'One morning there was evidently a crisis approaching; for the mother and attendants, hurrying softly in and out the sufferer's chamber, in quick whispered words gave orders or imparted intelligence to others. WILLIAM saw it all, and with the quick instinct of affection, seemed to know what it foreboded. Taking his little stool, therefore, he sat down beside the chamber-door, and waited in silence. In the mean time, the mother stood over the dying child, watching while a short unquiet slumber held her back for a little while longer. Several times a sweet smile trembled round the sufferer's lips, and her arms moved as if pressing something to her bosom. Then she awoke, and fixing her eyes upon her mother, whispered faintly, 'I thought WILLIAM was here.' A stifled sob was heard at the door, which stood partly open. Mrs. G---- stepped softly out, and leading WILLIAM to the bed-side, pointed to his dying sister. He threw himself upon her bosom, and pressing his lips to her pale cheek, prayed for forgiveness. EMMA did not heed him; but looking again in her mother's face, and pointing upward, said softly: 'I shant be so _there!_--shall I, mother?' 'No, my poor child!' replied the weeping parent; 'I hope not. But don't talk _so_, EMMA. Forgive your poor brother, or you'll break his heart.' 'EMMA tried to gasp something; but whatever it was, whether of love or hate, it never reached a mortal ear. In a few moments she was no more.' * * * * * WE take your amiable hint, good 'P.' of S----, and shall venture the forfeit. That our own 'humor is no great shakes,' we very cheerfully admit--so that there is an end to _that_ 'difference of opinion.' 'P.' reminds us of an anecdote which we had not long since from a friend. 'There, take that!' said a would-be facetious doctor to a patient, whom he had been boring almost to extinction with what he fancied to be humor; 'take it; 't will do you good, though it _is_ nauseous.' 'Don't say a word about _that_,' said the patient, swallowing the revolting potion; 'the man who has endured your _wit_, has nothing to fear from your _physic!_' . . . 'C. M. P.'s parody on '_Oh no, I never mention Him_,' is a very indifferent affair, compared with HOOD'S transcript of that well-known song. We remember a stanza or two of it: 'OH, no, I never mentioned it, I never said a word; But lent my friend a five-pound note, Of which I've never heard. He said he merely borrowed it To pay another debt; And since I've never mention'd it, He thinks that I forget! 'Whene'er we ride, I pays the 'pike; I settles every treat; He rides my horse, he drives my cab, But cuts me when we meet. My new umbrell' I lent him too, One night--'t was very wet; Though he forgets it ne'er came back, Ah, me! _I_ don't forget!' * * * * *