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stinctively return, to the spot where she had left 

 her young one, and, on recovering her dear Joey, 

 would hurriedly replace it in its sanctuary, and re- 

 tire far away, amidst the hills and valleys, for 

 many successive weeks. But jNIaster Joey is fre- 

 quently captured by the huntsman, reared up by 

 hand, and invested with a bright scarlet collar, 

 to distinguish him from his uncivilized brethren. 

 I brought up one, which formed a great source of 

 mirth and admiration to us all. To witness gen- 

 tle, unsophisticated Joey turn out of his warm crib 

 at daylight, and join the hounds and half-a-dozen 

 huntsmen, displaying his great agility and delight 

 by clearing dogs, buckets, and iron pots at a sin- 

 gle bound, added considerably to the fun and 

 good-humored witticisms which always enliven an 

 early hunting-party, even in the green forests of 

 the antipodes. In the heat of the chase, gentle 

 Joej' — arrived at the age of two years — could keep 

 pace with the swiftest of our pack ; invariably took 

 his place, leaping in the midst of them, and was 

 always in at the death. — Tlddy-tliree Years in 

 Tasmania and Victoria. 



LADIES' DEPARTMENT. 



MABKIAGB OP DAUGHTERS. 

 Henry Taylor, in his "Notes from Life," com- 

 prises not a little sound as Avell as practical phil- 

 osophy upon the incidents leading to marriage, 

 and the relations of mothers thereto. We give it 

 for the benefit of both mothers and daughters : 



"If an unreasonable opposition to a daughter's 

 choice bs not to prevail, 1 think that, on the other 

 hand, the parents, if their views of marriage be 

 pure from worldliness, are justified in using a good 

 deal of management — not more than they very 

 often do use, but more than they are wont to 

 avow or than society is wont to countenance — 

 with a view to putting their daughters in the way 

 of such marriages as they can approve. It is the 

 way of the world to give such management an ill 

 name, probably because it is most used by those 

 who abuse it to worldly pur|:)oscs ; and I have 

 heard a mother pique herself on never having 

 taken a single step to get her daughters married, 

 which appeared to me to have been a dereliction 

 of one of the most essential duties of a parent. If 

 the mother be wholly passive, either the daugh- 

 ters must take steps and use management for 

 themselves — which is not desirable — or the hap- 

 piness and the most important interests of their 

 lives, moral and spiritual, must be the sport of 

 chance, and take a course purely fortuitous ; and 

 in many situations, where unsought opportunities 

 of choice do not abound, the result may not im- 

 probably be such a love and marriage as the moth- 

 er and every one else contemplates with astonish- 

 ment. Some such astonishment I recollect to 

 have expressed on an occasion of the kind to an 

 illustrious poet and philosopher, whose reply I 

 have always borne in mind when other such cases 

 have come under my observation — 'We have no 

 reason to be surprised, unless we know what may 

 have been the young lady's opportunities. If Mi- 

 randa had not fallen in with Ferdinand, she would 

 have been in love w^ith Caliban.' " 



ON A WEDDING DAT. 



Nine years ago you came to me, 



And nestled on my breast, 

 A soft and winged mystery. 



That settled here to rest ; 

 And my heart rocked its babe of bliss 



And soothed its child of air 

 With something 'twixt a song and kiss, 



To keep it nestling there. 



At first I thought the fairy form 



Too spirit-soft and good 

 To fill my poor, low nest with warm 



And wifely womanhood. 

 But such a cozy peep of home 



Did your dear eyes unfold ; 

 And in their deep and dewy gloom 



What tales of love were told ! 



In dreamy curves your beauty droopt, 



As tendrils lean to twine. 

 And very graciously they stoopt 



To bear their fruit, my vine ! 

 To bear such blessed fruit of love 



As tenderly increased 

 Among the ripe vine-bunches of 



Your balmy-breathing breast. 



We cannot boast to have bickered no( 



Since you and I were wed: 

 We have not lived the smoothest lot, 



Nor found the downiest bed I 

 Time hath not passed o'erhead in stars 



And underfoot in flowers, 

 With wings that slept on fragrant airs 



Through all the happy hours. 



It is our way, more fate than fault. 



Love's cloudy fire to clear ; 

 To find some virtue in the salt 



That sparkles in a tear ! 

 Pray God it all come right at last, 



Pray God it so befall. 

 That when our day of life is past 



The end may crown it all ! Gerald Masset. 



DOMESTIC KECEIPTS. 

 How TO ■Make Elderberry Wine. — The 

 berries, when ripe, are picked by the stems, then 

 stripped Avith the hands, or trimmed with shears. 

 Next they are mashed fine, which can be done by 

 means of a pounder, similar to those used for 

 pounding clothes. Let them remain until the next 

 day, when the juice is pressed out in a cheese 

 press, or any other convenient way. Next, boil 

 the juice twenty minutes ; skim it, and add four 

 pounds of sugar to the gallon. When milk-warnr 

 add a small piece of bread crust that has been 

 dipped in yeast. Let it stand three days, remove 

 the crust, and the wine is ready for bottling. Age 

 improves it. Some add spices to the liquor when 

 boiled. This is a great favorite with the English. 



To Dress Cucumbers. — Take three good-sized 

 cucumbers, pare them, put them in cool water fcjr 

 an hour, take them out and cut them in the usual 

 way ; sprinkle salt upon them and let them be so 

 until an hour before dinner ; drain ofl' the salt 

 liquor ; put them into a vegetable dish. Take a 

 pint of sour cream, {not too old,) a good table- 

 spoonful of cider vinegar, a piece of butter the size 

 of a hickory nut ; put them on the fire and let the 

 mixture come to a boil ; pour it over the cucum- 

 bers while hot ; set them by in a cool place until 

 dinner. We think it is the only way to eat them. 

 Try it. So says a lady in the Amcrirau Frtrmrr. 



