tained us through many a weary mile and hour. | Where could he try the pants on? Not right there

At breakfast a very pretty maid, who was waiting on table, said to him,

"Will you have some sugar in your tea, Sir?' "Sugar in my tay, Miss? No, I thank you; you have looked into it, and it's quite swate enough!""

THE Duke of Marlborough was hesitating whether he should take a prescription recommended by the Duchess.

"I will be hanged," said her Grace, "if it does not cure you."

Dr. Garth, who was present, and to whom the vixen character of the lady was well known, instantly exclaimed:

"Take it, then, your Grace, by all means: it is sure to do good, one way or the other."

in the store, with the street-door open, and women folks coming and going all the while. Now it happened well that the new clothing store had a corner curtained off for the purpose, and Nehemiah was speedily closed therein.

The pants had straps, and the straps were buttoned. Nehemiah had seen straps before, but the art of managing them was a mystery. On consideration, he decided that the boots must go on first. He then mounted a chair, elevated his pants at a proper angle, and endeavored to coax his legs into them. He had a time of it. His boots were none of the smallest, and the pants were none of the widest; the chair, too, was rickety, and bothered him; but bending his energy to the task, he succeeded in inducing one leg into the "pesky things." He was straddled like the Colossus of Rhodes, and just in the act of raising the other foot, when whis

him alive to the appalling fact that nothing but a chintz curtain separated him from twenty or thirty of the prettiest and wickedest girls that were ever caged in one shop.

It was the habit of Lord Eldon, when Attorney-pering and giggling in his immediate vicinity made General, to close his speeches with some remarks justifying his own character. At the trial of Horne Tooke, speaking of his own reputation, he said, "It is the little inheritance I have to leave my children, and, by God's help, I will leave it unimpaired.' Here he shed tears, and, to the astonishment of those present, Mitford, the SolicitorGeneral, began to weep.

"Just look at Mitford," said a by-stander to Horne Tooke. "What on earth is he crying for ?"

Tooke replied: "He is crying to think what a little inheritance Eldon's children are likely to get!"

WHENCE it came into the Drawer we can not say, or we would; but mightily amused the "funny man" has been with the live Yankee who came to a clothing "emporium" in Lewiston, Maine, to buy him a weddin' suit. His name was Nehemiah Newbegin, and he was about to make a new beginning in buying clothes as well as in keeping house. Having selected coat, vest, and pants that seemed to be about right as to price, he tried the store-man in the way of barter, in this style:

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Dew you ever take projuce for your clothing ?" "Take what?"

Projuce-garden sass and sich; don't do it, dew you?"

'Well, occasionally we do. What have you to sell?"

Nehemiah was a bashful youth, and would have made a circumbendibus of a mile any day rather than meet those girls, even if he had been in full dress; as it was, his mouth was much ajar at the bare possibility of making his appearance among them in his present dishabille. What if there was a hole in the curtain? What if he should fall? It wouldn't bear thinking of; and plunging the foot into the vacant leg with a sort of frantic looseness, he brought on the very catastrophe he was so anxious to avoid. The chair collapsed with a sudden scrouch, pitching Nehemiah heels over head through the curtain, and he made a grand entrance among the stitching divinities, on all fours, like a fattened rhinoceros.

Perhaps Collier himself never exhibited a more striking tableau vivant than was now displayed. Nehemiah was a "model," every inch of him, and, though not exactly revolving on a pedestal, he was going through that movement quite as well on his back-kicking and plunging; in short, personifying in thirty seconds all the attitudes ever chiseled! As for the girls, they screamed, of course, jumped upon chairs and cutting-boards, threw their hands over their faces, peeped through their fingers perfectly natural!-screamed again, and declared they should die-they knew they should!

'Oh, almost any thing; little of every thing, "O Lord!" blubbered the distressed young from marrowfat peas to rye straw; got the allkill-man; "don't, gals, don't! I didn't go tew, I inest dried punkins yeou ever sot your eye on'xpect neow, you'd like some of that dried punkin, squire ?"

The proprietor declined negotiating for the dried pumpkin; but inquired if he had any good butter. "G-0-0-d butter! now, squire, I expect I've got some of the nicest and yellerest you ever sot your eyes on. Got some eout here now-got some in a shooger box, eout in dad's wagon. Brought it down for Kernel Waldron, but yeou can have it. I'll bring it rite strate in here, darned ef I don't!"

swan to man I didn't-it's all owing to these cussed trowsers-ev'ry mite on't. Ask your boss ; he'll tell you how it was. Oh, dear! won't nobody kiver me up with old clothes, or turn the wood-box over me? Oh, Moses in the bullrushes! what will Nancy say?"

He managed to raise himself on his feet, and made a bold plunge toward the door; but the entangling alliances tripped him up again, and he fell kerslap upon the goose of the pressman. This was the unkindest cut of all. The goose had been heated expressly for thick cloth seams, and the way it sizzed in the seat of the new pants was afflicting to the wearer. Nehemiah riz in an instant, and seizing the source of all his troubles by the slack, he tore himself from all save the straps and some But would they fit? Nehemiah was willing to fragments that hung about his ankles, as he dashed trust the coat and vest; indeed, he could put them through the " Emporium" at a 2:40 rate, and on and off in a minute, and they were neat as wex."made tracks" for hum.

On the strength of the butter, a dicker was speedily contracted, for which Nehemiah was put in immediate and absolute possession of a coat, vest, and pants.

"Lucy Lilac" and "Carrie Cowslip" (our Cousins, Our Uncle, Colonel Popkins. (Taken while on who write for the Magazines).

Duty.)

Cousin Fred, who sent this Picture from Califor- Cousin Tom, the New York Volunteer who received

that Gold Snuff-box. (Picture rather vague.)

Fashions for July.

Furnished by Mr. G. BRODIE, 51 Canal Street, New York, and drawn by VOIGT from actual articles of Costume.

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