No. 5l.-WnoLE No. 467.s
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you was fool for giving up your business If I had any real calamity, l might have been pretty well of, though I had too much money. My eldest son gfew very fat, and for a long time worried myself every 7 night for fear he would be attacked by apO- plexy but instead of taking fits he took politics-and could soon count his ribs. It was too bad, with all.my whims and nos tions. I could get nothing to think about. could not take my favorite walk without having the east wind to blow in my face. Folks came to me fer my money, and l lot them have it because I did not know what to do with it n,yself---there was a real sal- isfaction in being of use to somehody.-- How did I watch for my bills to hecome due Many time Eve had breakfast an hour earlier than common. and set out on a brisk trotto pay mechanic who lived tenrods from my door. 'st'

 s.tas ! But how did your money hold eui, neighbor Bond r said Jones. II desire to be ilankfuI, neighbor Jones, the barrel soon run low at the bnng hole. I, had to go to work again, nnd now, am q happy man sir. My children all behave well, for ! didn'tplay rich long enough to spoil them. My eldest son goes a representative from our town; and my daughters are all well married. Sometimes they tell me they wish would not work so hard, but say to lem, I've learnt wisdom by experience -let them be idle that like it. Here I'll dig till you have to dig new home for me- But, neighbor Bond, said Jones, 1t makes me mad 10 see them rnffie-shirt gentry there in Boston. with their white waist bands, walking by the market so stately- like, as ifthey was afraid my breath would spoil their new broadcloth. Don't it raise your old Adam, neighbor Bond?' Not ,a bit, mal,--not bit 1; often look over my shoulder at them and laugh, as say, to my- self, When a man has nothing to do, if must be a great comfort to think he is of so much consequence.' sWell neighbor Bond, you are happy man. For my part,qI don't like to be lorded over.' sLorded over! Heaven help thee, man! we lord 1t over them. should like to know what measure they can carry, if the honest yco-

 manry of the country have a mind to vote against them The honest, hard- working men, who take newspaper home. and read it with candid minds in tho lbosoms of industrious families--.hese are the men to save the mutton, when the nation is in danger. ain7prond of my station, sir. and I III ny to use my power well. There are good folks among the rich, as well as the. poor. It makes n man neither better nor worse to be . gentleman, provided he has : taste for it.s lf tho gentry, nsgyou call 'ens, vote for what is, fair, I n vote with them and if they want ao vote for any thing that will oppfess the people,eI guess they'l find they aint of so much con- sequence as they think they are. Let the upstarts among 'em enjoy their inc clothes as little Sammy does his rattle and if thsy have mind to take the trouble, let them tell forty lies a week to hide that their grandfather made leather brooches for "a living. What do care2 Can't | know that am the happiest of the two [ Ant I as free And hav'n't as much weight In the Government as they have q You talk like . book, MT. Bond; but after all, don't like to see their carriages and footmen reii- ing by my old hay cart Very like. very like. neighbor Jones for, as Aunt Betty says, shere is great deal of human nature in man. :9+ q .. tsA,

 DINNER AMONG THE NYGdERs.

 GensnseM and Lad;es- Ono an all, fist step into dc dinner, # you pleases. Eeffe ladies, set on, dis sido ob de table. Now gemmen an ladies help yourself ebsry ting dat is good. if you please. We use no compremsnts here, jist dibe in, and sbsry felIer look out for he-se'f. s .sa .s,.

 Tom, hand ober dat appersauss. ,.aA- Shan't do it sir. \ By gosh, if you don't do it. HI pull your wool for you.' .Jack, if you don't quit alvin into dat are puddin so tarnatianly, by gum, HI throw a tathr Ut ye'-' if you do, I wish | mou, be scorch- ed # don't let you hab one ob desc ere biskils side ob your head. my boy.' Jist look at dat are nigger--how he swoller dem are dumpliDgs; gosh, Molly, if ever I seed our brindle swoller turnips faster.' 'Sancho, what under ds canopy ob Jubitsr you drinkin up all dat are dip-don't you know noihin, or don't you7' Miss Di- nah. shans hope you 10 piece ob dis old l gobler T-s No tank ye, my tomachy 60