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How the wind blewl h diln,t Blow a steady gale iske mousooa, eF plaalding old mercantile irade wind, but is gamboiesi, ii frisked, II sporsed, now here, nos tseYe, ap and down, forward and back, calecork esinq round and round d--heydiddIe-dsddl6 Whewl my eyeel Sometimes tt rushed fusionssv from all quarters agaihss Trinity spire, atssl when afopad is eousflm't blow is down, away \ dusksd 10 have fight with she foan.ain m the Park; and serfible liae ihSy had ol Il, the fowniain foansfax asssI hsasiay anu spoatiRg ard housishnig up hsavely, more and more, Iie more t was put tiowa. down. tall the wind got tired ef that, and rushed away through the street, raStIiag blinds and saslaes, and forcing cilimaeys te swallow their own smoke. and turning vaues til tileir heads swam, and Tapping linens that hung to dry In the back yards. and hewilierinQ the poor laundry maids Io that degree they didn't know what Co do wilh themselves. ans rushed indoors in despair.

 How the wind blew! Ny soul aiise, why there wasn'I esack, er eranny, or ere, vice in easement, from Union Place to the Bowling Green, bui wha, II pryed into ana turned into sn extempogarv orRan pipe: Ilaers wasn't I.eary oFl~slse bead uf prosuenadeI Tor all that distance, that Ii did not take the shine o.it oi; there wasn't a boaRet--ao---no the incest, cosiest, snngge-s hstle iove of s thing, such as Rose woFs to Nhooi, aui what il flusiered its ribbons, and shook Il a, if it were made, all in sport, wafran, mel there wasn't nose that |. did 10, touch lli. lip of, (cfuel wind, |, might have sparet Sarahss, that was so sharp nos cheek | did not kiss and sci to blushing How th. hack horses breaihed smoke from their fer, noslrils, and the drivers. how they slappet their arms across their breasts for warmth and whipped their teasps uniRercifully, be. cause they must do something, aad couEdn' help it.

 O, wlia, wind, For wih all its life ans joyous hustle, II was a solemn old wiud-- oid--old--old--as lle hills, andis flew witl soft wings over the tombs in St. Paul's aus whispered gently in di,n reces$es where tls noble and llle good, and the far and l,c in uocent lay sleeping, ave, II WAS eharitabls wind. lor i. blew through the rags ol shiver- ing beggars, that had crept out from theil loa,hsome dens, and gave them some relish of happeF days. o! Il was a solemn old wind, and a charitable, r.gla merry wiallal and hearty There aas no pride abou, II, i played with golden ringle,s m Inverted chariots, and a moment alter it WAS iwiddIins a lltlle pigs tall in tie gutler--a genial wind aud 1t blew all day in inc clean swept street. that would have been more dusty, but for li.. late rain; and nsauy manly man remarket io his gentle wife, while ihe iea-ketlIe wa, singing for his supper yesternight-~Ifov the wind blew r'--.N. K Courier.