The little child's harte has a host ov shaddery things in it, fairy ghostesses, in the distanse, without mutch form,--in the fore-ground, tops, and marbles, rag dolls, and sweet whissels; christmas, with the little old esquire in his tights, and frisky span, loaded with wares for a baby market; dreams without enny meaning, little jelosys, little hopes and curious fears,--strange invoice, but life's capital, in which sleep giants and pigmys, happiness and misery. Life's capital! which can't be increased, but which may aul be lost. The little child's harte! look down into it, it is like the vault ov a wild-flower; apparently tenantless but full ov little sekrets, sekrets--unknown tew itself,--sekrets worth knowing,--life's capital. Sweet little vault whare God has locked up creation's destiny. XXXIX. MONOGRAFFS. The happy man iz alwus marrid or expekts tew be. He don't beleaf in ghosts or ghostesses, nor raleroad acksidence before they occur. He lives upon milk, and pays az he goes. He luvs evry boddy, and but fu luv him. He laffs when he gits wet, and only takes pills tew pleaze other folks. Like the birds, he waz born happy, and like them he seems tew enjoy it. The world calls him almost a phool, but his happy ness iz worth more, and cost less than wisdum. But i consider happiness the easiest tew manage when thare aint much ov it. Our wretched wants, though they are what makes a man more than a brute, are just what reduces our happyness by expanding it. Evryboddy kan tell his nabor tew be contented with what he haz got, (this is good news,) but noboddy but a phool can foller it. Phools are alwus happy, but alas! they don't know it. Still, thare aint no arithmetic for happiness--a man has to be measured for hiz happiness just az he duz for hiz boots, and then he aint sure but what they will pinch somewhare. THE HANDSOME MAN AND PRETTY WOMAN. Buty iz one ov them kind ov conquests that don't last long. It is a kind ov raid, which surprises, but kant hold the territory which it invades. It is a kind ov meteorick rain, which people may set up a night or two to watch for, but failing tew see it a grate deal, may conclude that it aint much ov a shower after awl. Handsum men are skase, and it is good that they are, for there is but very little power in man buty, and thare iz more vanity in one handsum man, than thare iz in two droves ov peacocks' tails. Buty iz another name for effeminacy. Pretty wimmin are plenty, and i am glad ov it, for wimmin hav a perfekt right tew be pretty; but very butiful wimmin are unplenty, and i am glad ov that ditto, for the chances is, they would use their buty to gain our adorashun rather than our esteem. After awl, grate buty iz a left-handed kompliment, for most ov the silly i have met with, are thoze who believed they was very butiful.