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It so happened, there was a very large stone The cats were fying about the room, and against an old willow tree close to the wall. We little "Jack" seemed to think the Prince of Darkplaced the pork straight against the stone. ness himself was there, so he hid himself behind Carlo sprung on the wall.

I got on the stone, a basket of wood. “Oh, my dear Coco!" cried and raised the pork as well as I could with my Mr. G.; come here, Captain.” (He was jaws till Carlo clutched it, first with his paws and standing at the top of the curtain.) thon with his teeth. I was on the wall in a

“Very funny dog indeed, Sare,” quoth G. moment, and we lugged it to the top in safety. Just at this juncture I arrived; and perceiving

Here our further progress was once more arrested the hubbub, and my stupid brother grinning in by a loud laugh. We had not been aware that Bom- the middle of it, I must needs follow through byx was at the drawing-room window, watching the aperture he had already made. our proceedings at the top of the wall, and won- “Upon my waird, Sare, I never

see such dering what we were about. Just at this moment impudent dog. However, Sare, they shall not too, Mr. G. made his appearance at the gate, with a spoil our glass of whiskey;” and so saying, he nice little basket of sausages as a present for Bom- stopped out the cold by applying the sliding byx. Our ludicrous appearance forced a laugh. shutter to the glass door, and then mixed some "Well

, hang it, Sare,” said G. to Bombyx, capital whiskey and water. "you have two funny dogs!" Bombyx was Eh mon père; qu'y a t-il donc !” screamed vexed, and he was about applying a cane to our Sophy, who had just been attracted by the backs. I was for making a bolt of it; but Carlo unusual noise. “Él les vilains chiens! Viens, stopped on the top of the wall, making the most ma jolie Co-colette; qu'est ce que ca veut irresistibly comic face.

dire ?" "Well, Sare,” said G., “pray don't disturb “Oh, ce n'est rien ma Bonne; c'est que le them. There is plenty more for us all. They petit chien a sauté par la fenêtre. C'est tout. Aptake the 'peine' to bring it all this way, Sare, portez nous encore un peu d'eau bouillante, s'il they deserve it for their impertinence. My men

vous plait.” ought to be caned, for not looking sharper; pray

The time however for parting arrived ; and G. let them enjoy it, Sare. They are very queer dogs, accompanied us to the gate of his countrySare, to come and run away with a grand coun: house, exclaiming, as he wished us good night, cillor's (G. was a grand councillor and a magis

* Very funny dug, Sare; very funny dog, trate) bit of bacon. Very funny dog, Sare; very

indeed!" funny dog! My little wife beg me say, she have

Poor G. has been dead some time, to the one very particular good little plate of pork for unfeigned sorrow of all the poor in his nefchborsupper, Sare ; and some roast pommes-de-terre, hood, to whom he was indeed a friend-a noble and she hope you come and eat it. I have friend. My old master followed his remains to some capital 1811, and a little old whiskey, their last home; and surely, if " charity covereth pour faire la digestion.

& multitude of sins,” poor G. will receive his About half past eight o'clock, when we knew reward. Adieu. Your very jolly old friend, they would be at supper, Carlo said to me- Tottenham, September 15.

Fino. Suppose we go as far as Mr. G.'s, and just see what they really have got for supper. We can observe all that goes on through the glass door."

MAIDENS! TAKE HEED! Well," said I, “ I have no objection, provided

(ANACREONTIC.) you mean to conduct yourself like a gentleman; for I will not be a party to your rascality any As Chloe tripp'd along the grasslonger. I have nearly lost my character through

A pretty laughter-loving lass, your shameful conduct."

Love, flying by, her form did see,
A sulky growl warned me I had better say

And changed himself into a bee.
So off we started, and there we found

He hover'd fast from flower to flower,
Mr. and Mrs. G., and Bombyx. Little “ Jack”

And into every shaly bower, lay by the fire, and half-a-dozen cats were scattered And all his little arts did try in different directions. The supper smelt prime,

To catch poor Chloe's wand'ring eye. and Mr. G. every now and then held a tempting morceau between his thumb and finger, which Alas! too soon he did succeed, little Jack most gracefully disposed of.

“ Shoot

And Chloe ran fast o'er the mead that Jack," grumbled Carlo," I really can't stand To catch the little fluttering thing. it. He's too bad.”—“What,” said Í, “have you

But, quite regardless of its sting, not had enough to-day ?”—“ Hold your noise, Within her hand she clasp'd it tight, you stupid fellow, and just go round and see if

And soon began to scream with fright. Sophy's at the back-door. We may then perhaps She'd felt the dreadful, cruel smart,

By being wounded with its dart. Glad enough to get away, I slipped quickly round. But, bless me! on my return what do you She oped her hand-away it went, think had happened? Why, another little tempt- Some other miscbief to invent. ing morceau was held

up Jacky." Carlo But though the insect flew away, could resist no longer; and with one spring went The sting remain'd for many a day. right through the glass door, shivering two large The moral of our tale is this: panes to atoms, and alighting at the feet of Mr. That though love may at first seem bliss, G., who simply exclaimed—“Hang it, Sare, I Whatever joy it doth impart, never see such funny dog!'


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OUR MIRROR OF THE MONTHS. One great drawback to our enjoyment of

Autumn, is, the oft-repeated sound proceding

from the murderous gun. In our late walks, THE sere leaf, Aitting on the blast,

we have seen many acts of savage butchery The hips and haws on ev'ry hedge,

dealt out upon the unoffending partridge. Bespeak OCTOBER come! At last We stand on Winter's crumbling edge.

Hunted from morning to night, wounded Like Nature's op'ning grave, we eye

first by one and then by another,-again The two brief months not yet gone by.

“flushed,” and again wounded-this is his AT A TIME when all the world are poured civilised man to boast of! We carefully note

fate daily. What a day's "sport" for a out to behold the glories of the year, now the countenances of these butchers as we apparently stationary, and reluctant to bid

pass, and we blush to think that we are of us adieu, -it seems almost superfluous for

the same race. pen like ours to attempt to sing of the sea

This very day, commences another “battue" We can say nothing worth listening

on the pheasants.

We shall now daily see to; though we feel transports unutterable. Therefore will our song, we fear, not be a the grand total of slaughtered victims which

registered in the papers, flaming accounts of very sweet one.

“ fell to the gun" of the Hon. Mr. Fi, my September has passed. It brought with it Lord Fo, and the Marquis of Fum. These an agreeable change. For rain, we had sun, will be gloated over by the whole race of shine; for chilling winds, we had a genial bird-butchers; and each will strive daily atmosphere. The wailings at the close of (rising early and slaughtering late) to surpass August were exchanged for renewed hope, bis fellow in acts of cruelty. But let us leave The golden grain shook its dewy locks, and these blood-thirsty savages, whose sole joy blushed with its honors thick upon it. A

seems to consist in the wanton destruction of glorious sight has it been, to notice its dying

life. moments; as, looking the sun full in the face, it fell laughing beneath the sickle. The farmer, to be vigorous. The sun shines, gentle gales

This is just the very time of year for us all whilst we now write, las overflowing barns; rustle in the branches, the birds in their new and though he tries to grumble, he finds it hard livery come forth and sing; the air is bracing, work.

and all Nature rejoices. The open fields, That the price of “the staff of life" is

though bereaved of much of their former excessive, is, alas! but too true. Yet is this not caused by a scanty harvest. There are

beauty, yet present sights that are agreeable other reasons for it, which lie beyond the The husbandman is already at work, pre

to the eye, and stirring to the imagination. scope of our inquiry. In all our rambles hither and thither, -- we repeat it,- we have paring for the coming year; and all is bustle seen an abundance of everything; food ample

and activity around us.

Nor are the hedge-rows devoid of interest. both for man and for beast.

The luxuriant blackberry is now seen in If we were to enter in detail upon our

bo dless profusion; and many are the lads enjoyments of the month of August and a and lasses who go forth to gather them. The portion of September,- we should only be blue sloe, too, is now gracing the hedges with relating what must be fresh in the feelings of its soft tempting-looking bloom, and we see most of our readers. The charms of Sep- the dull bunches of the woodbine, and the tember are as unutterable in words, as they sparkling holly-berry. The wild flowers are are delightful to experience. The year now concentrates all its beauties. Nature loves departing. A few only remain, but those to behold, in one grand view, the past works few, peeping up from beneath the newly-fallen of her delicate hands. Unwilling to let them leaves

, seem to smile at us ere they bid us

adieu. They are beautiful even in their depart, she waits till the very last moment

death. ere she lets down the curtain which is to hide them for ever from our sight. Nor does this the flowers in the garden, when the sun shines ;

We still behold the butterfly hovering over curtain drop suddenly. Surely not. The descent is gradual; and as the year decays, to the last. Free from all care, he suns his

or basking on the warm wall. He is happy a million or fond objects linger with us to wings, sips his nectar, and is “jolly” to the the last.

end. No wonder the poet sang, – Summer still lingers, though its glories fade, Still soft and fragrant are the gales that blow;

" I'd be a butterfly!" The yellow foliage now adorns the glade,

The butterfly however, be it said, is rather And paler skies succeed the summer's glow.

ornamental than useful. We have amongst The drooping flowers fade, and all around us far too many butterflies ! A-hem ! Their scatter'd blossoms wither and decay;

We hardly need remind our friends to But still bright verdure decorates the ground,

make the most of this month ; for when it And the sun sheds a soft and silver ray. has closed upon us, the ensuing prospect


will be a dreary one. It is now the season the same sweet company; and there are for walking, rambling, nutting, gipsying, certain little autumnal visits to pay—all frolicking, and universal enjoyment. All now most truly delightful. May we, one and all, must be al fresco. Fires are, as yet, in the be able to enjoy the bright prospect, andremote distance. Court Nature in the fields

While Autumn strews on every plant and the forests; and there you will be both

Ilis mellow fruits and fertile grain; happy and well. The “fall of the leaf” is a season which,

And laughing Plenty, crowned with sheaves,

With purple grapes, and spreading leaves, for us, has charms unutterable. We wander

In rich profusion pours around, abroad with an ecstacy of feeling, of which Her flowing treasures on the ground, we can give no idea. The gradual decay of We'll mark the great, the liberal hand, nature is a sight we revel in. We listen to That scatters blessings o'er the land, the sighs in the trees, we note the murmur

And to the God of Nature raise of the breeze dancing among the leaves. We

THE GRATEFUL SONG-THE Hyun OF PRAISE. watch the flitting clouds, with a child-like May we all be in fine voice-and


the fondness; and we dream pleasingly as we echo extend to the ends of the earth! behold the rapidly.flying panorama of nature's painting. At this season, the sun and the PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF A DOG–No. II. clouds cause a change of landscape every two or three minutes. Autumn is the time when, if ever, we

(Continued from Page 110.) mortals are given to thought. There is a beauty peculiar to the scason that steals I AM GLAD TO HEAR, my dear Mr. Editor, upon the mind. It invests it with a tender- from a multitude of quarters, that [“ barked”

I pess and a permanency of impression which in my last to some good purpose. agree had not otherwise belonged to it. Our


you that Truth will ever carry all before

it. autumnal evenings are, in their grey and sober tinting, beautiful.

In the many

Some persons tell me, that I was too free colored hues of the trembling foliage, in the in speaking my mind.' Do you think so ? fitful sighing of the breeze, in the mournful (Quite the contrary, Charlie."

When we call of the wounded partridge or ill-starred want to cure a wound, we must cut deep. pheasant, in the soft low piping of our friend Then shall we succeed bravely. Go on, by the robin ; and, above all

, in the sweetly all means.) I confess I have had my cogi

tations about it. plaintive warbling of the young thrush, the

However, your favorite, blackbird, and the wood-larkin all these Shakspeare, has decided the point. Turning there is a union of sight and sound, which over a page or two in his charming book, can scarcely fail to touch the heart with a yesterday, I read as follows:corresponding sense of pensive pleasure. To To be-or not to be? That is the question, enjoy this we should, whilst contemplating

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the passing scene, behold the setting sun

The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, (hitherto shrouded in the gathering gloom)

Or-to take arms against a sea of troubles, gleam a farewell lustre on the fields. It is

And, by opposing, and them ? then, perhaps, thai our emotions harmonise End them, of course! barked I, with all most completely with external nature. the enthusiasm of an ill-used dog; and when

We must now reluctantly take our leave. I die, I shall stand enrolled in history as a
Ere we again meet our readers, the month of canine benefactor to my race. Thus much
November will have come in-ragged in its prefatory-now to my narrative.
garb, and comparatively barren. But Octo- Let me see.


last I told you all ber, of which a whole month remains to be about the cage in which we were confined. enjoyed, will have gone out with a pageant In this cage we lived for about three months. and a feast.

Hosts of people came to see us, and we were The woods will have been hung with much admired. But, malheureusement, not tapestry of all-glorious colors. The dark being “fashionable dogs" we were not soon and glossy acorns will have been scattered disposed of. One day, however, a lady (the in profusion on the ground. The richly- wife of one of London's merchant princes) tinted and veined horse-chestnuts will have came into the shop to buy a dog, and the lot glowed in the midst of their rugged and spiny fell on me. The lady pronounced me to be shells, which burst open in their fall; and affectionate and intelligent. My eyes, I at birds will have been enjoying a plentiful once saw, had won her favor. Beautiful they feast of beech-nuts in the tree-tops.

were, of course, and expressive; for I was a All this yet awaits us; besides lots of "true breed” from the fountain-head. rambles by sea and land. And then there is Whilst wondering “what next?” and “ nutting" in the leafy woods, accompanied scanning my new mistress's countenance, I by the girl of our heart; “blackberry-ing" in heard the money rattle in her hand. I was


handsomely paid for; and gently put into the feel, the cruel “Go along, nasty dog!" and carriage, which, at that time, seemed to me a the lash of the whip, another of that day's paradise, and its inmates angels.

purchases. My head seemed in a whirl, my All in this equipage was so luxurious ! heart beat almost to bursting. I could not The first thing I did was to frisk and jump cry, but slank away into one corner of the about in an ecstacy of joy. It was such a There did I reflect, and marvel to change for me, that I felt half mad with think how kind and yet how cruel even welldelight. And then what a seat had I! A intentioned people may be, when the head rich velvet cushion was provided for me, and alone is furnished, and the warm impulses of I found myself side by side with my lovely Nature are scotted at. mistress. Oh! how endearingly she patted Even if I had been to blame (I was not), my head, as she called me "her own pretty the cruel words from those who had been boy," and lavished on me some thousands of kind to me, and whom I already loved, would caresses !

have been sufficient. There needed not the Then her daughter! What a most charm- cruel whip, and the knowledge that it was ing girl she was! Oh, my dear Mr. Editor, bought with, and for me. What an idea ! how you would have loved her! She could To buy an innocent creature on whom to not have numbered more than sixteen sum- lavish kind words and caresses, and to promers; and what an affectionate soul she was! cure, at the same time, an instrument of lleigh-o! Well; I will not dwell on the torture for it! As if our senses were like subject—but was not I a happy dog? [You the vitals of a Rhinoceros, only to be reached ought to have been happy,“ Charlie." We have through the “ cracks" on our hides ! often envied your race, in days gone by, After dinner, Miss Victoria and I were under such circumstances.] This enchanting taken down to be shown to the company. girl did make so much of me, and fondled me You must excuse me coupling myself with so nicely, that I imagined myself in Elysium. this pretty child ; but it is a fact she was as Only fancy! one day I was in an iron-bound much for show as I was, except that my prison-house, almost unable to turn myself appearance was natural, hers doubtful. Beround. The next, I was in a flying palace on tween ourselves, her head and feet were all wheels; basking in the sunshine of angelic that could be distinguished as human. The smiles and caresses.

residue was a mass of muslin, lace, and ribIf my astonishment was great on entering bons.* the carriage, guess, my dear Sir, with what

When she had been examined and admired amazement I stared about me on our arrival by the ladies (who complimented her maid,

Terrace, when carried by Miss and her milliner), and the gentlemen (who Emily into the drawing-room of that noble considered “ her eyes were beautiful, just like mansion! I was now handed over to Rosa, mamma's”), then came my turn. I was the nursery governess, who took me to the handed from one to another—first put on sanctum of dolls and rocking horses, at the the floor, then taken up and placed on the top of the house. Here, after having been table (for a better view I suppose). But, held up by one ear, by the tail, hy one leg, having no valves (à la Mr. Sands) on my and sundry other torments—which I took all feet, I slipped; and upset a glass of wine in good part, I was so delighted with the over one of the ladies' dresses. You may frank countenance of Master Albert, and the guess the consequences of this accident. pretty face of Miss Victoria (the two chil- The whip immediately presented itself to dren) that, although I suffered much pain at my mind; and so frightened was I that I their hands, I scarcely cried.

screamed, became giddy, and fell on the In this room, however, my first real trouble floor. When picked up I was insensible. commenced. I barked to be let out; but Rosa was dressing Miss Victoria, who was * We are pleased, “ Charlie,” to note your to appear after dinner in the drawing-room, minute exactness as you go on.

Children nowand Master Albert was busy (philosopher- a-days, are systematically deformed. If parents like) trying to discover the cause of motion wish their children to be hated by their servants, in the eyes of a new doll that came home in their nurses, and by all who see them beyond the the carriage with me, and which I nearly precincts of the nursery,- they are taking the had the misfortune to break, by knocking it most direct means of bringing about that result. off the seat during my first burst of joy. As we walk abroad at this lovely season (either For this I suffered mentally and bodily. I in London, in the country, or by the sea-side) we was called " dirty dog!" Miss Emily heard see, everywhere the most disgusting exhilitions this. As she came up stairs I knew her of these hideous-looking dwarts

. Naturally fond sweet voice, and ran to meet her; hoping modern deformities " called” children, with any

as we are of children, yet cannot we look at the again to receive a fond caress, such as she thing but unqualified abhorrence. They are all gave me in the morning. But well I remem- "outsides, - an army of elaborately tricked-out ber, and even at this distance of time I ca

'puppets."-En. K. J.




My head had struck against a chair in the keeping Apples or Pears, the following plan fall

, with such force as to stun me. How cannot be too strongly recommended :-Get long I remained unconscious, I know not; some tine pit-sand ; and heat it hot, to dry it but I can well remember, on recovering my and destroy any vegetable remains it consenses, the kind anxiety evinced by some tains. Then procure some large jars or one who knelt over me with a sponge and garden-pots; put a little sand when cool in cold water, &c., by his side. Nor shall I the bottom, and then a layer of fruit,eyer forget his mild yet hearty “Cheer up, barely touching each other.' Then fill up Charlie,' my man!”

between them with the sand until the vessels I did cheer up, and tried to stand, but are full. They may now be placed in the could not. My leg was broken. It was bottom of a cupboard, or any other place indeed fortunate for me that you had been where they will be safe from frost and kept sent for to give your opinion on my consti- dry. The best and most perfect fruit should tution and qualities.* You had arrived just be selected for this purpose, which may be previous to my fall, and had applied the ascertained after they have been gathered a means to restore me to consciousness. When short time. you pronounced my leg to be broken, every one crowded round to pity me, and several Commence pruning Gooseberry and Currant hands were put out towards me; but the pain bushes. Towards the end of the month, they was so intense, from the broken bone, and may also be transplanted. The best soil for them the fear of punishment so fresh in my mind, is a rich deep loam, on a dry bottom, although that, in self-defence, I snapped at them, and they will grow in any soil. They should have I believe, really did bite you; but you took

some well-rotted manure dug in about them, every me in your arms, seemingly regardless of my those intended to produce large fruit for exhibi

second or third year. In pruning Gooseberries, anger. Here, Mr. Editor, I shall wait a little thin, and be shortened back about half its length;

tion must have their young wood cut out very month. You shall have the resumé in your but others intended to produce heavy crops next. Yours, faithfully,

should have the young wood left its whole length, Sept, 20, 1853.

CHARLIE. only thinning out the middle of the tree, and re

moving any branches that cross close to each

other. * It must be borne in mind, that “ Charlie" is here aldressing his doctor, Mr. Kent, the

Few private growers produce such fine Currants

as market-gardeners ; which is attributable, in a Veterinary Surgeon, who takes down the narrative from "Charlie's dictation.

great measure, to the inferior methods of pruning pursued. The best plan is, after the head of the

bush is formed (by allowing several main branches HINTS TO AMATEUR GARDENERS.

to rise at regular distances of six or eight inches from each other), to prune the laterals or side branches, produced every year, back to one or

The spurs, if they become very thick, The fall of the leaf, cold mornings, bright should be thinned out, and the leaders shortened days, and "crisp " evenings, tell us plainly about half their length, first observing the directhat we must prepare for coming winter. tion of the bud you intend to cut to, which should Nature has been very lavish this year in point outwards. This is of consequence ; as it supplying us with an abundance of fruit. will keep the heart of the bushes open, and must We must now proceed to take care of it.

be attended to when shortening back GooseThe principal operations of this month berries. Those of a pendulous habit must be cut consist in storing Apples and Pears, and indeed, in every kind of pruning, the direction of

to a bud on the upper side of the branch; and, various vegetable roots; planting bulbs, and the terminal eye is of great importance. sheltering tender plants. The best criterion Currants can scarcely be pruned too close. As for gathering late fruit is, the ease with which soon as the prunings are collected, burn them, they leave the tree. In gathering, keep and spread the ashes beneath the bushes. A thin each kind separate; and handle them with coating of hot lime dug in about the stems is of the greatest care, as upon this their keeping service against the caterpillars. The branches of very much depends. Codlins and other Black Currants may be thinned out, but not kitchen sorts liable to shrivel had better be

shortened. Lay in by the heels some of the laid carefully in small heaps and covered strongest shoots, if required, for propagating. with straw. They will thus keep longer and Top-dress Strawberry-beds with well-rotted dung. plumper, retaining their weight. The best material to lay Apples or Pears upon is

Alterations.-Determine on, and get carried out at Fern, or Straw perfectly dry and free from mouldiness. A dry room, a cellar, or any Antirrhinums.-A few of the first struck cuttings

every opportunity. other place if it can be found less influenced

may be potted off into thumbs. by the weather, is the best situation to keep Auriculas.--Now make ready your winter quarters. them in; but for the most valuable late- See that your frames are in good order, that


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