"undone" would have been a better word,

"It might be some one in his place,

She could not see his noble face."

Whom she suspects of such a heartless joke on a sorrow. ing mother, she does not disclose.

Of a dying sweetheart she sings, to " Saphrona's Farewell,"

"She left her true love, one whom she could trust,
To moulder her fair form awhile in the dust."

If she were already fair, what moulding did she need? It was a great mistake to suppose that because her Maker used dust in the composition of her ancestors, that she could make herself more acceptable to her lover by leaving him to mould-her awhile in the dust; and what right had he to mould-her any way? Beggars should not be choosers.

Julia is particularly truthful in a malediction upon Chicago in the following:

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They once did live in Edgerton,
They once did live in Muskegon,
From there they went to Chicago,
Which proved their fatal overthrow.
The small-pox then was raging there,
And, oh! it would not their house spare,
For all but one was sick of them,

A dreadful house it must have been."

One would almost wonder that there was a single one that was not sick of them.

She dwells with much admiration upon the centennial celebration in Grand Rapids: —

“The Centennial arch on Campau Place,
Was the most principle feature,

It was grand and beautiful

To all sensitive human creature.
A cabin was built too, I believe,
That nicely represented

One that the traders built years ago,
This was the only one invented."

That is a lie! but not being killed, died, or drowned, accounts for it.

The grandest strain with which she diverts herself is upon

"The fate of Mr. P. P. Bliss and wife,

And also others that lost their life,"

- to the music of "Gently Down the Stream of Time." The closing verse is peculiar for its omnithic spontaneity:

"Destruction lay on every side,
Confusion, fire, and despair,
No help, no hope, so they died,
Two hundred people over there.
Many ties were there broken,

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Many hearts were filled with pain,
Each one left a little token,

For above they live again."

Query In the midst of this grandeur of deep thought, in such harmonious fulness wrought, she has sadly neglected one point. Many ties were broken." Now, if so, how many? Up above every broken tie has left a little token. What token? Was it to be found among the sleepers, or are there to be railroad-ties in that place called heaven? But Julia, farewell! Christmas is too near to linger longer in your charms.

The Michigander- or more properly the Michi-goose has surely made her mark in the literary world. She has presented a collection, the like of which never tested the strength of type before. It is of multitudinous merit; well calculated to lift the broken heart, though unmercifully shattered; rare food for a lunatic; incalculably good as an encouragement to the young aspirant. Take heart! Julia is an author ss; go thou, and do likewise. The price of the book, paper cover, is twenty-five cents. The publisher promises that if he makes money enough to warrant it, upon the sale, he will send a donation to the Washington Monument.

TEN YEARS AFTER.

"THERE is the house with its gables brown,
And the well-sweep high beyond," said he,
"And the doves on the dormers fluttering down,
And the bee-hives, just as it used to be.
And out in the garden I can see,

Among the lilies and tulips there,
The form of a woman, - surely she!
Who else had ever such yellow hair?
And now she is turning this way," said he.

“Good morning, madam! the air is warm
For the early part of May," said he.
"The hills up yonder are brewing a storm
With wind and thunder, it seems to me;
But I am a stranger, as you may see,
And little know of the country here;
I look for a friend who used to be,
If I remember, a dweller near:
Charley Norris his name,” said he.

Charley Norris? He went away

Ten summers ago, at least," said she,
“And never a word, since that luckless day,
To tell of his life or his death, have we.
Some eyes, I know, would be fain to see
Poor Charley come over the hills again :
Though that is but little like to be;

For sharp was the trouble that turned his brain, And all for the face of a girl,” said she.

"Ah, there is a story the world knows well!
The story of love and wrong," said he;
"And something like that would Charley tell,
But never would make it clear, you see.
He loved a girl, so he said to me,-

With eyes as blue as the flag-flowers there, Cheeks like the bloom on that apple-tree, And long, loose ringlets of yellow hair,The prettiest girl in the town," said he.

"Well as for beauty I cannot say,

For i never have seen her face," said she, "But this I have heard, that since that day

She has not been what she used to be. 'Twas the folly of girlhood gay and free That set her smiling on other men ; And then he left her, to follow the sea, After a quarrel and curse, and then "Why, then she married his rival," said he.

'Married his rival? He must have known She never would marry at all," said she. 'Through all these years she has lived alone With her bees and her doves and her flowers, like me. And Charley, her runaway sweetheart, he " "O Mary! he has been faithful too; Tis Charley, my darling, don't you see, Come over the hills for love of you? And don't you know me again?" said he.

Know you again? At a single look

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I knew your eyes and your smile," said she.
"And the tone of your voice, when it fell and shook,
Did you think that accent would puzzle me?
You were too eager by half, you see.

But come to the house, it threatens rain,

Just as you said it was like to be.

O Charley! to think you are back again, And the ten years' parting over!" said she.

KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD

WHEN a man cums tew the konklusion that he would 'ke to kill sumboddy at thirty paces, he imagines that he haz been wronged, and sends hiz best friend a challenge tew fite a dewell; tha meet, and an elegant murder iz committed; the cracks in this transaktion are puttyed up, and then varnished over, bi being kalled “an affair ov honnor." When a man robs a saving bank, or goes tew urope on the

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last steamer, with the stolen reseipts ov a sanitary kommittee in his pocket, a kommittee ov investigashun are got together tew examine the stait ov affairs, and unanimously report a diskrepansy in hiz akounts.” 2 young men hire a hoss and buggy at a livri stable, and go into the kuntry on Sunda. Tha stop at the fust tavern tha meet, and invest in sum ardent speerits. Tha stop agin pretty soon, and histe in sum more ardent speerits. The more tha histe in, the more tha drive, till bi and bi a devilish bridge tips them over into a devilish gutter that sumboddy haz left bi the side ov the road, and they are awl killed, including the hoss and buggy. This is kalled a “fatal acksident.” A man and hiz wife are living in the middle of joy and consolashun, tha are surrounded on awl sides by a yung and interesting familee; their bread is cut thin, and buttered on both sides and the edges; but the destroyer enters the family: the wife wants a nu silk gown; the man sez he "be hanged if she duz,” and she, “be hanged if she don't." One word brings on another, tell tha fite, both ov them lose awl the hair in their heds, and 2 full setts ov false teeth, the thing ends in a divorse, the man runs awa tew Australia bi the overland route, the woman marry's a cirkus-rider at 40 dollars a month, the children are adopted bi sum sunda-school, and are brought up on homopathy. This furnishes a collum and a half in the nusepaper, under the hed ov "Disturbanse of the married relation." A youth ov 21 summers begins life with 36 thousand dollars. Several fast hosses belong tew him, there is several fast wimmin that he belongs tew; awl the tavern keepers are hiz patrons, faro banks are bilt for hiz amuzement, consolidated lotterys are chartered on purpiss tew make him happee; nothing iz left undun tew make him feel good. He wakes up about the 25th of next May without a dollar in hiz pocket, and a host ov warm friends on hiz hands, without enny visible means ov supporting them. He takes an akount ov stock, he buys a pint ov rum and 4 yards ov bed kord, the one makes him limber, while the other makes him stiff. The putty and varnish in this kase iz, "Driven tew desperashun on akount of finanskul preshure." A rale rode trane stands snortin front ov the depoe, the last bel iz ringing, the kars are full ov souls that belong tew different individuals; the konducktor iz full of Bourbon; the engineer labors under an attack ov Jamaka for the bronketis; the switchmen likes a leetle good old