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took off his hat and tossed it over upon the bedi right m the midst of half dozen lace collars new ly done up, and kicked off his boots with such eng ergy that one of them landed upon the bureau, and the other in the clothes basket, soiling a whifG dress just from the ironing table, Poor Mrs. Jones was grievously tried. The husband expected storm but no storm broke. He looked at his Wife; as she lifted his hat from the bed and put it on the mantle-piece, and took his boots and put them in closet from which she brought out his slippers and placed them before him, but he did not understand the expression of her face exactly, feel comfors table aboutit. Mrs. Jones did not seem angry, but hurt. After she had handed him his slippers, she took the soled dress from the clothes basket, over which she had spent nearly half an hour at the ironing table, and attempted to remove the dirt winch the boot had left upon it. But she tried in vain. The pure white muslin was hopelessly soil- ed, and would have to go to the washing tub be- fore it would be again fit to wear.

 lfyou knew, Henry" she said in a voice that touched her husbands feelings, as she laid asidS the dress, chow much trouble you give me some. times am sure you would be more particular"

 |" Did really give you much trouble, Jane "'~~ Mir Jones asked, as if new idea had broken in ups on his mind. ''I am sure am sofry fot it."

 ''Indeed you do. If you would only be more thoughtful you would save me great deal l shall have to wash out the dress myself, now the wash- CT woman is gone, and can't trust Sally with it.

 spent nearly half an hour in irohing it to-day, hot as 1t is.''

 "I am very sorry indeed, Jane. It was care. less trick in me, must confess, and if you will for give me, will promise not to offend you again."

 All this is new. Both Mir. aud Mrs Jones felt surprised at themselves and each other. He has offended and sine did not get angry she has been annoyed. and he was really sorry for what he had done. Light broke into both their minds, and both made instant resolution to be more careful fls ture of their words and actions towards each ohef and they were more careful When Mir. Jones of- fended, as he still too often did, his wife checked the instant impulse she felt to upbraid him. He perceived this, and approaching her selfdenial; compelled himselfin consequence, to be more or derly in his habits. A few years wrought SO great change in Mir. Jones, that, to use hyperbo1e; he hardly knew himself. He could shut closet-doot, as we'll open it--could get hankerchief, or any thing else from drawer, without turning it upside down-could hang his hat upon the rack, and put his boots away when he took them off. In fact, could be as any one and without feeling that t ihs volvcd any great self-denial 10 do so.

 Mount A'tbwn.-A correspondent of the Cin- cinnatti Gazette thus describes this beautiful burial place near Boston:

 Having satisfied my inquiries at the Observatory we proceeded to Mount Auburn, distant about mile. This has been common theme for tourists and we'll it may be. notice it only on account of associations formed long time ago." In 1877 and IS was medical student in Boston, and was at the time employed as procurator of plants for the Botanical Garden of Cambridge. Mount Aus burn is of those piles of deluvial " drift" mate. | rals consisting of sand, gravel and rounded stones of larger size, very common in New England, and in this instance too sterile to be of much use even 1 as pasturage It is like chain of mountains on small scale, having in some places long ridges and in others deep valleys in several places deep pre- cptous basins with here and there pond at the 1 bottom. It was overgrown then, as it is now with wild trees, shrubbery and plants grouped in awild inimitaby picturesque manner, and was afavorite resort of Botanists. Every ridge; glen and may almost say every group of trees and copse of shrub bery, was embossed in memory, and SO sacred these that feared to see it, lest overtutning false taste l should have changed lts features. But no, the monuments and paled enclosures had come in SO quietly that they had scarcely broken the original grouping of foliage; and it is this introduction of art without defacng nature which constitutes, the peculiar charm of Mount Auburn. Here still the chirpihg squirrel rustles along amongst the leaves and vanishes in his tiney burrow; here still fits the Woodthrush of Wilson along the shaded valleys and sings its sweet uninterrupted song, so congeni- l al to the tranquil musings of such place; the small oaks still cluster together as if in social co- munication, and the passing breeze still sighs in the pine top The Hepatcas and Anemones open their bosoms to the breeZes of springs the blue clus ters of the foot leaved violet, and the rose-like bloom of the spotted geranium, are still allowed their place, and remind me of the moment when

 

 over them and stood over them and studied their beauty even to microscopic minuteness. 1 Nz-At the age of IA, John Smith was gentle. man at large, and was frequently seen in Wash

 ngton Street, Boston, dressed neat but not gaativ. He ran away from Mt. Shark, and was seeking eni. ployment in the city of notions, when chancing to | get into bit oi sctape of Sunday evening, with others he appeared at the Police Court, merely as q soitness, you know, wien the following talk took l place between Smith and the Judge:

 Judge. MT. Smith, what is your business, sir What do you follow for livelihood!

 Smith. Nothing in particular.

 Judge. You do not appear to be man of prop1 erty-how do you get your bread! l Smith. l sometimes get 1t ot MT. Humbert, the 1 baker, sir, and sometimes

 Judge. Stop sir; understand thy question. How do you support your elf? ,...,-.

 Smith. On chair. sir, in the day time. oh a bed at night.

 Judge. do not sit here to triAe. Are you mechanic!

 Smith. No, sir.

 | Judge. What are you then !!

 1 Smith. A Universalst.

 Judge. II you do not answer me; will have you taken care of. -

 Smith. I would thank your honor to do so, for the times are so hard cannot take care of myself. 1 Judge. You work abound the wharSes, sup. pose ,......

 smith. No sir; you can't get around them | without boat !, and don't own one. Judge. l believe you an idle vagabond.

 Smith. Your honor is very slow Tn belief, or you would have found that out before.

 Jadge. What do you know of the case now be- fore the Court? ....,-r

 Smith. Nothing. sir, 4 Judge. Then why do you stand here! Smith. Because have no chair to sit in: | 2 kN L.,Asx