A curNEse TALE.
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 A disciple of tho Toatae, or "Doctors of Reason,'' while medilating among the ton,bs, observed young lady seated by one of them. eagerly employed in fanning the structure. On approaching the spot, and seeing her in tears, he yeniured to ask whose. tomb it might be, and why she took so mucl, pains in flaming itg The lady with great simplicity replied, "You seen widow a, the ton,b of her husband. He was most dear to me, and he loved me in return win equal tenderness. Afflicted at tue idea of parting with me in death, his last words were these, My dearest wife. should yoe ever think of marrying again, couture yon to wait at least until the plaster ofamytemb is entirely dry afier which you have my sanction 10 take anotber h,isbaad. Now, said she, as the materials are still damp, and not likely soon to try, Iithought l would just fan it a little 10 assist in dissipating the noisture.' This w0man,' thought the phil losopher,z' is ina moDstrous hurry and having recently taken sd himself c beauiiful wife, hs hastened home to-Spprise her Of the adventure. Fair promises. thought