THE MONTHS.
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l "We be 1ame Ot sisters,

 ! Ofdvers age and countenances,-- Down from the old-maid sheer, that blisters, To matron's smiles and bridal glances.

 Now ifyc'ii listen to our dittie,

 We'll tell you how our ife is keeping; five will nov,--the more's the pittie,- Yen lose an hour or two oE--seepng." Oid Song.

 January is an old spinster, with head as gray as an icicle, and hooked nose. She cannot be called crOss-eyed; yet she has that kind of ocular indecision,' '' which causes the direction of the lines of vision, instead of approaching to focus, to diverge, and form what is called in geom- etry an obtuse angle. By this means she can keep good look out, both to the lee- ward and windward, and that without any interruption to the frozen gravity of her situation, by turning to the right or left. She never says much, and keeps her wheel eternally buzzing, and the lint and frag- ments of her broken thrcads fly about like chaff from a flaming mill. Ifany body ever makes her smile, it is their own good fortune and importantly they have to thank for it. She may be made sociable too i; but it is as much as all her conversation is worth and it does happen, once perhaps in an age, that when any remarkably inter- esting object is presented to her inspec- ton, the optical machinery of her upper story involuntarily brings both her eyes to bear at once upon it, and then she looks like other folks. But such phenomenon lasts but short time, ,and she relapses into the same silent, phlegmatic mood as be- fore.

 February is little modest charmer, with

 "Eye Gs 6ius as heaUs,1"

 and she sits day after day, with her finger upon her lip, in one of those half-melan- ci,oly reveries which makes dreams almost real, and reality almost dream. She is the youngest of the whole family. The gravity of matron is not found upon her brow but her lips are strangers to the convulsive smile of girlhOod. She is no coquette, nor is she ''tlirt"--as the mod ern phrase seems to be for the aDtipOdes of all reserve. In short, she is just such