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CHAPTER LII.
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even elegant, there is something about it
which tells OF economy i'll its selection.


Those ottomans, for instance, tho taste
full, are evidently home made. That COM
Portable lounge, too, its ample cushions are
well formed, and seems Just the thing for
a tired person TO rest upon; but if you raise


its neat covering, you will discover, not
mass of damask and mahogany, but pine
frame made by hands unused to plane and
saw. There Is vase of wax flowers up
on the table, and pretty carved basket;
some well executed landscapes decorate the
walls, but the only expensive article in the
room is a sweet toned rosewood piano
pair of slippers are placed near the fire, and
dressing coat hangs over the back of the
chair; but the mistress of the room is at an
upper window, because it will afford her an
earlier glimpse of her husbands returning
figure. All, here he comes! and ere he
reaches the door, his wife is there to meet
him. kiss 0, well, there is no Miss
Starr here to critlcise, and you, and |, dear
reader, are good natured people, to whose
eye evidences of affection are always respec-
table .m.


You are rather late, Willlam,n says
his wife, as she assisted him to remove his
wet overcoat, "and wet too, Pm afraid.
But come, there's charming fire IN the
parIor; and what do you think I've fin
ished the covering, and you can't think how
it fits" " ..


I" 1t does, indeed ~ exclalms the gratifed
husband, las he examines it, now minutely,
now at little distance, =" as well as if done
by an uphosterer. Another kiss.


f'Now William" suggests Clara, &c sup
pose YOU change your wet coat, and rest
on the lounge, while make the toast Tea
is already except that, and | would not
make it before you come, because toast,
you know, is better just made.


& Stop moment" says the husband, as
he takes from bis pocket book a small
piece of silk. There, wouldn't you like
to have dress off that IT'S very rich
piece"


It's beautiful, indeed, but silk is very
expensive, William, and really, think,
cheaper material would do Just as WE'LL"


But, think, we might afford it." urges
William, you know we saved forty dol
lars from our last quarters money"


s' But hadn't we better lay that by for
rainy day, dear husband :" demonstrated
the wife, & besides, I've been wishing that
we could afford to do little more towards
liuuidating the church debt and with our
small means, if we are to do any good of
that kind, it must be in other matters"


i" Wen, wife, as you please" replied the
husband I'm anxious to see that debt Ii
quidated myself


But, reader, last night William brought
home volume of Woodsworth's Poems,
and as he will probably occupy the new
lounge after tea, and read aloud to Clara
suppose we leave them to enjoy it by them
selves. O. w.
WELL SAp.-We find the following
touching alluson to the drunkard's wife IN
a well written article on winter, in late
Bangor paper:


. I" But there is one on whose sinking
heart the thoughts Of dreary winter beat
with more than ocean surge The drunk
ards wife Alas the beauties of summer
have lost the power to charm back INTO life
the broken and wasted energies The deep
fountains Of her bursting heart have long
sincc been broken up, and floods of grief
have swept away, and hurried in one com
mon grave all the bright anticipations of
Bliss that Shoue on her early life With
what deep and dark lorebodng does the
gathering pail Of winter envelope her de-
spending soul What is there Of earthly
good that she can call her own OF what