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dock ; as have told you hundred times?
But there is always something to pay
when I am from home.


[Eais. Servant.


Enter another Servant.


Cd Servant. The rats have eat great
big hole into the clothes closet, and there
were more than 40 on 'em among your wini
ter clothes, and the childrens' winter hats,
ma'am-


Mrs. A. What do you say?


Cd Ser. Yes indeed they have ma am, and
there's the baby's caps-Oh dear, was so
frightened


Mrs. A. You good -for-nothing hussey, why
didn'nt you shut the cat up in the house, to
kill the rats as I bid you. Oh my fine cr-
mine trimmings, and the childrens' beautiful
chinchellas Til never go abroad again so
long


Mr.. A. Patience, my dear: you hav'nt ex-
amned for yourself yet. We must always
encounter vexations of one kind or anothers
but perhaps the mischief is not SO great as
you apprehend.


Re-enter first se7vanf.


1st. Servant o my goodness, ma'am, the
scuttle has been blown clear away into Mr..
Grubbin's yard, and the rain has come
through


Mrs, A. The scuttlee my patience!


1st.Servant. Yes. ma am, the scuttle: no,
mean the rains have run through the gar
ret floor into the second story parlour,
where the plastering is falling on to the
beautiful new carpet. And the velvet bor-
dering to the paper is all coming off on one
side.


Mrs. A. What careless creature to go
off and never fasten the scuttle DOWN.
You'll drive me mad So 'tis: one must
work and slave themselves to death, to
try to look little decent; and then to
have


| Mr.. A. But have little more patience,
my dear The evils can't be mended by fret-
ting about them. "What can't be cured
must be endured" the proverb goes; and
since we are at home once more, and alive
and we'll, let US be thankful that things are
no worse, and set about making them as much
better as we can.
| Mrs. A. 0 you're always preaching up
patience, as much as Job was; and / don't
believe Jobs wife was half so much tor
/ men-


Enter Clerk.


Clerk. Good morning, Sir: I'm glad to see
you back.


Mr.. Artful. All, Edward, is it you p
Well, how stand matters at the counting
house9


Clerk. Very we'll, l believe. Things
have somewhat improved of late. At least
since the storm in Wall-street has blown o.
ver people know better how they stand.-
| There, Sir, are the private letters received
during your absence. The business letters
are at the Office. E.cit Servant.


Mrs. A. Running over the etters] All,
here. Mr.. Artful, is letter from Saugerties.
DO read it first. I'll warrant it the dear little
creatures have enjoyed themselves in the
country.


! Mr.. A. [Reads.1


"SAuornTrEs, Awkust 90, 1000, 300 e 26.
i "Dear Stur:
"Mine wife katreen wishes you to koom or
sendt for the chldrens so soon as 700 kooms
to home and little pefore. De gals hash
! tored awl dare cloas off in bicking placper-
ries; Fritz got his suntay cloas tore like dun
der and blxum, in 6teing nit Stuff1e Van-
dersemp; and Shorge fell in de pig pen and
sphoilt hish cloas too. dinks as how dey
ish all had fresh air enuif. and dat dey will
be peter off to home. Dey hash been blay-
ing all de mischief nit de blaguey Yankee
poys above tousend times, and ton't kno
put five huntret. Ash dey hash awl got de
itch py blaying nit de neighpors, yoo had
peter haf some primstone ieddy ven dey
kooms.-I haf moved zince you wash up do
Saugerties de lasht dime put vonce. So now
if you kooms, yoo must go pasht prother ia
cobuses parn thatchd NIT single, put dat aint
hish house. Den you musht so de pridge
over and little river up, dill yoo kooms to de
next house put don't stop dare, for its a
placksmit's shop. Den durn dc school
house round, and mine house is de next put
dree before you koomes to it. can't send
yoo de cider now, as de poys did not put
appels enuff to de water for Niew Workers,
and we must send it to de canawl diggers. I
don't rite much now, put vonce l Good rite
rite so sooplime dat nobody could understand
it.


i Yours foreffer and more too,
"HANS HARDENBROOK. k
Mrs. A. Poor. dear little creatures! l
wonder how my old uncle's folks could have
been so thoughtless as to use them SO. And
then to let them associate with all the COM
: mon children in the neighborhood: its SO pro-
voking'


Mr.. A. There are no separate grades of
society, my dear, in such country towns I;
and children will have their sports, and their
associates, of some Sort II ours have not
suffered in their morals as we'll as their clothes


