! when he was axed how old IS your hosS

 Why. says Roger says he, pretending l to stitter--tho' he can talk glib enough for that matter-says he, the old boss is

 s-s-seven, s-s-seven, ss-s-seYen, yer old,

 next grass. So ! should think say the

 other man, says he---G should judge he

 was at least twenty-one. And 50 the matter failed. But twas pretty cutely done though by my son Roger, for all that; don't you think it was considering his age? lies only nineteen yer old yet.

 Ah. he's a rare lad my son Roger, take him altogether. He's quite n mi litary turn too-and what's more, he's got into q rising post. He's fourth cop perel in the Second Company Of Slabs. c it would do your heart good to see him in his regimentals, with his spatter- boxes and bagonet and belt, and old Queens arm secured up with sand and brickdust till you could see your face in it. And then to see him-march how he puts one foot afore t'other, and steps the music, and holds up his head-why! you d think Ile was born with gun on his shoulder and eartouehbox by his side, and all the cltrements about him. ! GU could 'nt get him into coffee pot now, I can tell ye. And then to hear him give the word of command, as he sometimes does to a few of his fellow .sodgers what a woicehe's got-it sounds like twenty tffiiff, ttffiif hafnmers-yoa might hear it whole mile, shoulder fulliek ground fullick! half cock fullick! order fullick! poise fullick! fix bagnet! right face! forrard march, and so on through the whole chapter. Why, shouldn't be at all surprised if he should be a gin- eral yet. He's got the matter in him, or else I'm no judge of small fish.

 He's a rare lad, my son Roger. He's q politician toe, he knows what is what as well as the best on'em. o, if you could only hear him explaterate about the affairs of the nations, and the wrights of the people, and trenchment and reform, andall that, you would be as tonished.-Why, he says, that Wash inkton was no genral, that old John Ad- ans was a tory and that Hamilton, what killed Aaron Burr, was monarcher, and deserved to be gullentined, as Louisa the XVI. was. lie says that Bona parte Was the greatest publican since the days of Juli Caesar and what's more he says we hadn't ort to have any rules at all-that but every man do, as he likes, in a publican country-He's a rare lad, my son Roger; l should not be at all surprised if he should he a sem biY nun, or justice of peace, some day.

 Besides what I've told you, he knows a thing or two about books and school for that matter he's got clean above the master, who can't say boo to a goose in comparison to him. It could be worth your while just to hear him speak-he's the greatest nor ator. in school, such voice he's got. and such motions he makes with his hands up and down. Why, it would estonish you to hear him speak Pope's Pollywog toto Addison's Cato, think he calls it. How he does reel il of hand over fist.-You couldn't put him into coffee pot now, TO, nor twepty coffee pots. can tell ye.

 So much for parental partiaIlty, ane my son Roger.-.N Y. Constellation,

 stoyofa Dog.--Thc following inter estipg story is abridged by the Phiiadel nhia Bulletin. from the London Month