then; but short tunics and long trowsers wont alter laws, you know. That young woman confesses she never knew she had any thing to complain of until it was put into her head. And—it makes me smile—but she says, the folly of the thing never struck her until she saw that six-foot-two Peter of hers, with his black whiskers and broad shoulders, _in her dress_, spoon-feeding the baby! She bitterly resents his exposing her to the ridicule of his companions; but I reminded her she had exposed herself by her attempts at establishing so unblushing a notoriety. Certainly the landlady is a changed woman, poor thing! poor thing!’ “It will be some time, dear aunt, before I will be able to write to you again, for we are going to a fine watering-place—over the seas—to seek that health for my mistress that is so plenty on our hill-side. Oh, dear! if every thing in ould Ireland was as plenty as health, what a people we should be! “Ever, with a heart and a half, your own “Nelly Nowlan.” * * * * * =YESTERDAY—TO-DAY—TO-MORROW!= =BY CHARLES D. GARDETTE, M. D.= Last night an aged spirit, worn with care, Forsook its earthly tenement—to soar To that unknown, mysterious Refuge, where The troubled rest—the weary toil no more! Gently and painfully the “Essence” crept From the o’ertasked clay, and all was still! Dimmed eyes saw through their tears—the sufferer slept, And stricken hearts throbbed with a grateful thrill. As prayers went up, hope-laden, to the throne Of the Omnipotent! All vain! All vain! Death hath already one more life-blade mown! Rise, lone ones, see! kneel! kneel and pray again! * * * * * The sun, this morn, looked with unclouded face O’er the new wakened earth, and Nature smiled Upon her children with a freshened grace, From last night’s harrowing vigil undefiled! A festal scene! bright eyes beam doubly bright, And loving hearts thrill yet more lovingly, A youthful pair in blissful bond unite, And Heaven approves their pledge of unity! Thy brightest smile, oh Morn! thou need’st must wear! Thy fairest flowers, oh Nature! thou must strew! To light these young hearts on their path of care, And with fresh fragrance wavering hopes renew! * * * * *