TIE FIRE IRONS-'OR DOMESTIC


COMFORT
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Mr.. Chose was gravely reading the ORR
ginal Hafen Slawkenburgius, at one side
of the fire, and Mrs. Chose sat darning old


worsted stockings at the other. By some


untoward accident, the fire irons were all


on Mrs. Chose's side. My DEAR, said Mrs.
Chose, 'how miserable it makes me to
gaze upon any thing that looks un-uniform;


be kind enoug ii my dear, to let me have the


poker on my sde.' Mrs. Chose, who was


taking a long stitch at the time, replied
+ I'll give it you directly my love- NAY
.lpr'ythee, put me out of pain at once; tis
absolutely quite distressing to my eye
1.-The fire place looks like sow with one
ear 'Oh. fiddlesticks how can yon be
,lso excessively whimsical p How dye
J mean whimsical ? Lord man. don't bt


$50 paguey fidgetty.' mo, madam, an
t t|no such thing pray sir, don't put your
n self in fluster.' Il tell you l am not in


Auster.' i say you are, sir-for shame
j. how can you throw yourself into such


l. passion = Il in a passion?' Yes sil
lyou are.' ''Tis false.' ''Tis true.' MA
n dam, it's no such thing!' 'S'death, do yo
G. think that will submit to such provokin
d dIlanguage 'You shall submit Iwon't
to You shall.' Il shan't' 'I'll make you
j. sYou can't.' sBy heavens, madam Is
o. heavens, sir Hold your tongue. Mr.


a Chose Il won't, Mr.. Chose At it the


a went, ding dong, with poker and tong