NO! NO! NO! WON'T,
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ny hard words to his pretty wife, though sht had been teasing him.

 Henry Hartwell's wife was as pretty wift as any man need to have. She was neithe, short nor tall-of beautiful proportions -witl a Ilp-an eye-She had two of each. They looked like thousand other lips and eyes, But what was she teazing her affectionate husband about What could have made Henry Hartwell, the most amiable and loy- ing ot husbands, say No! no !! I wont F to his beautiful wife? We will go back and

 Julia. my love, good evening" said Henry other evening. -.

 Good evening, Henry, how do you do P said Julia in her blandest voice. and with her sweetest smile. =.

 Tired my dear, is tea ready?'

 1t will be in moment. Sally! Sally came with the urn and toast. Henry Harf. well sat at one side of the table-Ahfs wife sat opposite. Three weeks after marriage with aPretty wife, is what don't happen every day, ana both husband and wife made the most or It. Their mutual endearment softened and s"eetened the bitter cup of life, very much as tnelr sugar and cream added to the palate- Go,taty of their hyson.

 My dear, is your tea agreeableP

 Excellent, my love- <. dear? N ''''' my

 A A very little, my love, if you please.' couples have an undo1bted right to make fools of themselves if they please. And the fact of their being young married couples presuppose that they have lost their wits

 Julia and Henry-Henry 6 Julia, or in oth. CT words, MT. and Mrs. HartwelL were han. py couple. Not a single storm had clouded their connubial horizon they acted in its perfection the short and laughable farce of Matrimonial Felicity. rH

 Henry Hartwell sat on the sofa with his loving bride beside him-what a subject for a painter! ..4

 Henry, my love- saidthe fascinating wife, q never knew happiness till now

 If my love can make you happy, you must be the happiest of women.'

 So l am, my Henry--and am sure you DO love mel should be wretched if could think otherwise. know you would do any.

 Gan you doubt it, my dearY-

 No, I will not. We'll, l have one little tri. fe to ask--I am sure you will grant 1t as soon as asked-and know you are as anxious to assure me of your affection as am proud to deserve it. a.f t-t'ifFr

 'Name it, my love, and if its in my pow CT, ] shall delight to gratify you-whatis is it 2

 Well, my love, Mrs. Splash has been here this afternoon, and-' 7i. 1f. .a .H.A|

 fl don't like Mrs. Splash,' interrupted Hem ry..

 You don't !-how strange !-I think her very nice woman. We'll, she says that Mir. Cotton has purchased beautiful carriage and a span of grays, and that Mir. Porter, Emily's husband, you know, my love, has bought most elegant coach, and two beautiful bay horses. Now, my love, Mrs. Splash says that you really ought to set up carriage

 My dear Julia, you must consider that though Mr. Cotton and MT. Porter can af- ford to keep carriage, my business and for- tune will by no means warrant it.

 70, MT. Hartwell, how can you say so when every one says how we'll you are doing. l am sure, my dear, you can afford it as well as others-a great many others. Now. my dear, know you will, for my sake. Only think-to have Mrs. Cotton and Mrs. Porter riding in their coaches, and your wife going on foot

 Mrs. Hartwell, should be happy to O. blige you in any thing reasonable, but at present cannot afford to pay two thousand dollars for a coach and span of grays-so hope you will be contented to wait until 6m Hartwell said this, he rose from the sofa and buttoned up his coat, in order, we suppose, to strengthen his resolution, which he perceiv- ed, by sort of instinct. was to be put to the test. The first connubial squabble is an awk- ward affair compared to what they are when one is more accustomed to them.

 'Now, Mr. Hartwell, do think you are al. most as stingy as Mrs. Splash says you are ; said Julia, half poutfng-half laughing.

 sD--n Mrs. Splash,' said the husband, with no half and half expression of counte- nance.

 sHow can you talk so about my friends, MT, Hartwellr said Mrs. H. with a decided bout, and two thirds of frown.

 Your friends are quite too ofiicious in my affairs said MT. H. determinedly.

 Julia saw it was no time for trifiing now she smoothed out the frown-contracted the pout, and with admirable adroitness burst into a flood of tears, which would have O. verset or quite carried away weaker mans resolutions.

 .Here is the proper place for little senti- u,ent. which the reader will please to imagine.

 sComet my love- said Mr. Hartwell, lit- tie softened5 this won't do-in tears three weeks after marriage-really Julia, did not expect this--come my love, dry your eyes l will do any reasonable thing to make you happy ,. .c.. :. little sflower-so burst forth the beautiful face of Julia Hartwell. .,...,

 1Then, my love. you will buy the coach and grays?

 Indeed, Julia, cannot afford it.

 Indeed, Henry. you nnust'-halfa pout.

 'Icannot, so pray don't urge the point any farther.'

 You are a barbarous, cruel man. MT