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 That is my misfortune, Mis-. Long

 Well. well, every body must have their little peculiarities. Did ever show you nay daughter Zephyrina's drawings 2

 Ofbeer, orciderl' What are you thinking of, MT. Short r

 Whys I don't pretend to know, I'm sure ma'am.'

 Il spoke about zephyrina's drawing and you talk about beer or cider. mean her drawings of birds and flowers, MT. Short

 'Oh--ay-yes-I understand you.'

 Just step to this table, MT. Short, and we can examine to more advantage. 'Fhere what do you think of that, Mr. Short? 2

 That's beautiful crow.' "A crow! Mir. Short-ha Ina 1! ha! q crow Why, what in the world can you be thinking of? That's robin redbreast.' We'll, ' dare say it is. now you mem tion it, Mrs. Long-but I really took it to be crow. The truth is, these things should always have the names written un- dcrneath.'

 .So told Zephyrina-but la she said they'd speak for themseIves.'

 Cav! Cav !-I beg your pardon, ma am, that's the note of crow, and now l recollect you said this was robin red. breast.'

 This was one of Zephyrina's first ate tempts the next IS more perfect. Look at this. MT. Short.' turning over leaf

 What pretty looking gcsling!'

 sMnrder! MT. Short-l thought you was man of more taste.'

 . 1 admire young goose, we'll stuffed and roasted.'

 But mean in drawing.''

 Did you ever see me drawing corks Mrs. Long g?'

 Nonsense! Now you've got from beer and cider to corks. A gosling indeed! Why, this is a gold6nch, MT. Short.'

 I'm very glad you informed me, Mrs. Long, for really my taste in painted birds is so small, that took that to be gosling. An, whats here? A codfish, as Fun alive, and a charming one it is.' 'Oh, MT. Short, MT. Short, how can you be so stupid That's butterfly

 Is that butterfly Mrs Long? do you say, upon your honor, that codish is but- terfly.'

 Fie fe! Mr. Short; I've as good a mind, as ever I had to eat, not to show you another living thing. You've no taste in ornthology. Perhaps you'll like the flowers better. Isn't that beautiful 2 What that cabbage2 never could abide cabbage.' Cabbagc! o shocking call that rose cabbage.'

 'Is that rose 2

 Indeed it is, damask rose. Look at this, MT. Short.'

 What, that mullen We'll, that is pret- ty must confess--it's as natural as life.'

 That's carnalion, MT. Short.'

 That carnation, is it well, dare say you're right-yes, it must be carna- tion, now Ithink of it,

 Don't you think, on the whole, Mr. Short, that Zephyrina draws surprisingly for one of her age ?

 I must confess never saw the Ike.'

 I'm charmed to hear you say so, Mr. Short-the appreciation of a man of taste is highly gratifying

 I've very little taste in these things, as said before.'

 | Take piece of this cake. MT. Short, and glass of wine. The cake is of Zeph. yrina's own making

 sUmph!' .

 Light as cork-don't you find it so ?

 Heavy as grindstone,' muttered Mr. Short. Sha'n'l be able to sleep a wink to- night-terrrible thing for the dyspepsia. I'll take another glass of wine, if you please, ma'am. Contound the cake y

 Zephyrina. dear, wish you'd entertain MT. Short few minutes, while 1 -

 I'll take my leave, Mrs. Long. Good night

 MT. Short took his leave, and Mrs. Long declared to her daughter Zephyrina, that she thought any further attempt to catch the crabbed old bachelor would be labor thrown away, and that she should present. ly bait her hook for some smaller fry. | ". r. Constellation.

 Industry.-Man mus, have occupation, or be miserable. Foil is the price of sleep and appetite, of health and enjoyment.- The very necessity which overcomes our natural sloth is a blessing. The world does not contain briar or thorn that di- vine mercy could have spared. We are lhappier with the sterility which we can overcome by industrys than we could have been with spontaneous plenty and un. bounded pFefusiop. The body and tho mind are improved by the toil that fatigues them that toll is U thousand times re" warded by the pleasure which it bsstow:.