The happy Girl.
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Ay, she is a happy girl--we know
it by her fresh looks and boyant spir-
its. Day in an day out, she has some
thing to do, and she takes hold Of
work as if she did not fear to soil her
hands or dirty her apron. Such girls
we love and respect wherever we find
them--in a palace ora hovel. Al
ways pleasant and always kind, they
never turn up their noses before your
face. or slander you behind your back
They have more good sense and better
employment. What are 1irts, and
hustle bound girls in comparison with
these? Good for nothing but to look
at; and that is rather disgusting.--
Give us the happy and industrious
girl, and we care not who worships
fashionable and idle smpletons.


A witty fellow, being in public
house, was teased by an old woman
to read the newspaper TO her, where
upon, taking it up, he began as fol-
lows: Last night, yesterday morning
about three O'Clock in the afternoon


just before breakfast, a hungry boy
bought penny custard for two pence
and threw it through stone brick
wall nine feet thick, and then jumped
over after it, fell into dry horse
pond and was drowned. The same
day about four hours afterwards high
wind in Mr.. BIS. coach yard blew
down an old new house at the white
eagle, which, killed an old sow and
nine pigs, at the city gate, a dead
horse kicked blind mans eyes out