I’m on the marrow bones of my soul to you, Mr. Thackeray. I honor you for “turning State’s evidence” against your own culprit-sex. If there’s any little favor I can do for you, such as getting you naturalized, (for you are a sight too cute and clever for an Englishman,) I’ll fly round and get the documents made out for you to-morrow. I tell you, Mr. Thackeray, the laws over here allow husbands to break their wives’ _hearts_ as much as they like, so long as they don’t break their _heads_. So the only way we can get along, is to allow them to scratch our faces, and then run to the police court, and shew “his Honor” that Mr. Caudle can “_make his mark_.” Why--if we were not _cunning_, we should get circumvented all the time by these domestic Napoleons. Yes, indeed; we sleep with one eye open, and “get up early in the morning,” and keep our arms a-kimbo. --By-the-way, Mr. Thackeray, what do you think of us, _as a people_?--taking us “by and large,” as our honest farmers say. P-r-e-t-t-y tall nation for a _growing_ one; don’t you think so? Smart men--smarter women--good broad streets--no smoking or spitting allowed in ’em--houses all built with an eye to architectural beauty--newspapers don’t tell how many buttons you wear on your waistcoat--Jonathan never stares at you, as if you were an imported hyena, or stirs you up with the long pole of criticism, to see your size and hear your roar. Our politicians never whip each other on the floor of Congress, and grow black in the face because their _choler_ chokes them! No mushroom aristocracy over here--no “coats of arms” or liveried servants: nothing of that sham sort, in our “great and glorious country,” as you have probably noticed. If you are “round takin’ notes,” I’ll jog your English elbow now and then. Ferns have eyes--and they are not green, either. WOMEN AND MONEY. “A wife shouldn’t ask her husband for money at meal-times.”--_Exchange._ By no manner of means; _nor at any other time_; because, it is to be hoped, he will be gentlemanly enough to spare her that humiliating necessity. Let him hand her his porte-monnaie every morning, with _carte-blanche_ to help herself. The consequence would be, she would lose all desire for the contents, and hand it back, half the time without abstracting a single _sou_.