"Got a big steore of goods layin' areound here, haven't yeou?" "We have, sir, a fair assortment," said the clerk. "Them Illinoi folks haven't no _idee_ what a place this Boston is; they haven't. I tried to larn 'em a few things towards civilization, but 'twaren't no sort o' use tryin'!" "New country yet; the Illinois folks will brighten up after a while, I guess," said the clerk. "Did you wish to examine any other sort of hinges, sir?" he continued. "Hain't I seen all yeou hev?" "O, no; here we have another variety of hinges, steel, copper, plated, &c. These are fine for parlor doors, &c.," said the clerk. "E' yes them air nice, I swow, mister; look like rale silver. I 'spect them cost somethin'?" "They come rather high," said the clerk, "but we've got them as low as you can buy them in the market." "I want to know!" quietly echoes the Yankee. "Yes, sir; what do you wish to use them for?" says the clerk. "Use 'em?" responded the Yankee. "Yes; what _priced_ hinges did you require?" "What priced hinges?--" "Exactly! Tell me what you require them _for_, and I can soon come at the _sort_ of hinges you require," said the clerk, making an effort to come to a climax. "Who said _I_ wanted any hinges?" "Who said you wanted any? Why, don't you want to buy hinges?" "Buy hinges? Why, _no;_ I don't want nothin'; _I only came in to look areound!_" Having looked around, the imperturbable Yankee stepped out, leaving the poor clerk--quite flabbergasted! Miseries of Bachelorhood. Dabster says he would not mind living as a bachelor, but when he comes to think that bachelors must die--that they have got to go down to the grave "without any body to cry for them"--it gives him a chill that frost-bites his philosophy. Dabster was seen on Tuesday evening, going convoy to a milliner. Putting this fact to the other, and we think we "smell something," as the fellow said when his shirt took fire. The Science of "Diddling." Jeremy Diddlers have existed from time immemorial down, as traces of them are found in all ancient and modern history, from the Bible to Shakspeare, from Shakspeare to the revelations of George Gordon Byron, who strutted his brief hour, acted his part, and--vanished. Diddler is derived from the word _diddle_, to _do_--every body who has not yet made his debut to the Elephant. We believe the word has escaped the attention of the ancient lexicographers, and even Worcester, and the still more durable "Webster," have no note of the word, its derivation, or present sense.