deal heartier for a seein' of you How be you? Reasonable well, and stirrin', says she: I try to keep amovin'; but I shall give the charge of things soon to Arabella. Have you seen her yet? No, says I; I hav'n't had the pleasure since her return; but I hear folks say she is a most splendid fine gall Well, come, then, said she, atakin' o' my arm; let me intro duce you to her. She is a fine gall, Mr. Slick-that's a fact.; and tho' I say it, that shouldn't say it, she's a considerable of an accomplished gall too. Now, I take some credit to myself, Mr. Slick, for that. She is throwed away here; but I was detarmined to have her educated, and so I sent her to bordin' school; and you see the effect of her five quarters. Aforė she went, she was three years to the combined school in this district that includes both Dalhousie and Sherbrooke. You have combined schools in the States, hav'n't you, Mr. Slick? I guess we have, said I; boys and galls combined; I was to one on 'em, when I was considerable well grown up. Dear me, what fun we had! It's a grand place to larn the multiplication table at, ain't it? I recollect once-Oh, fie! Mr. Slick, I mean a siminary for young gentlemen and ladies, where they larn Latin and English combined. Oh, latten! said I; they larn latten there, do they? Well, come, there is some sense in that: I didn't know there was a factory of it in all Nova Scotia. I know how to make latten. Father sent me clean

away to New York to larn it. You mix up calamine and copper, and it makes a brass as near like gold as one pea is like another; and then there is another kind o' latten workin' tin over iron-it makes a most complete imitation of silver. Oh! a knowledge of latten has been of great sarvice to me in the clock trade, you may depend. It has helped me to a nation sight of the genuwine metals-that's a fact.

Why, what on airth are you atalkin' about? said Mrs. Green. I don't mean that latten at all; I mean the Latin they larn at schools. Well, I don't know, said I: I never seed any other kind o' latten, nor ever heerd tell of any. What is it? Why, it's a--it's a--. Oh, you know well enough, said she; only you make as if you didn't, to poke fun at mo. I

believe, on my soul, you've been abammin' of me the whole blessed time. I hope I be shot if I do, said I; so do tell me what it is. Is it anything in the silk factory line, or the strawplat, or the cotton-warp way? Your head, said she, considerable miffy! is always a runnin' on a factory. Latin is a Nabal, said she, do tell me what Latin is. Latin? says he,why, Latin is--ahem, it's what they teach at the combined school. Well, says she, we all know that as well as you do, Mr. Wisehead; but what is it? Come here, Arabella dear. and tell me what Latin is? Why, Latin, ma, said Arabella, is-am-o, I love; am-at, he loves; am-amus, we love ;-that's Latin. Well, it does sound dreadful pretty, tho', don't it? says I; and yet, if Latin is love, and love is Latin, you hadn't no occasion and I got up, and slipt my hand into hers-you hadn't no occasion to go to the combined school to larn it; for natur', says I, teaches that a- -and I was whisperin' of the rest o' the sentence in her ear, when her mother said, Come, come, Mr. Slick, what's that you are asaying of? Talkin' Latin, says I, smiling at Arabella;—ain't we, miss? Oh yes, said she, returning my glance and larfin';-oh yes, mother; arter all, he understands it complete. Then take my seat here, says the old lady, and both on you sit down and talk it; for it will be a good practice for you;—and away she sailed to the end of the room, and left us a―talking Latin !

QUEER MISTAKE-ANON.

A POOR simple foreigner, not long ago,
Whose knowledge of English was simply so so,
At a shop window reading, "Good pickles sold here,”
To the shopwoman said, "Vat is pickles, my dear?"

"Why, pickles," says she, "is a sort of a name
Like preserves, and the meaning is nearly the same;
For pickling preserves, though not quite the same way—
Yet 'tis much the same thing, as a body may say."

The foreigner bow'd, and gave thanks for his lesson;
Which, the next day, at dinner, he made a fine mess on
For a loud clap of thunder caus'd Miss Kitty Nervous
To start from her chair, and cry, "Mercy, preserve us ""
While he, keeping closely his lesson in view,
Cried, "Mercy, preserve us, and pickle us too!"

INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL.-MAJOR JONES.

I'D hearn a great deal about steam ingins, but if the Sem mynole ingins is any uglier, or frightfuller than they is, I don't wonder nobody wants to tack 'em. Why sich other cog wheels, cranks and conflutemenis, I never did see—and ther they 's so spiteful, and makes the fire fly so. I couldn't help feelin sort o' skeered of it all the time, and I wouldn't been that feller what rid on top of the critter, and fed and watered it, not for no considerashun. I was lookin round it a little, to try to git the hang of it, when the feller just tetched one of the fixins, and feugh-h-h! it went rite in my ear, and like to blowd my brains out with hot steem. "My eyes!" ses I, "mister, what made it do that!" "Oh, it was jest blowin its nose," ses he, and he tuck hold of another thing, and the infurnel critter set up a yell like a panther with a grindstone on his tale. Thunderation, how the steem did fly! enuff to blow all creation to Ballyhack. "All aboard," ses the man, the bell tapped, and in bout a minit everybody was stowed away and waitin. Chug, went sumthing, and away I goes rite over the back of the seat-it jerked once more, and then it begun i to go. Chow, chow, chow-chew, chew, chew-che, che, chittu, chit-to, fit-te, fit, fit, fit, cher-r-r-r-r; and the whole bilin of us was gwine a long with a perfect whiz; and the way the fire flew was miracelus-grate big sparks now and then dodgin all round a feller's face like a yaller-jacket, and then drappin rite down in his busum. For sum time it would tuck three men to watch the sparks of one, and they couldn't.

Well, we went hummin along jest like iled thunder, makin more noise nor a dozen cotten gins all gwine at once, only stoppin now and then to pile on lighterd and fill up the bilers, and to drap a feller here and thar on the rode. They was the sleepyest set of folks abroad that ever I did see. Thar they was, all scattered about in their seats, heads and heels together; here a pair o' boots stickin rite strate upwards, and thar a feller's face, opened wide enuff to swaller a saw-mill. Some of 'em was monstrous troubled in their dreams, and kept tossin and twistin about as bisy as bull yearlins in fly-time, while some big-foot fellers lay sprawl'd out on the benches, quiet as midlin of meat, snorin a perfect harrycane.

The fust thing I knowd I didn't know anything in pertickler, cept that my eyes felt monstrous gritty when I tried to open 'em wide

"Look here; master-master !"

"Hello!" ses I, " Jim, what 's the matter?"

"I isn't Jim, master," ses the nigger feller what was shakin me by the coller; "you better go to the Hotel, the passengers is all gone long time ago."

I soon seed how it was, and not havin no baggage but jest my saddle-bags, I tuck the road the feller pinted to.

I soon came to a place where there was nothin but wagons and a lot of fellers settin round a fire.

Whar's the hotel ?" ses I.

"Thar aint no hotel here," ses one feller, what was singin,

“Drive my wagon long the rode:
Sorry team and heavy load."

"Won't you take something?" ses he, drawin a old junk bottle of rum, that smelled strong enuff of inguns to knock a man down, and pintin it rite under my nose fore I know'd what he was bout.

"No, I thank you," ses I, "I's a Washingtonian." "Who's they?" ses he; "sum of your Flurnoy preachers, I spose ?"

"No," ses I, they 's revolutioners."

"Revolutioners!" ses he," why my father was a revolutioner, and fit agin the British at King's mounting, and helped to lick tyranny out of the country."

Well, that was right," ses I; "hurra for the revolutioners." "Come, take sumthing," ses he, and pinted the bottle at my 'nose agin.

"No," ses I, "I'm a revolutioner, and go agin King Al kohol tooth and toe nail."

"King Rum," ses I; "that very tyrant that's got you by the guzzle now, and he'll have you choked down on yer knees to him fore a half hour if you don't revolutionize on him and quit him."

The feller stopped and looked rite down in the fire-then at me-then at the bottle, and then he tuck another look at the fire.

"That's a fact," ses he, "it's had me on my back afore tonight; but somehow I can't-yes I kin-and here goes, mister-hang all tyrants-I'm a revolutioner too, a Washington revolutioner, forever!" and with that he throw'd the bottle of rum smack in the middle of the fire, and it blazed up blue and yaller like a hell-broth, as it is.

ROMEO'S DESCRIPTION OF AN APOTHECARY.-SHAKSPEARE

6'T

I Do remember an apothecary,

And hereabouts he dwelt,—whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, musty seeds,