tabus’ jlorf-31'olicr. 
AN OLD MAID’S SOLILOQUY. 
BT LlBIltE E. JONES. 
_ 
I’M feeling rather blue to-night. 
My lump gives out a feeble light. 
My heart is wondrous sore ; 
I sit and dream of •* Auld-lang-syne” 
And all the past,—I'm thirty-nine. 
An Old maid—nothing more. 
Eueli year seems shorter than the last, 
E;ich day and night flies swiftly past— 
The same thing o’er and o’er : 
And as the time goes racing by 
The thought comes o’er me, What, am I 
An old maid—nothing more? 
I might have married years ago, 
For then I hud full many a beau 
In the palmy days of yore ; 
But now they choose a younger mate. 
Ami I am left disconsolate. 
An old maid—nothing more. 
Marriage is not the end of Hfo, 
And if I'm ne’er to be a wife, 
There's been old maids before; 
Their greatest fault I’ll strive to shun, 
I’ll watch with diligence my tongue, 
And buck-bite never more. 
I’ll envy not the younger girls 
Their sparkling eyes, their floating curls, 
And lovers by the score.— 
But with a calm and peaceful trust, 
I’ll journey onward, if I mutt, 
An old maid—nothing more. 
Rushford, N. Y., 1871. 
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A WOMAN ON THE FASHIONS. 
Mrs. Lydia Maria Ciih.d is by no means 
cliililisii in Hi is talk to her countrywomen 
about the Fashions. Would that at least 
those addressed —sensible women— might re¬ 
sist the not only expensive but often danger¬ 
ous won] lip cf the tyrant: 
Sensible women must resist, a9 far as they 
can, the expensive despotism of that invisi¬ 
ble tyrant culled Fashion, What enormous 
taxes it imposes upon ns!—taxes to a tithe 
of which we would not submit for a moment 
from any other ruler. What a mysterious 
and omnipotent power it is. Suddenly there 
goes forth an edict, nobody knows from 
whom, that everybody must wear trailing 
garments; and straightway the filthy streets 
are swept wiLh silk and satin. Some French 
inanliia -maker, whose fortune depends upon 
stimulating the rivalry of wealthy idlers, in¬ 
vents some now cut of a sleeve, or some 
new adjustment Qf trimming, which vauity 
immediately adopts, as a public advertise¬ 
ment th;il she is rich enough to change her 
dress with every passing whim. Then the 
mystic saying goes round the world, “They 
dress so, this season.” Who they are, nobody 
knows; but the voice must be obeyed, with¬ 
out regal’d to climate, or convenience, or be- 
fviuiiigii as lit individual faces or figures. 
A milliner of the Empress Eugenie places 
a grape leaf oil the head of her imperial 
mistress, and calls it a bonnet; it forms a 
pretty ornament for her tresses, and, as 
utility is no object to her who rolls along 
through life in a chariot, such doll’s bead- 
gear answers well enough for her. Hut be¬ 
cause she wears 11, slruighlway every farmer’s 
wife ill New England feels compelled to walk 
through wind and dust, heat and cold, with 
grape leaf on her head. Seven or eight years 
•go bonnets were hung on the back of the 
Lead and slipped down on the shoulders, iu- 
siaad of being perched on the forehead and 
tipping over the nose, as they now are. At 
that lime a bride in the vicinity of Boston 
left her father’s house soon after the mar¬ 
riage ceremony, and rode seven or eight 
miles in a winter evening to the dwelling of 
Ler husband. She became so silent during 
the latter part of the ride that the bride¬ 
groom was alarmed; and there being no 
lemse in sight, he drove as rapidly as possi- 
We. Arrived at his own door, he ifted a 
( rpse Irani the sleigh. Her bridal bonnet 
La I afforded no protection from the severe 
cold and her brain was frozen. 
We laugh at Chinese women for deform¬ 
ing their feet and rendering them useless by 
tie bullion of casing them in baby shoes; 
5’ct in this enlightened country, girls are 
straining the muscles of their feet beyond 
repair, and losing the power of walking wit h 
'in, elastic tread, because it is the fashion 
V topple about on high-heeled shoes. In 
t iis country it is peculiarly remarkable that 
v "-' submit so tamely to such perpetual and 
vexatious interference with our free wilt and 
°: lr ' liu| y convenience. We scorn the idea 
' 1 Laving our affairs regulated by any other 
' nui l,, and would resist any other in¬ 
voluntary taxatiou to the death. But we 
' ! M\\ our purses, and waste our time and 
^ ,UCL1 ' | ies, and tumble over crinoline 
a,K \ stifle our lungs, and weaken our 
• ", a,ul lreeze our bruins, because Fashion, 
'! 11,1 Person of some Parisian modiste, pro¬ 
claims, “ They do so this season.” 
7 - 44 * 
' \\ Ives are better conservators of 
1" Lie peace and morality than police- 
, ma 8istrates, prisons, statues, and all 
limn. . 1 IS ° ftljei!lw ' ^et a man be thus 
],. '' Ull|l0 * e d, and have an interest in a 
Lu<n * 0t ’ aud excc P t ],e is radicany 
oftlJn Jecomes a self-appointed guardian 
’’ 1 euce and of public morals. 
HELPFUL DAUGHTERS. 
Seeing in a late number of the Rural 
_ New-Yorker a piece entitled “Helpful 
Wife,” I concluded I would write about 
“ Helpful Daughters.” And it is as follows: 
There resides in our county quite a wealthy 
farmer, who has three daughters, and from 
the time I have known them they have been 
always employed in out-door labor. Mr. C. 
having only one son, they cheerfully volun¬ 
teer to go forth in the fluid each successive 
season to aid their father ami brother in their 
work. Their first labor commences with 
corn planting, at which time you will sec 
them busy until haying, when they are 
equipped for a different tusk. The eldest 
takes possession of the hay rake, while the 
other two, with the faLlier and the hired 
man, makes it up. They have helped to cut 
and made up 110 tons this summer, and have 
it safely stacked and in the barn. Harvest¬ 
ing is also secured by their assistance. This 
j’ear t heir father and brother drove the reap¬ 
er, while the girls and hired man bound the 
grain. When the last was cut there only 
remained on the ground a half-day’s binding. 
Now their father has giveu them a short va¬ 
cation, until the fall work shall commence. 
Air. C. also keeps quite a number of cows— 
from twelve to fifteen—and the girls and 
mother always do the milking. Beside la¬ 
boring out-door, they do all the work in the 
house. If you were to stop in their home 
you would see everything neat and tidy 
On the walls you will see engravings in 
frames which the girls have made, and also 1 
fancy shell work. These they do in their 
spare moments. 
Now I think if half the girls of our Conti¬ 
nent, would exert themselves a little more, 
there would be pleasanter homes and better 
wives and daughters. You will seldom if 
ever see the doctor’s horse led to Mr. C.’s 
post. Why? Because the whole family work, ( 
and do it cheerfully M. j. c. 
Rockland, Lake Co., Ill,, Aug., 1871. 
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A MOTHER'S INFLUENCE. 
Tite following gem, from one of Mr. 
Wendell Phillips’ speeches should be 
read in every family: 
A mother, on the green hills of Vermont, 
was holding by the right band a son, sixteen 
years old, mad with the love of tlio sea. 
And as she stood by the garden gale one 
morning she said:—“ Edward, they tell 
me, for I never saw the ocean, that the great , 
temptation of a seaman’s life is drink. ( 
Promise me, before you quit your mother’s , 
band, that you will never drink liquor.” 
“ And ” said he, for lie told the story, “ I t 
gave the promise, and I went the globe over, ) 
to Calcutta and the Mediterranean, San ( 
Francisco and the Cape of Good Hope, the i 
North and South Poles; 1 saw them all in }] 
forty years, and I never saw a glaas filled s 
with sparkling liquor that my mother’s form c 
at. the gate did not rise up before my eyes, ] 
and to-day I am innocent of the taste of s 
liquor.” 
Was that not sweet, evidence of the power r 
of a single word ? Yet that is not half, “ for,” | 
still continued lie, “yesterday there came ] 
into my counting room a man of forty years. « 
“ ’Do you know me ?’ , 
“ ‘No.’ ( 
“ ‘Well,’ said he, ‘ I was brought drunk in „ 
your presence on ship-board; you were a <• 
passenger; they kicked me aside; you took <| 
me to your berth and kept me there till I n 
had slept off the intoxication; you then ’| 
asked me if I had a mother; I said I had v 
never heard a word from her lips; you told n 
me of yours at the garden gate, and to-day <, 
I am master of one of the finest ships; in { . 
New York harbor, and I came to ask you to h 
come and see me. 7 ” j, 
llow far the little candle throws its beam. v 
The mother’s words on the green hills of v 
Vermont! God be thanked for the mighty f, 
power of :i single word ! r 
t 
iflr Doung people. 
A BIT OF A SERMON. 
Whatso’er you And to do, 
Do it., boy?, with all your might t 
Never be a little true. 
Or a little In the right. 
Trifles even 
Lead to heaven, 
Trifles make the life of man : 
So in all things. 
Great or small things, 
Be as thorough as you can. 
Let no speck their surface dim— 
Spotless truth and honor bright I 
I’d not give a flg for him 
Who says nn\i lie is white ! 
tie Who falters, 
TwislB or otters 
Little atoms when we speak. 
May deceive me. 
But believe me, 
To Himself ho is a sneak ! 
Help the weak il’ yon are strong, 
Love the old if you are young; 
Own u fault if you are wrong, 
If you’re angry, hold your tongue. 
In each duty 
Lies a beauty, 
If your eyes you do not shut. 
Just as surely 
And securely 
As a kernel in a nut! 
Love with alt your heart and soul, 
Love with eye and ear mid touch ; 
That’s the moral of the whole. 
You can never love too much 1 
’Tin the glory 
Of the story 
In our babyhood begun; 
(Mir hearts without It, 
(Never doubt it), 
Are us worlds without a suu ! 
If you think a word would please, 
Say it, If II is but true : 
Words may give delight with ease. 
When no net Is asked from you. 
Words may often 
Soothe and soften. 
Gild a joy or hen I a pain; 
They are treasures 
Yielding pleasures 
It is wicked to retain ! 
Whatso’er you find to do, 
Do it then with nil your might: 
Let your prayers be strong and true— 
l’vayer, my lads, will keep you right, 
fray in nil tilings, 
Great and small tilings. 
Like a Christian gentleman ; 
And forever. 
Now or never. 
Bo as thorough as you can. 
[GpOtt I ford* for the Young. 
LETTERS FROM GIRLS AND BOYS. 
* - 
THE WIDOW OF MAXIMILIAN. 
One sad tragedy is coming to its close. 
Galignani’s Messenger reports from the pal¬ 
ace of Lac ken, near Brussels, that Carlotta 
widow of the bite Maximilian of Mexico 
and only sister of Leopold II., the present 
■ King of the Belgians, is daily growing 
worse, and that her death is near at hand. 
We are told that “she has frequent periods 
of prostration, which sometimes last for 
forty-eight hours, and during which she can 
take no food. Although only thirty-one 
years of age, her constitution is completely 
broken down, and fears are entertained that 
an existence, marked with such terrible dis¬ 
asters, is approaching its end." 
-- 
Nothing on earth can smile but. human 
beings. Geins may flash reflected light, but 
what is a diamond flash and mirth flash? 
A face that cannot smile is like a bud that 
cannot blossom, and dies upon the stalk. 
Lc..guter is day, and sobriety is night; and 
a smile is the twilight that hovers gently 
between both, and more bewitching than 
I either. 
ground with swings. Wc play hopscotch 
and croquet. Wo have no snow, so we can¬ 
not have any sleigh rides. We have a lew 
roses and some other flowers, and plenty of 
fruit of all kinds. 1 have six beautiful ducks 
and a pet rabbit. I am learning to sew. I INSIDE THE FOLD, 
have a nice doll; I call her Minnie May, and by anna k. stacey 
keep her dressed in fashion. JLJbave a little - 
sister three years old ; her net name is Daisy ,icart : 80 tire(| with weary seeking for the gato 
I Will not write any more tins time, but will My arm . u ubi fait! encircle thee 
write again if you would like to hear from And guard from storms and onid, 
me. Edith, m„Ms Bar, Awj. 7,1871. Sr" 
Dear heart ! It is not hard to reach the fold— 
How Annie Mnltes Coi-ll-Stnvcli Pudding. Come In, coiuo In, umt cease thy strife. 
Dear Mr. Editor:—I am a girl eleven 80 thou wen wont to wander u. the past? 
years old. I like to read the boys’ and Out from the straight, and luirrpw way 
girls’letters, which you are so kind as to ln .*I\u r0ll » l,y i ,i ' u ’ “ f rnolin * 
.... J ^ lvmu Oulllnir forbidden fruitdflav ii ripp H«tr 
Out from Mm* wtrultflitund narrow way 
Into broad llold.q, by Bide* of Fooling broolcs, 
Mulling forbidden fruits day after day, 
imiKKcI T I* • „ -.u.miK iruiifl day filter nay, 
puiJUSh. I live 111 tue country, and have a And apnttefiln# one* by one thy tiitr fresh dowers 
very pleasant borne. We have a school , ■'-bangingcn-.-t 
....... . .. T , „ 111 Uko thu tired child who sat beside the tin 
very new my Immo. I liavo fmir sisters '™ "K,,™ **““ be *“° l “ 
and one brother, and they are very good And cast lior daisies on its singing breast 
and kind. We have a large house, and an -Till ail were gone, the,, shouts 
orchard mid grove. This is tile first, time ’’ Bring bark m» flowers, bring buck my flowers,”— 
that I ever wrote to the Rural New- Tllml roourned’st for beiuitflous youth, 
y OllKER, but as all the girls and boys were Sweetuno! thy night, mayhap, is dark, 
writing, I thought I would try. 4 * * Yet CttutST’s wnadarker in Gethsema 
Perhaps some of the Rural girls would like '''rntM^mon.'id'; 
to know how to make a corn-stareli pud¬ 
ding, and 1 will give a recipe. To one aitart oll l)r ' f|f?0 * hl " of nagteoted hour. 
<>l milk lour tablespoons of corn-starch, Doilits dear love, for Cunnyr the way 
two eggs, one tablespoonful sugar; mold in , VoKftW,Br11,1 ' vlthln llis Fold, 
cups to cool. Eat with sauce flavored to 
taste, and you will have a nice as Well as a Anti sorrow’s tears tire wiped uway, 
good pudding. v v° *? ! „ 
1 have a great deal more to say, but it _ ^ , t 
t0 ° long ~ ANNIE CHRISTIAN OOURTES 
1 -L 1 11 HIST 3 was darker In Getlisornnne: 
Thy lips are hitter with the last.! of Sodom’s fruit 
Hut. His more bitter when He died lor thee. 
Oli bridge this chasm of neglected hours 
ISy Faith’s strong cable -Talisman of prayer. 
Do Mils dear love, for i’ntusT- the way is th*re 
To gather all within his Fold. S, 
Gonifi in, poor lamb, for love and sympathy, 
Where sin's dark waves ne’er o’er thee break, 
And sorrow's tears are wiped uway. 
Come tn : conic In I 
Ithaca, N. Y„ Aug. i87t, 
CHRISTIAN COURTESY. 
Ella’s Recipe for White Cake. 
Every man lias bis faults, bis failings,bis 
peculiarities. Every one of 11 s finds himself 
T-V r . _ f.... Oim Wl Ilium I I I IllftU I L 
Editor of tiie Rural:—I see by your crossed by such failings of others from hour 
nm'a ojahia lilil., .si ..In . .. . . . 
papers, some little girls about my own age 
an: trying to make themselves useful by 
sending recipes and patterns to you for the 
benefit of your readers. I will send you a 
to hour; iind if we were to resent them all, 
or even notice all, it would tie intolerable. 
If for every outburst of hasty temper, and 
lor every rudeness that wounds us in our 
w j . Mint n wiiima u.71 m vjlU 
recipe for a cake that I help my nut make daily path, wfi were to demand an apology, 
lor extra occasions. It is much admired by require an explanation, or resent it. by rctal- 
Aim Aito ly'i.dl. il.'. . .. 1 » ■» • • . . - 1 J 
our city visitors this summer, and is called 
Hick Man's White Coke. The whites of let) 
eggs, beaten stiff; one and one-lmlf cups of 
sugar; one heaping cup of flour, two tea- 
iation,daily intercourse would be impossible. 
Tho very science of social life consists in 
that gliding tact which avoids contact with 
the sharp angularities of diameter, which 
spoons of cream of tartar; two teaspoons does not seek to adjust or cure thcmail, but 
of lemon. Mix the sugar, cream tartar and covers them as if it. did not see. So a ci.ris- 
llout together; then add tho whites and a lian spirit throws a clonk over these things 
A Sunday School I'ic-Nic. 
Dear Mu. Editor :— I will tell the girls 
of a Sabbath School Pic-nic, which took 
place a few days since, in a beautiful grove 
not far from here. As we were somewhat 
late, the people were nearly all assembled on 
the ground, which made dwellings and 
highway, as we passed, a|V<‘ar like Sunday. 
Convenient, seats were erected for till desir¬ 
ing ease and comfort, and excellent iee-watcr 
abounded. The entertainment consisted of 
speaking by several clergymen, one of them 
comparing each Sabbath School to a battal- 
lion, as each bad a banner to represent, its 
school. We also had both vocal and istru- 
meutal music, the instruments being orna¬ 
mented with vases of flowers. A group of 
little girls sang sweetly, and a lady showed 
'her skill on the drum; also a gentleman. 
Splendid swings, attended by young genlle- 
mcn who were desirous that all the fair 
damsels should have a pleasant ride in the 
air. On one occasion a poor urchin’s head 
came in rather too close proximity to one 
damsel’s diminutive feet, whereupon said 
urchin's head became slightly damaged. 
There were five or six sets of croquet for all 
wishing to engage in that healthful amuse¬ 
ment. Sandwiches, cake, pickles, etc.,with¬ 
out limit, ami I think even Dokr’s* vora¬ 
cious appetite might have been satisfied bad 
be been present. Threatening clouds at 
length made their appearance, and t he crowd 
were obliged to disperse, amid a furious 
wind, the music of the baud and rearing of a 
four-horse team, attached to a wagon deco¬ 
rated with evergreens and flags.— Cora, Ba¬ 
tavia, N. Y. 
♦See Alice Cary’s “Holly-Wood.” 
From a Kentucky School Girl. 
Dear Mr. Editor :—I am a little girl 
eleven years old. My father lives near 
Owensboro, lie takes the Rural New- 
Yorker and I dearly love to read it. I 
board at my aunt’s, in Owensboro, and go to 
school. I like to goto school, I study spell¬ 
ing, reading, definitions, grammar, arithme¬ 
tic, geography and writing. I like arithme¬ 
tic and grammar the best of any of my 
studies, but 1 like them all very much. 
Please excuse all mistakes. — Sallie H., 
Owensboro, Ky. 
— ■ 
From a California Girl. 
Dear Mr. Editor:— I live away off here 
in California, but we take the Rural New- 
Yorker. 1 always like to read the Boys’ 
and Girls’ letters. I thought 1 would write 
to them. I was born in California, I am ten 
years old, and have not been to school very 
much. We do not have schools here in the 
summer, the weather is too warm; but in 
winter we have a good school, a nice, large 
brick school-house aud a pleasant play 
teacup of currants and stir as little as possi¬ 
ble. I am sure whoever tries this will say 
It is splendid.— Ella L., Wayne Co. 
From a Yaumc Poultry Fancier. 
Dear Rural:—I am eleven years old, 
It knows when it is wise not to see. That 
microscopic distinctness in which till faults 
appear to captious men who mo forever 
blaming, dissenting, complaining—disap¬ 
pears in the large, calm gaze of love. And 
O, it is this spirit which our Christian soeie- 
, . ■ , , - ’ v/, ib 13 iias spirit, which out’ xntriBiian socie- 
im.l want to keep »»»» lien., mm, 1 think ty lacks, and wlticli we .hull novel-get till 
from what pa says, that it would be a good 
plan to start out right by sending you $1.50 
for the People’s Practical Poultry Book, 
xv bicb amount please find inclosed. Pa 
gives me the money to send, for he wauls to 
read the book. Pa is your Agent litre, and 
we get the Rural every week,—and we all 
^ / — * .. n — -— 
are glad to sec you, and you are going to Egyptians: 
each one begins with his own heart. 
EGYPTIAN MAXIMS. 
The Rev. Dr. J. Thompson, in his “Notes 
oil Egyptology” in the Bibliotheca Sacra, 
gives the following maxims from the ancient 
come to mo, instead of pa, next year. I have 
a brother nine years old, and a cute little 
baby brother two years old, and when pa 
works at the bees lie says, “bee ting oo;" 
but he likes the honey, and says " ’ant unney.” 
Your boys’ aud girls’ letters are nice, and 1 
“ Do not take on airs. 
“ Do not maltreat an inferior; respect the 
age. 
“ Do not save thy life at the expense of 
another’s. 
“ Do not pervert the heart of thy comrade 
wish 1 could write one good enough to print; if it is pure. 
may be I will some time. How much better “ Do not make sport ot those who are de- 
titan this must it be? Ma thinks the Rural pendent upon thee. 
is a nice paper, and don’t you think site "Do not maltreat a woman, whose strength 
would open her eyes wide if you should print is less than thine own. Let her find in llice 
this? She don’t know of my writing, and 1 a protector. 
ant not going to tell her. Your well wisher “ If from a humble condition tlion hnstbe- 
—Ellis E. M., Waterloo, Black Hawk Co., come powerful, and the first in Hie city for 
Iowa, __ opulence, let not riches make thee proud, for 
From a California Fvt.il Grower's Hoy ^ ? Wl HUtl ‘° 1 ' ° f ^ ff00tl l 1 ,ln K s is 
Dear Editor :-l . . .. “ lf 11,011 ftrt intelligent bring up thy sou 
lit,'n, i i. i „ ' it limit art intelligent nnng up my Ron 
dear Editor:—I li.tvo been thinking of , , .... ‘ 
writing you a letter some time, and as I have U ! lhe k ! VU ° f G<xl he 18 coun, « <J . ol,8 > ac ‘ 
never written to a paper before, I was afraid tive ’, aml mcl ‘ eases Uiy > ,r0f) f S 1 '' 0 lmu 
tlmi TonnU nn, i . , , ,, Hie belter recompense. But if the son whom 
mat i couia not please you; but now 1 shall ,. , , , , 
try. I am a boy fifteen years old. I can do lbou ^begotten is a fool do not turn 
most all kinds of girls’ work ; I can wash, away thy heart lrom lam ’ for Le 19 tby 8 ° u - 
iron,cook,sow, knit,crotchet, and other work 
which would take too long to mention. But PROMPTNESS IN DOING GOOD. 
notv, as wc arc living bn a farm, I have Quick must be the hand if an impression 
something else to do. We have a large is to be made upon the melted wax. Once 
otchaid; I have to help take care of the let t.lie wax cool and you will press the seal 
Iruit, hoe, etc,, etc. We have a great many in vain. Cold and hard it will be in a few 
liga, and do not know how to dry them so moments, therefore let the work lie quickly 
llmt they will keep, [f some of the readers done. When men’s hearts are melted under 
of the Rural New-Yorker will please tell the preaching of the Word, or by sickness, 
us a way il would be a great favor t.o us. I orthclossof friends, believers should bo very 
have no pets, as a great many of the other eager to stamp the truth, upon tho prepared 
boys and girls have, except three little pigs. m iud. Such opportunities arc to be seized 
Well, my letter is getting too long. I would with holy eatreruess. Reader, do you know 
be very thankful to any boy or girl who of such? lf you bo a lover of the Lord Jesus, 
would tell me a way to preserve the color of , 
flowers and fall leaves. There are some very ,HStcn Wltb tbe 8611 be ore 1 ,e wax 18 co ° ’ 
beautiful ones here. I will stop now, dear -- 
Editor, and if this letter suits vcm I will write 
again. Excuse all mistakes. From your 
friend—A. II., Visalia, Tulare Co., Cal. 
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Interesting. — The following little tra- 
. /» A ir. it 3 
THE OTHER WORLD. 
There is a dignity in going away alone 
which we call dying—thut wrapping of the 
mantle of immortality about us; that put- 
- »» 73 •WVJV, Ivi Cfc 1IUUIUL Ul lliiuivu U4I1I/J MIMWllll UO j I lltlli J'UI< 
vestie ot fashionable correspondence is ting aside with a pale hand the azure cur- 
IScfauini ot'lSS BranoI l 1110 °voungJadies tains tbat arC Urawn arouml thia cmdle of 
who figure in children's balls “ Miss Min- a worl(l i tbat venturing away from home 
nic Smith’s compliments to Miss Maggie for the first time in our lives, for we are 
Jones, aud desires the pleasure of her com- dead, and seeiug foreign countries not laid 
¥b7™<i^ e "i, n ?‘ M e8, “? cn *« a * n ’’ r down on any maps we have read about, 
i uc response w?i$:— Miss Mfnxiric Jones mi t , , . . , . 
compliments to Miss Minnie Smith* with re* r,iere must l,e love *y lauds somewhere star- 
grets that prior engagements preclude the warc1 t for none ever return who go thither, 
pleasure of acceptance. She is to be whipped and we very much doubt if any would if 
at 7 and sent to bed without her supper at 8.” they could. 
