LITTLE ROCK, (Ank MORNING. NOVEMBER 25 Is4s

the next is more perfect. Look at this, Mir.
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the next is more perfect Look at this, Mir Short.

 What pretty-lookng gosling.

 o, murder Mir. Short, thought you were a man of more taste.

 admire young goose, stuffed and roast ed. l But l mean in drawing.

 Did you ever see me draw cork, Mrs Long?

 Nonsense. Now you've got from beer and cider to corks. A gosling, indeed Why, that is a goldiineh, Mir. Short

 Pm very glad you informed me, Mrs Long, for really my taste in painted birds is so small that l took that to be a gosling And what's this A codfsh, as Pm alive, and charming one 1t Is.

 o, Mir. Short, how can you be so stupid That's butterfly.

 Is that butterfly, Mrs. Long! Do you say, upon your honor, that codfsh is but terny, [ Fle! fife! Mr. Short, I've as good mind as ever l had to eat, not to show you another living thing. You've no taste in ornthology. Perhaps you would like the flowers better. Isn't that beautiful?

 What, that cabbage? Inever could abide a cabbage.

 Cabbage! o, shocking call that rose a cabbage

 Is that rose?

 Indeed, it is. a damask rose. Look at this, Mr. Short.

 What, that mullen? Well, that is pretty, must eonfess-it's as natural as life.

 That's a camation, Mr. Short.

 O, a canation, is it! Well, suppose you're right. Yes, 1t must be a carnation, now think of it.

 Don't you think, MT. Short, that Zephyri- na draws surprisingly for one of her age?

 l must confess never saw the like.

 Pm charmed to hear you say so, Nr. Short. The appreciation of a man of taste is very gratifying.

 Pve very little taste in these things, as l said before.

 Take piece of this cake, Mr. Short, and glass of this wine. The cake is of Zephyr ina's own making

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 Light as cork; don't you find it so

 Heavy as a grindstone, muttered MT. Short; Fll not be able to sleep wink to- nght-terrible thing for the dyspepsia rll take another glass of wine, if yot please, ma'am Confound the cake.

 Zephyrina, dear, l wish you'd entertain MT Short few moments, while I-

 Pll take my leave, Mrs. Long. Good night.

 MT. Short took his leave, and Mrs. Long declared to her daughter Zephyrina, that she thought any further attempt to catch the grabbed old bachelor, would be labor thrown away, and that she should presently bait her hook for some smaller fry.