AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
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‘LET ME SLEEP. 
Politicians.— In his discourse, upon Polly- 
Tishuns , Mr. Julius Ctesar Hannibal of the A. 
Y. Picayune , is very plain-spoken.. He handles 
the subject without gloves, if his hands are 
I black: . 
A polly-tishun hab no opinions ob his own ; 
I he am like a straw; hold him up, an’ he’ll p int 
w’ich ebber way de wind ob pop’lar ’pinions 
blows him. Ef a platform breaks down, it don t 
“Let me sleep,” said my companion once, 
half pettishly turning from my touch. Let 
for hours’afterwards’^How’ofien has the wish I hurt him, for he am like a cat dat alters htes on 
beerKhld” this weary world, “0 let me its fee,; an’ he run. rite »I■ on anudtlerwur, 
g i e _ » an hoorays as if he allers belong aere. m ee 
The Man whose conscience lashes him for his ’leshun times, he is quiet ’nuff, hke an o!e coon 
misdeed—evils committed and unrepented of, asleep in de top ob a holler tree, hbin o 
cries as he drops his head on his thorny pillow. fat ; but, wen’leshun lcums, he gets I vely like 
“Let me sleep! with sleep comes obhvion. frogs in spring. Den he gits a bank no 
The mourner who has seen some bright and | changed into sixpences, purpus to ^spend^ to 
’t is no go.) ‘ Henry, (the clerk in the store,) 
what was’t I sent for ?” 
“ Henry: ‘ Why, you sent for salt.” 
“Yes ; there it is, as plain as day (spells,) 
“ C-o-l-t—salt!” 
“ The teamster, being an uneducated man, 
sloped.”— Knickerbocker. 
Little Benny.” —So the simple headstone 
said. Why did my eyes fill ? I never saw the 
little creature. I never looked in his laughing 
eye, or heard his merry shout, or listened for 
his tripping tread; I never pillowed his little 
head, or bore his little form, or smoothed his 
silky locks, or laved his dimpled limbs, or fed 
his cherry lips with dainty bits, or kissed his 
rosy cheek as he lay sleeping. 
I did not see his eye grow dim, or his little 
beautifuf one fade from his embrace, like a sum-1 treats wid ebbery body. He wares an.old.hat, x ow mm, » ...o 
mer flower nipped by a too early frost, bows his to look like a wurkin man, an lie puts pat ies ba nd ,j r0 p powerless, or the dew of agony 
head over the prostrate form below him, and on his ’nees. He makes his arms sore, snakin g a t} ier on his pale forehead; I stood not, with 
n/yAnvr v»io cAul TiP.t, me sleep— I VinnHs wid ebberv body, an tends to be tic er | Vmr»d« nnd Qnsnpndpd brpntb and 
sore and weary, has toiled long in this world, camp-meetin ; meet mm nai an uui a tc , » an em pty cr ib, a vacant chair, useless robes an 
and seen hopes perished, unfulfilled joys wither talkin’ to sum wild feller, an you 11 hear wui s a <j e solate hearthstone, and a weepin 
ere they were tasted; friendship which he q at) e f deyain’t swearin’, soun wery much like mother . 
they - -, —- . * 
thought unduring changing in hue. hke the 
chameleon, and fading and melting into color¬ 
less air. “ 0 let me sleep, for I am weary. The 
rosy-cheeked child, the bright-eyed maiden, the 
thoughtful matron, those for whom fife puts on 
its finest aspects, its most endearing smiles all 
have periods in which they long for sleep, for 
“ Little Benny." 
It was all her full heart could utter ; and it 
was enough. It tells the whole story .—Fanny 
Fern. 
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Ages of European Sovereigns. —The follow¬ 
ing are the ages of the principal reigning sov¬ 
ereigns :—Her Majesty Queen Victoria, 34; 
mo ~ , , . ■, , i ^ i tut; avuil: ujl m uiicmuuit;, 11 , wit? ui tuc 
i rites, he allers picks de longest woids ou # J Belgians, 62 ; the King of Prussia, 57 ; the Em- 
dick-shun-ary, to kiver up his ideas like wid a 1 b ^ — - - ’ - 
cussin. , i 
His nateral home am de top ob a stump, an , 
he-keeps to it so long sumtimes, dat he looks 
as ef he growed dar; and no doubt it would be a j 
good t’ing ef he did. But he hates to get off it, 
’kase w’en he cums doun, he’s no bigger dan 
nave penuuo m »m^ wvj ..odder pepil, and not a bit better, nuther. n 
the oblivion of all care; hours in which the it) he g i ts as noisy as a. wind-mill, an hesdnv lclguo 
waters of Lethe may flow darkly and deeply J by the same power wind. 'V ^^he ^ ^ j the King 'of Wurtemburg, 71; the King of the 
over them. ‘ ’ " “ " """ ”’ V ' T ° n - - - -- - j ~ 
There cometh a sleep to all! a sleep deep , -, . 
hushed, and breathless. The roar of the can- blanket; a n’ it ’peers as dough he was at panes 
non, the deep-toned thunderbolt, the shock of j t uck de words in, under, an all round Ins 
an earthquake, or the rush of ten thousand ar- - ’ ’ 
mies cannot break up its still repose. 
mute lips and folded arms, one after another 
take their places in the chambers of those pallet 
slumberers; one after another, the ephmeral of 
earth, sink down into the grave and. into the 
darkness of nothingness. No intruding foot¬ 
steps shall jar upon their rest—no disturbing 
touch shall wring from them there the excl 6 
mation, “ Let me sleep!”— Exchange. 
thoughts, so dat no wun can see ’em, ef he’s j 
got enny, w’ich menny pepil dout—an with ^ ^ 
good reason. Or, if ever he lets any idee pear, 23 ’ the p c ’ 0 
it’s allers in sich a dress dat it may be splained 
peror of Russia, 56 ; the King of Sweden and 
Norway, 53; the King of Denmark, 44; Louis 
Napoleon, 44; the King of the Two Sicilies and 
the King of Bavaria, 42 ; the King of Hanover, 
33; the Sultan, 30; the Emperor of Austria, 
to mean jist the contrary t’ing. , 
’Bout religion he never sez much, cepti.n dat 
y liv vi_1 ~ inno TvrVnr'Vi VlA 
The English Language is composed of 15,- 
men should be liberal in dere ’pinions, which he I 734 words, of which 6,732 are from the Latin, 
; c hisse’f for lie sroes to ebbery church in his 4,312 from the French, 1,665 from the Saxon 
10 ... } . . i _ a jj I i cq +L,. coi on 
Laughing. —Commend us to good, hearty 
neighborhood regular, and bcliebes in cm 
alike. , ... 
W’en ’leshun’s ober, he grows smarter in Ins 
’pearance, don’t ware ole hats enny more, an 
puts on whole trowserloons. He berry 
offen 
168 from the Greek, 691 from the Dutch, 211 
from the Italian, 106 from the German, (not in¬ 
cluding verbs,) 90 from the Welsh, 75 from the 
Danish, 56 from the Spanish, 50 from the Ice¬ 
landic, 34 from the Swedish, 31 from the Gothic, 
laughter—one that explodes the vowels without „ ctg unc0 mmon short-sited after dis ewent, and j 16 from the Hebrew, 15 from the Teutonic, and 
“ let or hinderance”—that rings the changes “ an q. gee q e f rens dat was most useful in getting j the remainder fromjhe Arabic, Syriac, Turkish, 
on the a, e, i, o, u, and y, and wakes the echoes 
if there be any asleep. 
This may not be exactly according to D’Orsay; 
it may be decidedly vulgar; if so, it’ll not be 
the first time diamonds have been found in the 
dust, 
We just heard one of those good, wholesome 
laughs, and a hod-carrier was the author of it. 
Ten to one, he is an honest, generous fellow, 
who carries, besides, his heart about him, week¬ 
days and Sundays. It was no hollow, ghostly 
laugh, but a round, full, human explosion, with 
a body and soul to it; that one cannot help 
liking, whether he will or not. 
A man 
him office. To be sure, dey deserve it, for 
’sociatin’ wid polly-tishuns, an’ I don t pity em j 
ef dey is forgot. Sumtimes, he can’t eben j 
’member de promises he made fore leshun, an 
ef he do, why ’suckumstances makes it unpos- j 
sible to kumply. 
Serenading. —The Last Serenade , from our I 
friend Henry P. Leland, Esq., is a capital 
sketch ; and will remind the reader of the old 
Quaker, who addressed the leader of a party 
that had been long serenading his handsome | 
daughter, one pleasant night, without the slight- j 
est response from the dwelling, in these words : 
Portuguese, Irish, Scotch, and other languages. 
Nothing sets so wide a mark between a vul¬ 
gar and a noble soul, as the respect and reveren¬ 
tial love of the woman-kind. A man who is 
always sneering at woman is generally a coarse 
profligate or a coarser bigot. 
RECIPES. 
T 7 J 'SvS m daughter “^Eriend, thee has been singing of Mg* 
villain;” not so with your hearty laughter. 
But a simper, that diffuses a sickly moonlight 
over the face, and a chuckle that lodges in the 
throat and reddens the face, and shuts the eyes, 
are our abomination. We can abide a regular 
Leather Stocking laugh, that shakes the frame 
like an ague, and is only indulged in on special 
occasions. It is like a dinner for one—not 
social, to be sure, but then comfortable and 
endurable. It is contagious, withal, and alto¬ 
gether a luxury of a laugh, if one only knows 
how to enjoy it. 
But the most musical of all things is the free, 
ringing laughter of childhood. No frost in it, 
no guile in it, it should be classed with the song 
of birds and the murmur of brooks. It “ speaks 
the vacant mind”—not tho thoughtless, but the 
care-free mind, before the heavy strings of this 
harp of life, are wound over and over for the 
graver, sadder notes of tim ^.—Exchange. 
thy sweet home ; now, if thee has so desirable a 
place, why doesn’t thee go to thy home ?” This 
argument was a clincher, and the serenading 
party departed.— Knickerbocker. 
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Phonographic. —Our S - (Jim) ought to go 
abroad and set up 'ritin' scool. One day, Jim 
sent the teamster to 0-, with an order for 
loading for his team, and directed him to return 
home the same day. The teamster was back in 
half the time allotted for the journey, and bolt¬ 
ing into Jim’s store, pushed the order in his 
face, and bawled out: 
“ What is that ?” 
11 S—■—: (Taking the order and trying to 
read.) ‘What’s this? Why, that’s your or¬ 
der.' (Holding it toward the teamster.) 
“ Wall, what on airth do’s’t say ? 
“ S-—: (Reads, and spells, and studies, but 
‘Bird’s Nest” Pudding. —Take eight or ten 
pleasant apples, and dig out the cores, leaving 
them whole. Prepare a custard, six eggs to a 
quart, flavor with lemon, orange, or nutmeg, 
and a little salt, and when the apples are laid in 
a pudding-dish, pour the custard over them, and 
bake half an hour. 
A Boiled Apple Pudding. —Boil dried ap¬ 
ples nearly done. Save a tea-cup of the juice 
of the apple, for a sauce. Chop them, and mix 
with soaked bread, and boil in a bag. Make a 
sauce of melted butter, sugar, and flour, with 
enough of the apple juice to give it the flavor 
of wine, and spice with nutmeg. It is excel¬ 
lent. 
Tapioca Pudding. —To one pint of water, add 
a tea-cup of tapioca, and soak over night. In 
the morning add two beaten eggs, three pints 
of milk, and bake as any other. Another. 
Half a pint of tapioca dissolved in a quart of 
milk, while boiling. Add six eggs when nearly 
cold, with nutmeg, or cinnamon. Bake ten or 
1 fifteen minutes. 
