MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GLIMPSES IN THE “OLD COLONY.” 
BY MRS. M. W. II. 
No- III. —A Day Among 1 Pilgrim Relics- 
The library, which is kept in Pilgrim Hall, 
contains a valuable collection of ancient 
books, besides a considerable number of 
miscellaneous works, presented by various 
individuals. 
I may as well mention in this place, a 
curiosity of moro recent date than any of 
which I have yet spoken, that cannot fail to 
interest tho reflective mind. It is the con¬ 
gratulation of Mongundus to tho Pilgrim 
Socioty, ho being the first of tho Chippewa 
tribo of Indians who ever visited Plymouth. 
Tho instrument is drawn up and written in 
good English by Mongundus himself. Tho 
document is short and sententious, breath¬ 
ing the sentimonts'of the Philosopher, tho 
Man and tho Christian. It is accompanied 
by a good pencil drawing of a Chippewa 
warrior in full-dress, drawn and presented 
by Waubudick, son of Mongundus. They 
woro on their way to their forest homo, 
after visiting England, where tho old man 
buried his wife and three children. Tho 
date of this visit was 1848. Ere long will 
the sentiment or prediction of Mongundus 
bo realized :—“ Not many years moro will 
pass, beforo tho waves of civilization beat 
over tho last remnant of my people — bo it 
so — it is tho will of tho Great Spirit.” 
In tho “Pilgrim Memorials” it is stated 
that thoro aro many other valuahlo relics of 
tho Pilgrims scattered about in various 
quarters. Among theso is mentioned, “a 
large arm-chair which came over in tho May- 
Flower, with staples attached to it, by which 
it was fastened to tho deck ; it is owned by 
Madam Warren, of Plymouth. A bead 
purse wrought by Mrs. Penelope P. Wins¬ 
low, wife of Gov. Josiaii Winslow, while on 
her voyage to America — a gold ring worn 
by tho Governor, and containing his hair. 
Theso aro owned by a lady in Bridgewater, 
tho daughter of Peliiam Winslow, a great- 
grand-son of Gov. Josiah.” The veritable 
cradle in which tho infant Peregrine was 
rocked by Old Ocean, is in good preserva¬ 
tion, apparently fit for a century’s service. 
The visitor any day may rest his weary 
limbs in tho “old arm-chair,” that occupied 
a place at tho firo-sido of tho venerable 
Gov. Bradford, by calling at tho office of 
tho Register of Deeds for Plymouth County. 
To tho politeness of tho worthy incumbent 
of that office wo are indebted for an exam¬ 
ination of tho original records* of tho or¬ 
ganization of the old Colony Government. 
Tho original charter and seal, with the box 
in which it came, besides many other inter¬ 
esting relics. 
It may not be uninteresting to tho Ag¬ 
ricultural reader to loarn something of the 
first importation of Cattle into tho “ Old 
Colony.” Of what particular breed thoy 
woro, it probably mattered little to those 
who, on the occasion of tho arrival, in the 
Ann, of about 60 passongors, made an entry 
in the diary to this effect:—“ Tho best dish 
wo could prosent them with is a lobster, a 
picco of fish, without bread, or any thing 
but a cup of fair spring water.” “The 
September following, 1623, tho ship Ann 
was hired for the company and sailed for 
England with Mr. Edward Winslow as 
passenger, and was freighted with beaver 
and clap-boards.” Tho next March, it is 
recorded, “ Mr. Winslow returned from 
England with a good supply of clothing, and 
cattlo, consisting of ono bull and two 
heifers.” 
In three years their cattlo had increased 
to tho number of twelve, which with tho 
goats, about twico that number, were divi¬ 
ded by lot among tho inhabitants, then num¬ 
bering ono hundred and fifty-six; theso 
being divided into companies of thirteen 
persons. In tho mean time, it would seem, 
there had been another importation, as it is 
said, “ To this lot fell ono of tho four hoif- 
ors that came in the Jacob, called Raghorn.” 
Another is called tho Blind Heifer, &c. 
1627. “Edward Winslow hath sold unto 
Myles Standisii his six shares in tho Red 
Cow, for and in consideration of tho sum of 
five pounds ton shillings, to bo paid in corno 
at the rate of six shillings p. bushell, free¬ 
ing sd Edward from all manner of chargo 
belonging to the sd shares during tho term 
of tho nine years thoy aro lot out to halves, 
and taking tho benefit thoroof.” Mr. Rus¬ 
sel estimates tho valuo of the “ Rod Cow,” 
in 1627, to bo “ about $160 of our currency 
—reference being had to the comparative 
valuo of rnonoy botwoen that time and tho 
present.” Ho refers thG first “ Cattlo show 
in Now England” to tho division of which I 
have spoken. 
Plymouth is a very pleasant, quiet village, 
•These records make in the whole twenty-two volumes. 
reminding us of a gentleman who habitually 
and gracefully wears his best clothes, and 
has nothing to do but to enjoy life. Tho 
neighborhood abounds in delightful eminen¬ 
ces, fresh-water ponds and streams. The 
sea view from various points cannot be sur¬ 
passed in beauty. The beach, three miles 
in extent, stretches itself about a mile from 
the shore, protecting tho harbor from tho 
inroads of tho Ocean. This village is de¬ 
servedly becoming quite a fashionable sum- 
mor resort for invalids and loungers.— 
Where sea-bathing is desired, Clark’s Island, 
in the harbor, affords a very convenient and 
interesting locality. At tho end of Court 
st., and near tho Railroad Depot, a boauti- 
ful hotel lias been erected for tho accommo¬ 
dation of the public. It is called tho Sam- 
oset Hotel, and fully answers the following 
description :—“ It commands a fine view of 
tho harbor, bay and highlands. In tho rear, 
at a short distance, it has tho attractions of 
hill and wood-land scenery, affording agree¬ 
able and convenient walks. It is 50 by 80 
foot, constructed in a handsomo stylo of 
architecture, and of perfect finish in every 
part.” 
Tho Pilgrim Society was formed in 1820, 
to “ commemorato tho landing, and honor 
tho memory, of tho intropid men who first 
landed on Plymouth Rock.” It is a singu¬ 
lar fact that the single rock on which our 
fathors landed is tho only ono in Plmouth 
harbor : “ there is not known in the town¬ 
ship a single ledgo, save those tho fisher¬ 
man reaches with his lead at various points 
off tho cost.” 
In December, 1769, a number of gentlo- 
mon formed themselves into a society by tho 
name of tho “ Old Colony Club.” In that 
year was the first celebration by that Club 
of the Landing of tho Pilgrims. At this 
remote period tho bill of faro for their din¬ 
ner is quite an interesting item. “ 1, a 
large baked Indian whortleberry pudding; 
2, a dish of sauquetach, (succatasli — corn 
and beans boiled together;) 3, a dish of 
clams ; 4, a dish of oysters and a dish of 
cod-fish ; 5, a haunch of onions, roasted by 
tho first Jack brought to tho Colony; 6, a 
dish of sea-fowl; 7, a dish of frost-fish and 
oels; 8, an apple pie; 9, a courso of cran¬ 
berry tarts, and cheese mado in tho Old 
Colony.” 
This Club was broken up a few years 
after, from differences of opinion existing 
among its members in regard to tho strug¬ 
gle in which the Colonies wore at that time 
engaged with Groat Britain. 
Tho day of tho landing has been cele¬ 
brated by the Pilgrim Society every year 
since its formation, with more or less 
“pomp and circumstance,” thoso occasions 
always commanding tho efforts of some of 
tho best orators of tho times. Tho first of 
tho past month (August) being the anniver¬ 
sary of tho sailing of tho Pilgrims from Delft 
Haven, was celebrated with groat eclat by 
that Society and its invited guests. 
Thoro has already boon a considerable 
sum of money raised by subscription to 
purchase sufficient land to encloso Pilgrim 
Rock in a handsome squaro, surrounded by 
a walk, and to erect a suitablo monument 
on or near tho rock. This seems to be very 
appropriate and desirable, and I think M. 
De Tocgueville long ago furnished an ad¬ 
mirable inscription for such a monument:— 
“ Ilore is a stono which tho foot of a few 
outcasts pressed for an instant., and the 
stone becomes famous; it is treasured by a 
great nation ; its very dust is shared as a 
relic. And what has become of tho gate¬ 
ways of a thousand palaces ? Who cares 
for them ?” 
I havo already oxtendod this communica¬ 
tion beyond the limits of newspaper arti¬ 
cle, yet I cannot lay down my pen without 
mentioning a melancholy coincidence that 
occurred at tho recent celobration. Hon. 
Judge Mitchell, a venerable gentleman of 
considerable colebrity as an antiquarian, 
was in Plymouth to participate in tho en¬ 
joyments of tho occasion, and while passing 
along tho street nearly opposito to Pilgrim 
Hall, was seized with a fit and expired. IIo 
was 84 years of ago, and of tho fifth gene¬ 
ration from Experience Mitchell, who 
camo to Plymouth in tho ship Ann, 1623. 
Do Right.—W hat can bo moro honorable 
than to have courage onough to executo tho 
commands of reason and conseienco ; to 
maintain tho dignity of our nature, and tho 
station assigned to us ; to bo proof against 
poverty, pain, and doath itself; so far as 
not to do anything that is scandalous or 
sinful to avoid them ; to stand adversity 
under all shapes, with decency and resolu¬ 
tion.^ To do this is to bo great above titlo 
and fortune. This argues the soul of heav¬ 
enly extraction, and is worthy tho offspring 
cf tho Deity. 
Tnn true secret of earthly happiness is to 
enjoy pleasures as they arise: for that man 
who ciin keep his eye upon tho bright present 
while it is bright, tastes tho cup of swootness 
prepared for him; but wo are prone to look 
forward to dark objects, while wo should bo 
enjoying thoso that aro moro agreeable. 
BETTER THAN DIAMONDS. 
A BEAUTIFUL STORY. 
i 
I was standing in the broad, crowded 
street of a largo city. It was a cold win¬ 
ter’s day. There had been rain; and, al¬ 
though the sun was shining brightly, yet the 
long icicles hung from the eaves of the hou¬ 
ses, and tho wheels rumbled loudly as they 
passed over the ground. Thero was a clear, 
bright look, and a cold, bracing feeling in 
tho air, and a keen north-west wind that 
quickened every step. Just then a little 
child camo running along — a poor, ill-clad 
child ; her clothes were scant and thread¬ 
bare; she had no cloak nor shawl, and her 
little bare feet looked red and suffering.— 
She could not have been more than eight 
years old. She carried a bundles in her 
hand. Poor little shivering child ! I, even 
I, who could do nothing else, pitied her.— 
As she passed, her feet slipped upon the ice, 
and she fell, with a cry of pain-; but sh . 
held her bundle tightly in her hand, and 
jumped up, and, although sho limped sadly, 
attempted to run on as beforo. 
“ Stop, little girl, stop,” said a sweet voice, 
and a lady in a huge shawl, and with furs 
all around her, came out of a jeweler’s store 
close by. “Poor little child,” sho said, “are 
you hurt ? Sit down on this step and tell 
me.” How I loved her, and how beautiful 
sho looked ! “ Oh, I cannot,” said the child; 
“ I cannot wait—I am in such a hurry. I 
have been to tho shoemaker’s and mother 
must finish this work to-night or she will 
never get any moro shoes to bind.” “ To¬ 
night,” said tho beautiful woman, “ to¬ 
night 1” “Yes,” said the child — for the 
stranger’s kind manner had made her bold, 
“ yes, for the great ball to-night, and those 
satin slippers must bo spangled; and—.” 
The beautiful woman took tho bundle from 
the child’s hand and unrolled it. You do 
not know why her face flushed and then 
turned pale; but I, yes I, looked into tho 
bundle, and on the inside of a slipper I saw 
a name—a lady’s name—written, but I shall 
not tell it. 
“ And where does your mother live, little 
girl ?” 
So the child told her where, and then she 
told her that her father was dead, and that 
her littlo baby brother was sick, and that 
her mother bound shoes that they might 
have bread, but that sometimes they were 
very cold ; and that her mother sometimes 
cried, because she had no money to buy 
milk for her little sick brother. And then 
I saw that the lady’s eyes were full of tears; 
and sho rolled up the bundlo quickly, and 
gave it back to tho littlo girl, but she gave 
her nothing else—no, not even one six¬ 
pence, and, turning away went back into 
tho store from which she had just como out. 
As sho went away, I saw the glitter of a dia¬ 
mond pin. Presently sho came back and 
stepping into a handsomo carriage, rolled 
off. The littlo girl looked after her for a 
momont, and then, with her little bare feet 
colder than they were before, ran quickly 
away. I went with the littlo girl, and I saw 
her go to a .narrow, damp street and into a 
small, dark room ; and I saw her mother— 
her sad, fade'd mother, but with a face so 
sweet, so patient, hushing and soothing a 
sick baby. And tho baby slept, and the 
mother laid it on her lap, and the bundle 
was unrolled ; and a dim candle helped her 
with her work, for, though it was not night, 
yet her room was very dark. Then, after a 
while, she kissed her littlo girl, and bade 
her warm her poor littlo frozen feet over 
the scanty firo in the grate, and gave her a 
little picco of bread, for sho had no more; 
and then sho heard her say her evening 
prayer, and folding her tenderly to her 
bosom, blessed her, and told her that the 
angels would take care of her. And tho 
little child slept, and dreamed—oh ! such 
pleasant dreams—of warm stockings and 
now shoes, but the mother sewed on, alone. 
And, as the bright spangles glittered on tho 
satin slipper, came there no repinings in her 
heart ? When sho thought of her child’s 
bare, cold feet, and of tho scant morsel of 
dry bread, which had not satisfied her hun¬ 
ger, came there no visions of a bright room 
and gorgeous clothing, and a table loaded 
with all that was good and nice, one littlo 
portion of which spared to her, would send 
warmth and comfort to her humble dwelling? 
If such thoughts came, and others—of a 
pleasant cottage, and of ono who had dearly 
loved her, and whose strong arm had kept 
want and troublo from her and her babes, 
but who could never como back—if theso 
thoughts did come, repiningly, thero came 
also another; and tho widow’s hands were 
clasped, and her head bowed low, in deep 
contrition, as I heard her say, “Father, for¬ 
give me, for thou doest all thingsjwell, and I 
will trust thee.” Just then the door open¬ 
ed softly, and seme one entered. Was it an 
angel ? Her dress was of spotless white, 
and sho moved with a noiseless stop. Sho 
went to tho bod where tho sleeping child 
lay, and covered it with soft, warm blankots. 
Then presently a firo sparkled and blazed 
there, such as tho littlo old grate had never 
known before. Then a huge loaf was upon 
the table, and fresh milk for the sick babe. 
Then she passed gently .before tho mother, 
and drawing the unfinished slipper from 
her hand, placed thero a purso of gold, 
and said in a voice like musico, “ Bless tbv 
God, who is tho God of tho fatherless and 
the widow”—and sho was gone; only, as 
sho wont out I heard her say, “ Better than 
diamonds — better than diamonds /” What 
could sho moan ? I looked at tho mother. 
With clasped hands and streaming eyes she 
blessed her God, who had sent an angel to 
comfort her. So I went to a bright room, 
whoro there was music, and dancing, and 
sweot flowers; and I saw young, happy 
faces, and beautiful women richly dressed, 
and sparkling with jewels; but none that I 
knew, until ono passod mo whoso dress was 
of simplo whito, with only a roso-bud on 
her bosom, and whoso voice was like tho 
sweet sound of a silver flute. No spangled 
slipper was glittering upon her foot; but 
sho moved as one that treadeth upon the 
air, and the divine beauty of holiness had 
so glorified her face that 1 felt, as I gazed 
upon her, that sho was indeed an angel of 
God. 6 
ALWAYS BEGIN RIGHT. 
We once knew an old Friend, who had 
but ono piece of advice to young beginners: 
it was, “If thee’ll only begin right, all will 
go well.” We have often thought that thero 
was moro in tho recommendation than even 
the good Quaker saw, for there is scarcely 
any thing to bo done in life to which tho ad¬ 
age, “begin right,” will not apply. Success 
is but a synonym for beginning right. 
The great bulk of enterprises that fail 
owe their ruin to not having been bogun 
right. A business is undertaken without 
sufficient capital, connexion, or knowledge. 
It ends unfavorably. Why ? Because it 
was not begun right. A young professional 
man, whose probationary period of study 
has been spent in pleasure rather than in 
hard reading, complains that ho cannot suc¬ 
ceed. Why, again ? Because ho has not 
begun right either! A stock company 
blows up. Still why ? Ten to ono, the 
means employed woro not adequate to the 
end, or else it was started with inefficient 
officers, and in either case it was not begun 
right. Two young house-keepers break up 
their gay establishment, the lady going 
homo, perhaps, to her father’s, taking her 
husband with her. Why ? They did not 
begin right, for they commenced on too 
large a scale, forgetting that the expenses 
of a family increase every year, and that, in 
no event, is it safe for a man to live up to 
his income. An inventor starts a manufac¬ 
tory, in which his improvements in machin¬ 
ery is brought into play; but after a while 
he finds himself insolvent; his factory is 
sold; another reaps where he has sown.— 
Why ? Alas ! like too many others, ho has 
undertaken more than he has means to car¬ 
ry through : ho did not begin right; and his 
ruin was the consequence. 
But, above all things, life should bo begun 
right. Young men rarely know how much 
their conduct, during their first few years, 
affects their subsequent success. It is not 
only that older persons, in tho same busi¬ 
ness, form their opinions of them at this 
timo, but that every beginner acquires, du¬ 
ring theso years, habits for good or ill which 
color his whole future career. We have 
seen some ot tho ablest young men, with 
every advantage of fortune and friends, sow 
the seeds of ruin and early death, by indulg¬ 
ing too freely in the first years of manhood. 
Wo have seen others, with far less capacity, 
and without any backing but industry and 
energy, rise gradually to fortuno and‘influ¬ 
ence. Franklin is a familiar illustration of 
what a man can do who begins right. If ho 
had been too proud to eat rolls in the street 
when he was a poor boy, ho would never 
have been Minister Plenipotentiary to tho 
Court of France. 
Always begin right! Survey tho whole 
ground before you commenco any under¬ 
taking, and you will then bo prepared to go 
forward successfully. Neglect his however, 
and you aro almost sure to fail. In other 
words, begin right. A good commencement 
is half the battle. A false first step is al¬ 
most certain defeat. Begin right 1 — Pub¬ 
lic Ledger. 
THE VAGARIES 0E TABLE MOVING. 
( A correspondent of the Manchester 
Guardian, in describing some experiments, 
says :— “ The table being put in rapid mo¬ 
tion, a bible folded in paper, was placed 
upon it, when the tablo stopped instantly, 
and could not be induced to go again so 
long as the precious volume remained upon 
it. Tho bible was removed, and a copy of 
Runyan's Pilgrim’s Progress placed in its 
stead, when tho table revolved as before. A 
prayer book was tried with like results, and 
the wholo scrvico of the church of England 
failed to arrest its rotary motion. Whilst it 
was still revolving with considerable veloc¬ 
ity, the bible was again and again substitut¬ 
ed, but with unvarying results. After re¬ 
peating these experiments soveral times, ono 
of tho party suggested that tho bible should 
bo unfolded and opened, to try if some por¬ 
tions of it were moro powerful than others. 
This was done; when, lo ! and behold what 
had been believed to bo tho biblo proved to 
bo a copy of Gullivers 'Travels! Fancy 
tho consternation of tho operators at this 
discovery, (the hoax only being known to 
ono of the party.) I may ad 1 the experi¬ 
ment was again tried, hut Gulliver exposed 
had lost its power.— European Paper. 
A SNAKE STORY. 
A correspondent, writing from Texas, 
gives us a good story, for tho perfect truth 
of which he plodgos his sacred honor.— 
“Ono night, my wife and myself wore 
awakened by a noise from tho shelf, which 
contained our store of crockery, followed 
by a crash, which showed that a great por¬ 
tion of our cups and plates had been flung 
to the floor. Springing up to discover the 
author of this ‘attack upon China,’ I found 
a large snake in a somewhat unpleasant fix. 
Ho had crawled upon the shelf, attracted by 
a number of oggs which were scattered 
about. One of theso ho had swallowed, 
and, in order to got at tho next, ho had to 
put his head and a portion of his body, 
through tho handle of a jug which happen¬ 
ed to stand between the coveted delicacies. 
Tho handle was just opened enough to let 
his body, in its natural state, slip cloverly 
through, but not sufficient to lot it pass 
when puffed out by the egg. In this posi¬ 
tion he had swallowod the second egg. His 
snakoship thus found himself unable to ad¬ 
vance or retreat, and in floundering about 
to escape from this novel stock, had caused 
tho accident which had aroused us.”— Post. 
Jk \\e Jkics. 
THE UNGUARDED MOMENT. 
Yes, my lips to-night have spoken 
Words 1 said they should not speak; 
And I would I could recall them— 
Would I had not been so weak. 
Oh! that one unguarded moment! 
Were it mine to live again, 
All the strength of its temptation 
Would appeal to me in vain. 
True, my lips have only uttered 
What is ever in my heart: 
I am happy when beside him, 
Wretched when we are apart. 
Though I listen to his praises 
Always longer than I should; 
Yet mj heart can never hear them 
Half so open as it would. 
And I would not, could not, pain him, 
Would not for the world offend; 
I would have him know I like him 
As a brother, as a friend; 
But I meant to keep one secret 
In my bosom always hid, 
For I never meant to tell him 
That I loved him—but I did. 
THOUGHTS IN SHADOW. 
— The shadow deepens, my love,—there 
i3 light, but it scarce seems the freo, un¬ 
dimmed sunbeam on our pathway. Is tho 
night drawing near, or is it tho gloom of 
clouds,—tho clouds of a passing storm 
which shall make our future but the purer 
and brighter ? 
It is cloud-shadow, for hero and thero 
hope gleams through—here and there tho 
silver lining is turned toward us—here and 
thero the pure blue sky almost gladdens our 
watching eyes. 
— Is thero no joy for tho day of darkness 
and storm—no home nook where we may 
find peaceful sheltor ? 
Ah, love ! the light of affection — tho 
sweet joy of sympathy, knows no wasting 
or dimness,—it is as full, as fresh—ah ! 
more tender than beforo. It is stronger 
-r-it binds us closer—it seems a holier tie, 
if this were possible. O, it is not all sorrow, 
though tho sky is lowering. 
How blessed, too, to trust in “ Our 
Father.” In this hour of trial he hides not 
his face from us. As ever, he is good and 
merciful—mindful of our every want—and 
careful for our truest happiness. And his 
gracious promises! can we despair when 
wo listen to them ? He has all Power, and 
can turn our shadow to sunlight. He can 
heal our sickness. Ho can give us our hap¬ 
py home again. And if the night come He 
can light us through “ the valley of shadows,” 
to our eternal rest. In tho assurance of 
faith let us pray, let us believe, let us rest in 
Him—in his tender, compassionate love. 
Sorely your sufferings cut my heart, and 
I would I could bear your anguish. But I 
can only give you earthly care — can only 
offer you tho earnest service of a heart 
bound to yours by the closest tie—a tie 
which makes us one. How sweet, then, to 
feel that I can leave you in the hands of 
Him “who doeth all things well.” My 
prayers go up to Him with a firmer faith— 
for I trust my doarost treasure in the care 
of “ Our Father.” May tho cloud soon pass 
—may our way be bright—may our desei’t- 
ed homo lose its silence and loneliness, and 
be to us a true and happy homo again .—b 
WOMAN AND LADIES. 
In the days of our fathers thero were such 
things to he met with as men and women ; 
but now they aro all gone, and in their place 
a race of gentlemen and ladies—or, to be 
still moro refined, a race of “ladies and 
gontlomen ” has sprung up. Womon and 
girls are among the things that were: but 
“ ladies ” aro found everywhere. Miss Mar- 
tineau wishing to see the women wards in a 
prison in Tennessee, was answered by the 
warden, “We have no ladies hero at pres¬ 
ent, madam.” Now, so far as ladies were 
concerned, it was very well that nono of 
them were in prison; but then it sounds a 
little odd—ladies in prison ! It would seem 
bad enough for women to go to such 
places. 
A lecturer discoursing upon the charac¬ 
teristics of woman, illustrated thus:—“ Who 
were the last at tho cross ? Ladies. Who 
were the first at the sepulchre ? Ladies.”— 
On the modern improvement we havo heard 
of but ono thing that beats the above. It 
was tho finishing touch to a marriage cere¬ 
mony performed by an exquisite divine, up 
to all modern refinements. When he had 
thrown tho chain of Hymon around tho 
happy couple, he concluded by saying:—“ I 
now pronounco you husband and lady.”— 
The audionce stuffed their handkerchiefs 
into their mouths, and got out of tho room 
as quick as possible to take breath. 
- 
Ladies and Jewelry. —We overheard 
tho following fragment of conversation, the 
other day, on board tho Alida:—“I met 
Lord Ellesmere and his party at Niagara, 
tho othor day. I knew tho ladies were per¬ 
sons of distinction the moment I saw them, 
because they wore no jewelry, or any other 
ornament whatever.”— Home Jour. 
Every ono must see daily instances of 
people who complain from a moro habit of 
complaining ; and mako their friends unea¬ 
sy, and strangers merry, by murmuring at 
evils that do not exist, and repining at 
grievances they do not really feel. 
