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lamp-post that stands sentinel in front of my door; and listening attentively, I overheard the following soliloquy:

“Mariar's waitin' up for me! I see the light in her win'er. What the deu-deuce does she act so fool-(hic) foolish for on lodge-lodge-nights? 'S'well enough to stay up on o’rrer nights-but's all blame nonsense, ye know, to wait for a fellir on lodge (hic) nights. She knows 's'well as I do, busin’’sgot to be 'tended to-committee's got to report, an'var'us o'rrer little matters—she ought'er ’ave more sense. I-I'll catch f-ffits, tho', I know I shall. Said she had the head-(hic) headache when I left 'er-told me not to stay out longer'n I could 'elp. Well, I didn't! how could I help it? Besides, I'll have the headache worse'n she will'n the mor-nin'. So b-blamed stupid in her to get the headache when she knew I'd bizbizness to 'tend to. Ah! these women, these women, they'll never (hic) learn anythin', never:

“So let the world wag as wide as it will,

I'll be gay and (hic) happy still.' Ha, ha, ha! (hic). Wonder what's become of Bulger! Left 'im settin' on a curbstone. Rain'n' like blazes, and the war'rer up to his middle. He thought he was at Niag-(hic) Niagara Falls. Says’e, says’e, ‘Spicer, my boy, ain't this glor'us? Don't ye hear the ra-rapids ?' I was strik'n' out for home as ra-(hic) rapidly as I could. 'T's pity for Bulger, 'cause I don' think he can swim; and he hates-ha, ha, ha! (hic)-hates war'rer like p-poison. Wish I wa' s'ome and in bed. B-r-r-u-a-h! I'm all of a shiver! Clo's all wet outside, and I'm dry as thund'r inside. Think I'll tell Mariar I ju-jumped overboard to save a feller-screecher from (hic) drowning. Then she-she'd want to know what I did with the fell-(hic) feller-screecher. So that won't do. She's got a pretty good swallow, but-egad! she-she can't swallow-ha, ha, ha!(hic) -no drowned man, you know. Tha-that's a leetle too much! She's taken some awful heavy doses of lie from me, but I'm afraid the drown'd chap would choke her.”

At this juncture a guardian of the public peace approached and asked the votary of Bacchus what he was doing thero at that time of night, and why he did not go home.

“What'm I doin' here? Why, I'm holdin' on like grim death-that's what I'm doin'. Howsever, ole fell’r, I'm gl.

(bic) a-ad to see ye. Fact is, I've been out'n the rain, and I've got a leetle so-soaked, d'ye see? Rain war'rer allers did make consirable 'p-pression on me. Say, you! can ye t-tell me why I'm like a pick-(hic) picket-guard? But I know you can't ; 's'no use askin' you p’lice fell’rs anything. But’s good n-notwithstan'n-he, he, he!(hic)—for me. I--I'll tell ye why I'm like a blackguar'-I mean a p-picket-guard. Because I c-can't leave my p-post until I'm re-(hic) relieved! P’lice fell’r, d’ye see that shutter over the way, the one wi’ the green Venetian houses in front, three doors to go up to the step? That's my (hic) house, and therein dwells my sasainted Mariar. Did you ever belong to a spout-shop? But I s'pose not. As the charming P-Portia says:

“That light we see is burning in my hall;

How far that little beam throws his c-candles !

So shines a good (hic) deed in a naughty world.' "Th-then pity the sorrows of a poor young man, whose tangled legs have b-b-brought him to this spot. Oh, relieve and take him home at once, and heaven will ble-bless your store-when you get (hic) one."

The policeman kindly assisted him to his house and rang the bell. The door partially opened. I got a transient glimpse of a night-capped head, as our hero was hurriedly drawn in by unseen hands; and a shrill voice, that pierced the midnight air, was heard to say: “So! you're tight again, you brute!” The door was rudely slammed in the unoffending policeman's face, while I crept shivering to bed, wondering at the probable fate of“ Bulger.”

PARTING WORDS.-E. KENT.

Read at the close of her school, by the author, who has since gone

“ to the Father's home, Where the care-worn and the weary, and the little children dwell,

Where love-tones alone are echoed, where is breathed no sad farewell." We are going homeward, homeward, soon must fall the

parting tear, But unto my saddened spirit, children you are very dear; Days and weeks in quick succession, pleasantly have flown

away, And 'mid hours of useful labor, brought us to this parting day.

of woe

Now before we part, dear children; e'er we breathe the fond

farewell, Let us turn our vision backwards, and on other moments

dwell; You as pupils, I as teacher, have we striven to obtain Something of God's holier blessings which shall be our fu

ture gain? Ask yourselves the question, children, have you through

these wintry hours, Toiled to gain some useful knowledge to increase your mental

powers? Felt your spirit stronger growing as you gained some whole

some truth, Which hath made you wiser, better, in the spring-time of

your youth? Now-to-morrow-and forever, shall these words of truth

and love, As a beacon, guide you onward, unto brighter lands above; As ye gather in your childhood, so when riper days shall

dawn, Shall ye reap the full fruition of the hours that are gone. Heed ye then, oh! cherished spirits, lest ye sow the seeds That shall bear a fruitful harvest in this changeful world

below, Cloud old age with care and sorrow that bad else been pure

and free, Crowned with thorns instead of roses-not as it should

ever be. Life at best hath cares and sorrows which to each and all

must come; He who takes them with the sunshine, happier makes his

friends and home, Strews sweet flowers around his pathway, makes his life a

life of love; Makes his home a home of sunshine, as the Father's home

above. We are going forth to labor, here life's duty must divide, No more in this pleasant school-room shall we labor side by

side. I have loved you, dearest children, I have striven to impart Knowledge gathered by the wayside, that will beautify the

heart. Not alone on science's hill-side have you gleaned, or falter

ing trod, I have tried to lead you nearer to the bosom of your God; To be kind to one another, pure in aetion, pure in speech, Lofty in your thoughts and feelings-this, oh! this I've tried

to teach. If I've failed in this great mission, if I've ever seemed unkind, If you've deemed me harsh and hasty, thought my judgment

weak and blind, Oh! remember, dearest children, that the teacher has to

bear With your weakness and your folly, with your troubles and

your care, Has to study human nature, curb the passions of the child, Patiently explain the problem, teach you to be true and

mild, Many duties crowd upon her, in this temple of the mind; Oh! be lenient in your judgment, think not she is harshi, un

kind; For the noblest ones have faltered, moved by passions deep

and wild, For a moment lost to reason, weak and helpless as a child. If I've ever wronged you, children, Oh! I trust you will for

give; High resolves and true repentance teach us better how to

live. When the peaceful summer twilight rests upon the scorch

ing lands, Often times in thought and feeling, in this temple I shall

stand, See again your merry faces, live these winter hours o'er, Feel the presence of the loved ones, gliding through the open

door, Hear your gladsome voices ringing on the peaceful summer

air, Hear your kindly words of welcome floating 'round me everyAnd your thoughtless words and actions all forgotten then

shall be, While the memory of your good deeds only shall be borne to

me; And this memory, Oh! beloved ones, shall a green oasis be,Be a union 'twixt our spirits, golden chain of purity. Whereso'er your feet shall wander, keep your spirits firm

and strong, Live to make great men and women, scorn to do that which

is wrong; Though the tempter stands beside you, overcome each wild

desire, And through great and moral action conquer passion's evil Thus you shall go forth to duty, strong to labor and to do; Pride of home and pride of parents, and a nation's glory too. And to those whose words of wisdom o'er our common life

was thrown, Who, when parted from the loved ones, made for us a lov

ing home,

fire;

roam.

Oh! we bless you, cherished spirits, for your great unwearied

love, For your kindness without measure, sweet as sunshine from

above; Bless you for the useful lessons patiently you've daily taught, For the tenderness and home-love with which every deed

was fraught. Oh! we feel our spirits stronger, having shared your love

and home, And our prayers shall still be with you, wheresoever we may We are going homeward, homeward, sad thoughts flit across

the mind, Mingled with the joy of meeting treasured spirits left be

hind. Feeling stronger, wiser, better, having met within these walls, And o'er all the winter hours, sadly now the curtain falls. Oh! a thousand thoughts and feelings rush across the weary

mind,Little children love each other, be you ever just and kind, Learn forgiveness, 'tis a lesson you should learn in youth's

spring-time; To“ forget is only human"-to forgive is half divine; Thus where'er on life's great ocean may our future life be

thrown, We shall feel that we are nearing, nearing to the Father's

home, Where the care-worn and the weary, and the little children

dwell, Where love-tones alone are echoed, where is breathed no

sad farewell.

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