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long afterward, for the uproariousness which attended and followed the supper. It was even whispered, that, when everybody else had gone, Mr. Smith, looking into the dining-room, discovered Count Swindleskenski, far gone in iuebriety, bowling for more wine. On seeing his host, the count exclaimed, “In me counthree, they’re not so mane of their dhrink, Mr.-—Mr.—

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Count Swindleskenski taught them a lesson they 2 Miss Amelia, at the supper table, his two con federates poclteted the silver spoons and forks ‘freely, and disappeared: as, indeed, he would 3 have done, if his old weakness, a love of “the dhrop," had not overcome him. But Mrs. Smith, always indefatigable, has discovered a new ex Mr. Smithey." On which the host called for the police, who discovered, in the count, a famous pick-pocket and adventurer, but lately discharged from the Penitentiary.
 * have never forgot; for while the count talked to

Mrs. Smith is still intriguing to “get into society;" and still gives grand parties for this purpose.

pedient to push her way, for she intends, this 3 winter, to invite all the dancing young men “in l society," whether she knows them or not. “ Most

of 'em will come,” she tells her conﬁdant, “and the girls will follow, next year, for the women always go after the men." A conclusion, from

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But she and her husband no longer which we, as an honest chronicler, are bound to

seek the acquaintance ofdistinguished foreigners.

record our dissent.


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FAREWELL. BY

MARY

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Bnornsnl under other skies Far from ours thy pathway lies;

WILOOX

For our souls Thou long hast wrought, Lnhoring with intensest thought,

Over mountains stern and steep,

For our sakes hast meekly borne

Over rivers whlo and deep, Through dim forests vast and old, Valleys green and uplands cold. Brother! through these paths untried May our Fnthcr be thy guide!

Smiling, and rebuke, and scorn. May our dear and blessed Lord All thy patient toil reward! Teacher! Guardian! tried and true, Solemn is our last adieu. WI

Wheresoevcr thou mayst go While thou journcyest here below. May God's presence lead the way. Fire by night and cloud by day. May thy soul in blessings bask, More than we can think or ask; Heaven's great peace within thee dwell,

Faron'ell, brother! never more

Shall thy words, as heretofore, On our weary spirits fall, Soothing, strengthening, cheering all. Sad will be thy house of prayer, Sad thy ﬂock, to miss thee there. Thine were words of truth and grace, None can ever ﬁll thy place. Dearest brother! fare thee well.

TO FRANZ. BY LA BELLE RIVIERE.

My hope is gone. Still angel, lead me to the land of peace!— Give me oblivion, darkness, rest, release From this unequal war that will not cease While the poor heart beats on.

Heaven will attest He, who did give That I fought brave] y when the blows fell fast— But heart, and hope. and strength have failed at last, ThB ilrugglc W“ in "in, “19 Pr!" ll 1°": N0! do I “"0" for the Pain 1‘ ‘50", I only nigh for mt!

I cannot weep, For sorrow has expanded all my tears; I have no anxious doubts, no trembling fears— Thero is no sunlight in the coming years— Oh, therefore, let me sleep!

his ﬂay, 'pirig, this impatient soul spurns the "on fem," a,“ cowl-01. This spark that pants and pinos to ﬂy away From its poor earth-bound prison-house of clay_ wan judge it and forgive!