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Mrs, knew very little abuut the camp of l Cupid. He was one of tho.e rough and ho nest spirits, often met with in his gallant profession, innocent as an iatant of almost every thing save high integrity and indomi- table bravery. He was nearly fifty years l old, and his tolls were oyer, when Inaster Dan Cupid brought him acquainted with a widow Wadman, in whose eye he began to detect something that made him uneasy.- 1 Here was the result of leisure.

 During his service in the army he had i never seen any thing worthy of particular notice in d womanS eye. In fact, he would scarcely have observed whether a woman had three eyes in her head or only two for no matter where his own eyes We're, his 1 thoughts were ever among 'guns,aud drums, and wounds,' and love was thing that liv- ed In his memory just as he remembered 1 once reading visionary story book, called the Arabian Nights Entertainments when a boy.

 Well, the General had settled down into ! an amiable, gentlemanly old fellow, living alone with comfortable wealth around him, l and having little to do, save now and then to entertain an old comrade in arms, which l companionshipa afforded opportunity for him l to light his battles o'er again But, alas l! 1 over this calm evening of the old Generals day, deal of perplexity was doomed to fall, and he soon found himself in troubled 1 waters, the depth of which he could by no means understand. He Aoundered about like a caged rat under a pump, and such l another melancholy fish out of water, never I before swallowed the bait, hook and all, of the angling God of Love. The poor Gene- ral! We must give him name, or we can't | tell the story, and the best name for such d story, to be found in tale or history, is Un- cle Toby. Poor General Uncle Toby de- bated abstractedly in great distraction a bout his new position, and never had siege or campaign given him such perplexlty before.

 At length. however, the bluff honesty of his disposition rose uppermost among his conflicting plans, and his course was chosen At school he had once studied .Othello's Defence,' to recite at an exhibition, bu, made great failure; and now he recollec. ted there was something in this Defence, very mNch like what he wanted to say. He got the book immediately, found the pas sage, clapped on his hat with determined air, and posted off to the widow Wadman's, with Shakespeare under his arm.

 Madam said General Uncle Toby, ope- ming his book at the marked place, with the sotemnity of special pleader at the bar,--s Madam'- r, ,. .. l Rude am I in my speech, 1 And little blessd with the set phrase of peacc.'

 Here the General closed the book, wiped his forehead, looked up at the ceiling, and said with spasmodic gasp-'I wGnt to gel married"

 The widow laughed for ten minutes by the watch before she could utter a single syllable, and then she said. with precious tears or humor rolling down her good na. tured checks And who is it you want tc marry, General?'

 You,' said Uncle Toby, flourishing his sword-arm in the air, and assuming mill tary attitude of defiance, us if he expected an assault from the widow immediately.

 Will you kill me if marry you! said the widow. with a merry twinkle in her eye

 No, madam' replied Uncle Toby. in a most serious and depreeatng tone, us if to l assure her that snch au idea had never en- tered his head.

 Well, then, guess I'll marry you,' said the widow.

 'Thank you, ma 'am,' said Uncle Toby ;- but one thing l am bound to tell you of, madam-I toear wig.'

 1 The widow started, remained silent a moment, and then went off into longer louder, and merrier hugh than she had in. dulged in before at the end of which she drew her seat nearer the General, gravel, laid her hand on his head, gently lifted hi | wig of, and placed 1t upon tho table!

 General Uncle Toby had never knowr fear in hot battle, but he now felt mos decisive inclination to run away. The wi dow laughed again, as tho she never would stop, and the General was just abou to clap his hat upon his denuded head, anc bolt, when the facetious lady placed hel hand upon his head and detained him. She then deliberately raised her other hand tc her own head, with a sort of military preci sion, executed rapid manevre with hel five fingers. pulled off her whole head o fine glossy hair, and placing il upon the ta ble by the side of the Generals, remained seated with ludicrous gravity in front of hel accepted lover, quite bald!

 As may be expected, Uncle Toby now laughed along with the widow, and they soon grew so merry over the affair, that the maid servant peeped through the key hole at the noise, ,and saw the old couple dancing a jig, and bobbing their bald pates at each other like pair of Chinese mandarns Sc the two very shortly laid .their heads toge. ther' upon the pillow of matrimony, and went hand in hand through life-a uldine under bare pclls.

 AN AppErIrE.-The Boston Medical Jour nal makes mention of a pauper from Fog. land named Charles Mullen, who had been for some time in the Boston work house, and 1 whose appetite almost ruined that excellent establishment. He has been re-shipped tou EnglanG-out of fear, we presume, that he would cause famine here. The Journal says:

 "He could not be satisfied with eating-he has devoured six pounds of bread, and wash Ia4 sk ..sL 4. .l