From ths Rochester Daily Aduertissr. AJOYFUL SURPRISE.
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On the morning of the first day of the late election an interesting scene might have been witnessed in a low dilapidated dwelling somewhere in this goodly city. At the place and time mentioned there might have been seen, sitting at a scantily furnished break fast table. man with good phreno!og!cal dc- velopcmentS, Q prepossessing physical struc- turc, but with counteDance moody and irri- table. On his right sut a woman, his wife,

 little if any past the meridian of life, but exhibiting traces of premature fading of face and figure still mildly beautiful. Aths left sat his daughter,-a yet unblighted copy of her patient but sorrow stricken mother in all the healthfulness of incipient woman hood. In this young woman's eyes tears were gathering, and as she turned her timld face towards her moody father, they might have been seen glistening like the pearly drops of summer morning, as the first beams of the sun glances on their crystal surface.- Her heart was full. and her voice tremulous as she at length gained courage sufficiently 10 einculate, " Father" :" The moody man s.artcd as though the sound of long forgotten melody echoed in his ears. He bent his gaze inquirisgly on his trembling child, and in ac- cents unusually soh for him, said "Well, Bell, what would your" Bell" feltembold- ened, and dressing her face in a sweet. plea ding smile, replied, :" would, father, that you would not go to the election today" The frown reappeared-it was stern and bitter, as he asked sharply, "Why not! Bell could not answer She seemed anxious to escape from the angry gaze Of father whom, but a moment before, she hoped to conciliate---She was about to withdraw, when voice of star ting iiercenes said to her, Girl, look on your father! You, but child, presume to counsel hin, as to what he should do, and in this you doubtless act as the agent of your mother could have borne 10 have been called Q drunkard--aye a drunkGrd "-and shiver passed over him" But" continued he. "lo have it insinuated by a child is too much shall 20 to the election. Sc. bring me my hat" No word of remonstrance was heard, and the miserable man rushed rom ms dwelling. ,.,

 That day bitter tears were shed around the hearth stone of Powell P-. Noon came, but 60 did not the father ofthe grief stricken Isabel. Night too, with it's darksome lone lines, drew it's curtains around. but no signs off the return of the infatuased-the fallen father and husband. TediOusly wore the hours of night away. Often did the mother and daughter instinctivcly cling to each other as some casual noise induced the belief that inc object ot their solicitude had indeed come, but how dId they dread to encounter