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TRe Three Jolly HMs6Gnds.-Thrse Jolly husbands. out in the country, by the names off Tim Watson, Joe Brown, and BilI Walker, sat late one evening drinking at a village tavern, until being pretty well corned, they agreed that each one, on re- turning home, should do the first thing his rife told him. in default of which he should { the next morning pay the bill. They then separated for the night, engaging to meet again the next morning and give an honest account oftheir proceeding at home so far as they relatedto the payment 1.-the bill.

 The next morning, Walker and Brown were early at their posts but it was some time before Watson made his appearance. Walker began first.

 You see, when entered my house the candle was put, and as the fire gave but al glimmering of light, came near walking accidentally into pot of batter that the pancakes were to be made of this morning. My wife, who was dreadfully out of humor at sitting up so long, said to me, sarcastical- ly, " Do put yOur foot ie the batter r'- Just as you say, Maggy," said |; and thereupon, without the least hesitation. l set my foot in the pot ofbatter. and then went to bed."

 Next Joe Brown told his story. My wife, said he, $ had already retired to rest in our usual sleeping room which adjoins the kitchen, and the door of which was left ajar. Not being able to navigate perfect ly well you know, I made dreadful clat- tering among the household furniture and my wife, in no very pleasant tone, bawled out, "Do break the pOyridgcpOt, Joe 2"- No sooner said than done. I seized hold of the bail of the pot, and striking it against the chimney jam, broke it in hundred pieces. After this exploit. I retired to Eest, and got curtain lecture all night for my pains.'

 It was now Tim Watson's turn to give an account of himself; which he did, with a very long face, as follows. My wife gave me the most unlucky command in the world: for as was bfundering up stairs in the dark, she cried out, Do break your rotten neck, do, Tim !''-'I'Il be esd if do, Kate,' said l, as gathered myself up{ +1'll sooner pay the bill.' And SO, land- lord, here's the cash for you. This is the last time I'll ever risk five dollars on the commands of my wife. ."-N. Y. Trans.