"He left the bars down that led into my largest, best field of wheat, and half the cattle in the country have been devouring it. They have ruined at least a couple of hundred dollars worth. The money is not what I care so much for, but it was the best wheat-field for miles around, and I had a pride in having it yield more than any field of my neighbors. I have borne with him day after day, hoping he might do better. Poor fellow! he is sorry enough always for his mistakes. The other day he left the garden-gate open, and the cows got in and eat all my cabbages and other vegetables; then he leaves the barn-door open, and the hogs go in and the calves come out." "We will see," said our dear mamma. The next morning at the breakfast-table said our dear mother-- "You will have a delightful day to ride in, dear nephew." Cousin Jehoiakim opened wide his eyes, inquiringly. "Richard, my son, I hope you did not forget to tell Mr. Grimes to let the stage stop here this morning. It will be very inconvenient for your cousin to be obliged to stay another day. I packed your trunk this morning early, dear nephew, just after you left your room, knowing how you disliked the trouble." Still wider opened my cousin's eyes. "Harry, my son," said mamma to my little brother, "those cakes and dough-nuts are for your cousin to take with him for his lunch." "Mayn't I have a piece of pie then?" "Go and get what you want of Mercy, my dear. I put some runs of yarn in your trunk, dear nephew, you may give them with my love to sister Abigal, and tell her the wool is from white Kitty. She will remember the sheep. Give my love to brother Abiram with this letter." Still wider opened Cousin Jehoiakim's eyes. "You will find also in your trunk a dozen and a half of new linen shirts that I have taken the liberty of putting there instead of your old ones." "Thank you, dear aunt, you are very kind. I really am very sorry to leave you all. I have enjoyed myself very much here; but Aunt Abigail will feel hurt if I do not pay her a visit. I shall come again as soon as I can, so do not cry your eyes out, Cousin Clarry." The stage came and Cousin Jehoiakim went. And the way I lured back my flown bird would make quite an interesting sentimental little story of itself. Bless his bright eyes! they are shining on me now, full of mischief at this sketch I am giving you, beloved reader. But _didn't_ we have a nice wedding time? There was Anna and her brave lieutenant, Brother Dick and his bright little Fanny, the beautiful, majestic Jane, and my beautiful, majestic Cousin Clarence, and my darling, good Edgar, and, dear reader, your very humble servant. CORIOLANUS. BY HENRY B. HIRST. How many legends have been told or sung Since Rome--the nursling of the wolf--arose, Lean, gaunt and grim, and lapped the bubbling blood Of fallen and dying foes.