MISCELLANEOUS.

Etom the Boston Courier. A TALE OF A BAG OF BEANS,


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 Every body in the County of Essex has heard of Joe Bunker, and the quips and cranks by him enacted. In truth he was a famous fellow in his day, so noted for his bUShwacking ruSlicity of breeding that his name has passed into proverb and made him immortal. Joe Bunker's char ac,er is now regarded by all the cronies and gossips in tho North East corner of Massachusetts as the beau ideal of genuine unsophis,icated Yankee ciodhopper.

 His fame for ten miles round the country ran,

 And aIl the old ladies calico him queer man.

 He was the first mortal in these parts that ever picked his teeth with wooden shoe. Various other fashions introduced by him are in the remembrance of many, but it it is not our purpose now to specify them. The story of his courtship and the bag of beans is not so common, it runs thus:

 It was sometime in the month of April or May, or at any rate, just at the time of the planting of beans, of all the days of a Sunday, that Joo being at meeting, 'spied Colonel Shute's daughter Hannah. It was in prayer time (they make terrible long prayers in that part of the country;) and Joe was hanging over the pew door in about the shape of figure 5, tired to death and wriggling himself about in as awkward and slouchipg fashion as can well be imagined. Joe looked at Han nah, and Hannah looked at Joe. It is pretty certain that the li,tle hedghog Gu pid shot off a pair of his qulls at the same instant, for Hannah was struck with a ve- ry queer sensation, and as for Joe, he felt something which he could not describe except by saying that it was kind of an like.

 This is all we happen to know of the first item in this chapter of accidents. The next morning Joe lay in bed so late that his father began to grumble, and presently his mother came up stairs.

 Come Joe.' said she, get up and go to planting your beans.'

 I can't,' said Joe, I'm sick

 Sick2 Whats the matter with you What ails youl'

 I don't know what ails me; I don't want to tell.'

 Don't want to tell fiddlestick; let us know what it is.'

 Joe hid his face under the blanket for some time, and at last blubbered out, | want to go and see the ColOnel's Hannah Down goes the old woman and reports proceedings to her husband. What said old Bunker, he go to see the Colo nel's Hannah! tell him to come instantly and plant his bcans.' The old woman runs back and tells this to Joe.

 But Joe was hard to work upon. He was granite he was adamant; there was no softening him, no moving him. You might as easily havo shouldered Oldtown Hill from its foundation as have made him start a peg. Il won't go to planting beans; will go and see the Colonel's Hannah.'- This was all she could get out of him, and so she padded off again to her hus- band.

 'Raally, MT. Bunker, there's no get ting Joc to mind he says he won't go to planting beans nor touch to and he will go and see the Colonel's Hannah. Now do let the poor boy have his own way for once ;-remember you was young man yoursclf' This was bringing the matter home, and Old Bunker, though he was no logician nor imagined how the thing could be proved in BGralipton or Ferito, yet he thought the reasoning so pat to the pur- pose that he fairly yielded. Well, well, let him take Dobbin and go, but not stay long

 But said Joe on hearing this, won't go without I can go grand, and won't have Dobbin.' Of goes the old woman once more with this intelligence.

 Well then,' said old Bunker, he may go grand. and let him take old Bob.'

 But won't ride old BOb,' said Joe, I'll have POssett.' linen take POssett, says his father, and make haste back

 Hcreupon Joe began to hustle about with all speed, and bedizzcn himself out in his Sundays best. Re was strapping, boney, long-sided fellow. 1t would do you good to see him dressed in the fashion of that day, astride of his nag.

 Joe had just bestowed hearty kick upon the ribs of his Rozinante at setting out for the Coloncl's, when old Bunker bawl- ed after him, Halloo, Joe stop there, come back again. You are going by Pearson's mill, and you shall take couple of bags of corn, to be ground, while youg to the Colonel's; and bring it back with you when you come away and so you can kill two dogs with one stonc.' Joe was inclined to demur to this plan of mix :- A,..:un.s h,,f haa;nw an sx-a~eA e:s,na ar