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This is very rare animal; but he is to
has been successfully disputed; and that
very handsome and graceful animal, IN
stead Of being harnessed 10 Her Majesty's
state carriage--as assuredly the species
should be, could eight of them be pro-
cured--is merely employed upon heraldic
duty, namely, to support Her Majesty's
Arms. But the good husband-let all our
virgin readers take hearts not fabulous.
We cannot, certainly, precisely mark out
his habitual. We do not think the crea-
ture is to be found at public masquerades,
or billiard rooms, or in soiled boots, dane
ing the Polka at the Casino de Venus, de
Bacchus, or any other casino of any other
disreputable heather deity. The habits,
too, Of the Best of Husbands vary with
the best of wives. Some are best for one
particular virtue some, for another--and
some for virtues too numerous 10 specify.
Some Best Of Husbands are always buying
best Of wives new gowns; some best, again,
are continually taking their better-best to
the opera or play; in fact in ten thousand
different modes do the Best Of Husbands
show their superiority to the second best,
and the middling, and the fine ordinary, and
those merely good for families. But Mr..
Brown, the best husband Of the best Mrs.
Brown, did-according to that excellent
in the most devoted manner display the
paramount excellence of his martial quail
ties. Mrs. Brown herself, only on Thurs
day last, informed her dear friend Mrs
Smith of the popularity that blessed her
with the best Of men. Mrs. Smith had
dropt in to talk Of nothing, and have adish
Of tea. Mrs. Smith had left her bonnet,
mutf and cloak, in Mrs. Browns bedroom,
and was seated at Mrs. Downs FIRE. Mrs.
Smith put her hands to her head and softly
sighed.


Mrs. Brown. What's the matter, my
dear1 You don't look well. Nothing
particular, hope'


Mrs. Smith. Oh no, nothing. Only
Smith again as usual.


Mrs. Broun. Poor thing! Well, i do
pity you. What is it.


Mrs Smith. Oh, my love, that Club.
He wasn't home till two this morning, and
| setting up, and-yes. but you are a hap
py woman. Eve no doubt, now, that Mr..
Brown 54


Mrs. Bro,Dn. Bless you, my dear! He
was reading the paper to me all the even
ing. aiss I


Mrs Smith. Ha! Mr.. Brown is good
man. t8 M


Mrs. Bro,cn. A good man, my deare
If were to tell you all, you would
say so. In fact, he's the best Of husbands,
and one little thing will prove ii. a6t


Mrs. Smith. What's that Mrs. Brown


Mrs. BroaOn. Why this, Mrs. Smith.
ou wouldt once think it Of the dear, kind