of the cocks and the hens. I have a choice cock, above the ordinary average, which, when full grown, and in condition, will weigh down some thirteen or fourteen pounds. I have also a few pullets, equally as pure blood, but which will not exceed nine pounds. A fair average weight, for fowls of this variety, as usually bred by farmers, might be set down at from seventeen to twenty pounds per pair."

Enormous prices are now obtained, in many instances, for this breed of fowls, as appears by the fol

A gentleman at a party, where table-turning was the principal amusement of the evening, upon hearing that the power of turning mainly depended on the will, instantly recommended his wife, as he "begged to assure the company she had a very strong one, and he had never known anything able to resist it."

A HINT TO PARENTS.-"Dear mother," said a delicate little girl, "I have broken your china vase "Well, you are a naughty, troublesome little thing, always in mischief; go up stairs till I send for you. And this was a mother's answer to the tearful little culprit, who had struggled with and conquered temptation to tell a falsehood to screen the fault. With a disappointed, disheartened look the child obeyed; and at that moment was crushed in her little heart the sweet flower of truth, perhaps never again in after years to be revived to life. Oh, what were a thousand vases in comparison !

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AN INCIDENT.-A rather verdant youth from far in the interior was, the other day, lounging through our streets, hearing the music, looking at the ladies, and seeing the sights in general-bearing himself amid

A LINE SUGGESTED BY THE NEW BONNET SEASON. all these temptations as straight as a sappling and as-The best Hydraulic Press is your wife's tears. independent as a wood-sawyer. In

the course of his peregrinations he passed one of the large hardware stores, and spied on the outside a sign of "Japanned Waiters for Sale." The sign attracted country's notice, and he straightway walked in and began examining the wares displayed through the store. Finally he march ed up to one of the clerks, approximating his mouth to the clerk's ear, and in a confidential tone requested to be shown "them air Jepan niggers."

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Japan niggers!" exclaimed the clerk; "I don't understand you."

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Don't understand me? Wal, now I think that is cutting it rayther fat, stranger. Hevn't you got a board out the door thar painted, Japan Waiters for Sale?""

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"Oh, yes-no-yes, not exactly," stammered the clerk, catching a glimpse of country's troubles; "this is what you mean; this is a Japan waiter," handing him one from the

counter.

Country opened his eyes like an owl, and surveyed first the waiter and then the clerk. Finally, however, he broke out with

"Zounds and split shingles! If this ain't a sell! I wouldn't hev Bill Moody know it for a dollar. Look here, stranger," as soon as he could catch breath, "them things are called tea-trays up in our diggins. I reckoned you had to sell some of them fellers the papers say the English buy in Chiner and carry to Cuba to work. These ere won't do."

And he left.

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AN AGREEABLE SUBSTITUTE.

PAINFUL BUT LAUGHABLE.-In "Notes of an Army Surgeon " we find the following:

"I remember one day in making my hospital rounds, a patient just arrived presented an amputated forearm, and in doing so could hardly restrain a broad laugh; the titter was constantly on his face. "What is the matter? This does not strike me as a subject of laughter.'

PRETTY GIRL.-"Oh, yes! To be sure I was engaged for the next Schottische with you, Mr. Binks. But I'm so very tired that I'm sure you'll be a dear goodnatured man, and excuse me; and here's Miss Bumps will dance with you instead."

TROUBLESOMETIMES."-Mr. Charles Matthews has written to the Times, to explain that the furniture and costly effects which were advertised to be sold by the sherifi, are not his, but those of another Charles Matthews. The manager says: "I have no objection to be used up' as often as needs be. I will even confess to being sometimes hard up.' But I have a decided objection to being sold up.'" THE COCHIN-CHINA FANCY.

A LIST OF INDEXES.-The following Indexes have been compiled by a gentleman who is rather strong in that useful, but much-snubbed and little-read, department of literature. They are intended to keep in countenance the well-known" face," which is said to be "the Index of the mind."

Cold Soup is the Index of a Bad Dinner. A Bang at the door is the Index of a Storm.

A "button off," is the sure Index of a Bachelor.

A popular singer is the Index of a cold. A bright Poker is the Index of a Cold Hearth.

A Servant standing at the door is the In

dex of a Wasteful House.

A Baby is the Index of a Kiss

A Toast (after dinner) is the Index of Butter.

Cold meat is, frequently, the Index of a Pudding.

A favor is, more frequently, the Index of Ingratitude.

A Governess is the Index of suffering, uncomplaining Poverty.

A YOUNGER SON.-The blade of the "cold Shoulder."

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"Wy, that's measter's new fancy Hain't 'e a rum un? Blow'd! when fust I 'eard 'im crow, I thought 'twas a donkey a hollering out?"

WHO'S AFRAID?-Every one in a railway train has good cause to be. MOTTO FOR A LAWYER.-Deeds, not words!

"It is not, Doctor; but excuse me; I lost my arm in so funny a way that I still laugh when I look at it.' "What way?'

"Our first sergeant wanted shav ing, and got me to attend to it, as I am a corporal. We went together in front of his tent; I had lathered him, held his nose, and was just about applying the razor, when a cannon ball came, and that was the last I saw of his head and my arm. Excuse me for laughing so, Doctor, but I never saw such a thing before.' "This scene occurred during the siege of Fort Erie."

A QUESTION FOR A DEBATING SoCIETY.-Whether, in the event of Mr. Sands being subject, like Amina, to fits of somnambulism, it would be likely that he would walk in his sleep head downwards with his feet on the ceiling?

THE ART OF CONVERSATION.Frenchmen are good talkers; Englishmen good listeners. It is rarely you meet with a Frenchman who can listen as well-or even half as wellas he can talk. The two gifts may be combined in an Englishman, but in a Frenchman never. Your Frenchman may cease talking, he may allow you five minutes to have your say; but then do not flatter yourself he is listening to you; he is only thinking of what he shall say when you have finished.

PROBLEM IN TABLE-MOVING.-Is it possible to make an unsteady table turn over a new leaf?

NOVELS AS A PART OF EDUCATION.Sentiment is a portion of true reality; all without it is dross and a caput mortuum. Let not your child, say the would-be wise educationists, read works of fiction; they enervate, they unfit them for life's realities. You and I, Eusebius, deny it in toto. They fit them for everything; they feed the heart with noble sentiment; they show that there are things, ideal or not, worth all patience, all fortitude. They thus strengthen, not enervate, excepting by a base abuse; and a high responsibility is theirs who have the commanding gift and do abuse it. But it is a coward's part to argue from the abuse.

It often occurs to us, with something like awfulness, that a time will come when earth indeed will hold no more; when the last valley will be cultivated, the last forest cleared, and the ocean itself will yield diminished spoils.

Clutterbuck's story of the old lady (his aunt) is excellent. Being very nervous, she told Sir W. Farquhar she thought Bath would do her good. "It's very odd," said Sir W., "but that's the very thing that I was going to recommend you. I will write the particulars of your case to a very clever man there in whose hands you will be well taken care of." The lady, furnished with the letter, set off, and on arriving at Newbury, feeling, as usual, nervous, she said to her confidant, "Long as Sir Walter has attended me, he has never explained to me what ails me. I have a great mind to open his letter, and see what he has stated of my case to the Bath physician." She opened the letter and read, "Dear Davis, keep the old lady three weeks, and send her back again."

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AN EVENTFUL DAY IN THE JUNGLE.

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[From the "Old Forest Ranger."]

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Wallah! wallah!" shouted the Jemmadar, with uplifted hands, for once startled out of his stoical selfpossession by the suddenness of the catastrophe. 66 TORWARD! Forward!" shouted Mansfield, Charles and the Doctor stood as if petrified, gazing turning a deaf ear to the Doctor's lamenta- on the fallen tiger, and still grasping their weapons tions, for he had remarked that the drops of blood, firmly, as if they expected him again to rise. which had latterly been few and far between, now be- "Od's my life, he's no dead yet?" roared the Doccame larger and had assumed a frothy appearance,-a tor, bounding back some paces as the dying tiger gaspsure sign that the wounded animal is nearly exhaust-ed painfully for breath. ed. "Forward, Charles, my boy! we are close upon her now." But his shout was answered by a surly growl, not ten yards in front of them, and the whole party stopped dead, as if electrified by the fearful sound.

"A tiger, by heavens!" exclaimed Mansfield, setting his teeth hard and cocking both barrels of his rifle. "Yes, sir, a tiger here," remarked the Jemmadar, in his native tongue, looking as unconcerned as if it had only been a dəg.

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Well, doctor, what is Mons Mcg' about?" rcplied Mansfield, smiling; "why don't you give him a dose of the grit-shot?"

The Doctor raised his piece with a trembling hand, and pulled the trigger :-the thundering report of Mons Meg made the woods ring-the tiger gathered up his limbs with a convulsive start, and then stretched them out, quivering in the last agonies, whilst the frothy blood bubbled from his mouth and nostriis.

The Doctor, as if scared at his own temerity, threw down his gun, and, jumping behind Mansfield, peeped cautiously over his shoulder.

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who is kept by an undertaker to let out at funerals. What, with the Glenlivat last night, and the tiger this morning, your brains appear to be addled."

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Hoot, Captain, dinna sae no more about the Glenlivat, I have had nae luck since that confounded black bottle was put upon the table, and my head is just throughother with it to-day. Faith, you may say that a man wad need a cool head, and a steady hand, afore he yokes to this jungle; it's just a perfect tempting. o' Providence; and, if I once get safe back to the tents, by my troth, you may whistle on your thumb long enough before you catch me at it again. But, Heaven save us!-what's that?" shouted the Doctor, springing behind Mansfield, and seizing him by the arins, as a tremendous crash was heard amongst the bamboos, accompanied by a shrill scream, like the sound of a cracked trumpet.

"Elephant!" shouted the Jemmadar, darting behind the shelter of a tree, and beckoning the others to follow his example.

"Down! down for your lives!" exclaimed Mansfield, in an audible whisper, at the same time crouching behind a tree and cocking his rifle.

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This must be the far-famed elephant, which has been committing such ravages of late on the edge of the forest; and, if we can manage to kill him, it will be a glorious victory."

The Doctor groaned aloud, in agony of spirit.

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Now, lads, mind what you are about, and if you only behave steadily, the day is our own. Keep perfectly still till he shows himself; when I whistle he will lower his head to listen from whence the sound comes-take a steady aim at the hollow of his forehead, just above the insertion of the trunk, and, when I whistle the second time, fire together." "The Lord have mercy on us! This is awfu' work!" groaned the Doctor, casting a rueful glance at his favorite "Mons Meg."

"I told you how it would be," roared the Doctor, turning short round and preparing for a hasty retreat. "Hold!" cried Mansfield, in a voice of thunder, Od, I believe the grit-shot has settled him at last," seizing him by the collar, and dragging him back to his cried he, rising on tiptoe, and clutching Mansfield's side" Do you wish to bring the tiger upon us? If shoulder in an agony of nervous excitement—“ he's we turn our backs to him, we are dead men. Our only just about gone!-Od, there's another awfu' gap chance is to keep our eyes steadily fixed on the spot though. Mercy on us! what gruesome teeth-there's where he lies, and be ready to pour in a volley if he another! Ha ha! that's the last-hurra! hurra! attempts to charge. But if we put a bold face upon he's dead!" and the Doctor began dancing and it, the chances are he will slip off quietly. Look at snapping his fingers, and laughing with a sort of hysCharles, how manfully he stands his ground. I won- terical giggle, as if the sudden revulsion of feeling der you are not ashamed to show less nerve than from mortal terror to excessive joy had been too much a boy of his age. Here, stand by my side, and be for him, and had actually turned his brain. ready with 'Mons Meg,' she is like to do us yeoman's Charles, who had stood all the time perfectly moservice amongst this long grass. Hang it, man, don't tionless, with his forefinger resting on the trigger of look so blue upon it; I have been in many a harder his rifle, allowed the weapon to drop mechanically pinch than this, and got clear after all." into the hollow of his arm, and grasping Mansfield's hand, wrung it hard, as he mentally returned thanks to the Almighty for their providential escape. His nerves had been strung to the highest pitch of excitement, There was a moment of breathless silence. Another and his heart was too full to speak. fearful crash was heard, and the gigantic brute, burst"You have behaved gallantly, my boy!" said Mans-ing into the open space, brandished aloft his ponderous field, heartily returning the pressure of his hand: "the trunk, like a knight entering the lists to do battle with steadfastness and presence of mind you have shown on all comers, and screamed forth his shrill note of dethis occasion would have done credit to the oldest fiance. Flourishing his trunk about, he snuffed the sportsman in India, and with a few months' more tainted air, and his scream of rage, as he stamped upon training, I would not wish for a stauncher hand to the ground, announced that he was aware of the close back me in a case of emergency. Come, Doctor," proximity of his enemies, although he had not decided continued he, turning towards our medical friend, who in which direction to make his headlong charge. still continued his gambols, "don't be ridiculous, but Mansfield gave a low whistle. thank God for being in a whole skin, and load your weapons. This is no place to stand twirling our thumbs with empty barrels."

But, although Mansfield talked thus encouragingly to rouse the Doctor's drooping courage, his flashing eye, distended nostril, and compressed lips, showed that he considered it no mere child's play, but an affair of life and death-one of those desperate scrapes which the hardy forester must sometimes expect to fall into, but which it requires all his skill and steadiness of nerve to get well out of.

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Kamah," said he, in a low, deep-toned voice, still keeping his eye steadily fixed on the spot where he supposed the tiger to be, and grasping his rifle more firmly-"Kamah, keep a good look-out, and try if you can mark him amongst the grass.-Steady my lads!" whispered he, setting his teeth and holding his breath, as another deep growl was heard, accompanied by that impatient switching of the tail which too certainly denotes an inclination to charge. 'He is determined to fight, I see, and there is nothing for it but a well-directed volley. But, as you value your lives, stir not, and reserve your fire till you can see him."

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The Doctor's teeth chattered, and a cold perspiration broke out upon his forehead at the unwelcome announcement; Charles, too, looked a little paler than usual, but his hand was steady, his eye quailed not, and the firm, though compressed expression of his mouth, showed that he was prepared to act as a man, when called upon to do so.

"Look, sir!" whispered the Jemmadar, his fierce eye flashing fire as he gently touched Mansfield on the shoulder, and pointed eagerly towards the spot from whence the sound proceeded.

Mansfield strained his eyes in vain, to discover the object which had attracted the attention of the savage. A low rustling sound was heard amongst the long grass, as if the tiger were creeping cautiously forward, so as to bring himself within springing distance of his victims. It was a moment of fearful suspense; but Mansfield never altered a muscle of his countenancehis courage appeared to rise as the danger became

more imminent.

The elephant started, cocked his ears, and bent down his head in the attitude of listening. He was just in the right position, and Mansfield was just in the act of Whilst the sportsmen re-loaded their rifles, Kamah raising his rifle, when, crack went "Mons Meg," went ferreting about amongst the long grass from with the report like of a six-pounder, and the Doctor, whence the tiger had sprung, and now returned, drag-throwing down his weapon, took to his heels, roaring ging after him the carcass of the wounded doc, her lustily that the monster was after him. head being crushed and exhibiting evident marks of a tiger's paw.

"Ah!" this accounts for his facing us as he did," said Mansfield, stooping down to examine the head of the deer, "for in general a jungle tiger, who is not in the habit of seeing men, is glad to steal away unobserved. The brute must have just struck down the wounded deer, and was too hungry to abandon his prey without making a fight for it. However, that is all well over now, so let us be thankful, and get out of this infernal long grass with as little delay as possible; there may be more of the family here yet for all we know."

"Od preserve us, Captain! dinna be speakin' that way-it's enough to fright a body out o' his wits. Haste ye, lads, haste ye, we'll awa' hame as fast as we can, and if you ever catch me plouthering through long grass again, you may cut my lugs aff." So say ing, the Doctor shouldered his fusée, and began to force his way through the tangled grass with desperate Having gained the open ground, a council of war was held, and, as the sun was already high, it was agreed, much to the Doctor's relief, that the party should return to breakfast, and send out their Coolies for the game.

The rustling sound ceased, and the ominous switch-energy. ing of the tail was again heard.

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Now for it, lads! death or victory!" said Mansfield, in a low, firm tone of voice, his proud lip curling haughtily as he drew himself up to his full height, and half raised the rifle to his shoulder. "Be steady, and don't throw your shots away; there is life or death in every ounce of lead. Ha!" At this critical moment, he caught a hasty glimpse of the tiger's malignant green eye as he lowered his head for the fatal spring. Like a flash of lightning, the trusty rifle poured forth its deadly contents. A roar-a bound-and the stricken monster rolled gasping at their feet, with a two-ounce ball buried in his skull.

"The Lord be thanked for all his mercies!" exclaimed the Doctor, when this plan was decided upon.

But, alas! short-sighted mortal, thou art not yet at home. Little dost thou know of the many dangers which beset the path of the Forest Ranger.

Mansfield and Charles fired, and both balls took effect in the head of the elephant, making the blood flow copiously; but, being discharged almost at random, and not planted in the correct spot, they only acted as stimulants to his rage. Uttering a shrill scream, he dashed madly forward, his mouth wide open, his tail on end, and his trunk upraised, to crush all who opposed his headlong career.

Mansfield and Charles darted to one side, and fled for shelter behind the stem of a large teak tree. But the poor Doctor ran blindly forward, and his red jacket, being much too conspicuous an object to escape the notice of the enraged elephant, his fate appeared inevitable. His strength was failing fast, and the fearful chase appeared to be drawing to a close. The trunk of the elephant was already stretched forward to grasp him, when he made a sudden turn; the elephant overshot his mark, and, for one moment, was at fault. The Doctor, seeing his advantage, began to climb a tree behind which he had sheltered himself. He was already several feet from the ground, and his arm was outstretched to grasp a branch which would have raised him to a place of safety, when the elephant dashed forward with redoubled fury, twisted his trunk round his legs, hurled him to the ground, rushed upon him, as he lay, stunned and bleeding, and, kneeling down, drove at him furiously with his enormous tusks, burying them to the very root.

At this moment, Mansfield, who had followed the chase, dodging cautiously from tree to tree, in hopes that some lucky turn might give him a steady shot at the elephant's head, came in sight of the bloody

"Come, Doctor, cheer up, man," cried Mansfield,
after they had proceeded some distance in silence, scene.
"you must not look melancholy as a gib-cat, or a man

"The Lord have mercy on his soul, for he is beyond

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