to repress their risible tendencies, and therefore deemed it best to throw off all restraint on the subject. "The matter? Nothing's the matter, I believe. Why do you ask?" Douglass looked grave. "Well may we ask what's the matter! broke in Cora, energetically. "How could you come here in such a plight?" "In such a plight? And Edward looked down at himself, felt of his beard, and run his fingers through his hair. "What's the matter? Is any thing wrong?" "You look as if you had just waked up from a nap of a week, with your clothes on, and come off without washing your face or combing your hair," said my husband. "O!" And Edward's countenance brightened a little. Then he said, with much gravity of "I've been extremely hurried of late, and only left my store a few minutes ago. I hardly thought it worth while to go home to dress up. I knew you were all friends here. Besides, as my fortune's made," — and he glanced, with a look not to be mistaken, towards his wife, -"I don't feel called upon to give as much attention to mere dress as formerly. Before I was married, it was necessary to be particular in these matters, but now it is of no consequence." I turned towards Cora. Her face was like crim son. In a few minutes she arose, and went quickly from the room. I followed her, and Edward came after us pretty soon. He found his wife in tears, and sobbing almost hysterically. "I've got a carriage at the door," he said to me aside, half laughing, half serious. "So help her on with her things, and we'll retire in disorder." "But it's too bad in you, Mr. Douglass," I replied. "Forgive me for making your house the scene of this lesson to Cora," he whispered. "It had to be given, and I thought I would venture to trespass upon your forbearance." "I'll think about that," said I, in return. In a few minutes Cora and her husband retired, and in spite of good breeding, and every thing else, we all had a hearty laugh over the matter on my return to the parlor, when I explained the curious scene that had just occurred. How Cora and her husband settled the affair between themselves, I never inquired. But one thing is certain — I never saw her in a slovenly dress afterwards, at home or abroad. She was cured. MIGNONETTE. Reseda Odorata. LANGUAGE - MORAL WORTH. Now look ye on the plain and modest guise When yet a virgin free and indisposed, your I have lived since in contemplation soul: TWAMBLY. And long experience of your growing goodness; HAYNE. SENSITIVE PLANT. Mimosa. LANGUAGE-SENSITIVENESS. LIKE the mimosa, shrinking from WHITTIER. Faithful and fond, with sense beyond thy years, And natural piety that leans to heaven; Wrung by a harsh word suddenly to tears, Yet patient of rebuke when justly given; Obedient, easy to be reconciled, And meekly cheerful, such art thou, dear child! Dearly bought, the hidden treasure Finer feelings can bestow; Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure MRS. NORTON. The frigid and unfeeling thrive the best; BURNS. And trembling, with each pitiless gust that blows, Till its faint fire is spent. H. NEALE. MISTLETOE. Viscum Album. LANGUAGE-NOT DISCOURAGED. PETER and Paul went a-fishing one day, That Paul caught a trout; But Peter kept baiting and fishing away - And Paul laughed at Peter, and called him a fool; For the day was nigh sped, And the earth it was damp, and the evening cool: And Peter kept fishing; but Paul went his way Ere he went to his bed And he wondered how long poor Peter would stay: And he laughed to himself, as homeward he sped; Whene'er in life's ocean a maid you espy, And she pledges you true, But while you are napping she's caught by a fly, O, there's other fish swimming there yet." J. J. LORD. |