When Adam went down to his office mornings, Eve always went to her household duties; but she was a fortunate woman in one respect; she had no washing to do on Monday, so Adam was never afflicted by being obliged to eat mush and milk from the clock-shelf. Eve never called him back and told him to send home some soap and starch at once, nor did it cost Adam five shillings a week for clothes pins, for the beautiful smile that Mr. and Mrs. Adam always wore could be licked clean with the tip ends of their tongues. But they were not a happy couple, for the Fourth of July was unknown to Eden. They never listened to the bang of the cannon, the gun, or the fire-cracker, but Eve used to bang her hair quite often. { wore tight boots. { { corns. { had { shirts with buttons off. { { holes in his stockings. { { holes in his pockets. Adam never { wore patched pantaloons. { spilt ice cream on his lavender pants. { pawned his ulster. { pulled down his vest. { burst his suspender buttons. { paid $2 per day for washing. { owed his tailor. { { corsets. { { striped stockings. { wore { rats. { { mice. { { frizzes. Eve never { was bothered to find a dressmaker. { found fault with her milliner. { gossiped with her next door neighbor. { went to church and made fun of a rival’s new bonnet. { had beaux from church. When we say never, no one need say hardly ever. But Mr. and Mrs. Adam fell just the same. As we draw a veil over their fall, let us ask every head of a family, if he doesn’t feel like howling when he remembers that Adam didn’t know what a good thing he had { dressmakers’ } { milliners’ } { shoemakers’ } When he did not have any { hosiery } bills to pay. { jewelry } { false hair } { ribbon } { taffy } But he could have laid in his hammock from sunrise to sunset, and read the daily papers without feeling that he must go down town and work like thunder, so his wife and daughters could all have new bonnets to wear to church on next Sabbath day. Adam was a queer duck and the fathers of to-day owe him a sockdologer. CHARLES H. HARRIS.