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Why, Seth, you seem to perspire as if were warm? Why don't you take your hat off? Here, let me put your hat away." "No," exclaimed poor Seth at last. "No, I must go; let me out, I ain't well; let me go."

A greasy cataract was now pouring down the poor man's face and neck, and soaking into his clothes, and trickling down his body into his boots, so that he was literally in a perfect bath of oil.

"Well, good night, Seth," said the humorous Vermonter, "if you will go ;" and adding, as the man darted out of the door, "I say, Seth, I reckon the fun I have had out of you is worth ninepence, so I sha'n't charge you for that pound of butter in your hat."

"One fly, two flies, three flies," said the boy, innocently, following with his eyes a basket of oranges carried by a newsboy.

"Here, you young hedgehog," said the bald-headed man, "if you don't hush, I'll have the conductor put you off the train."

The poor woman not knowing what else to do, boxed the boy's ears, and then gave him an orange to keep him from crying. "Ma, have I got red marks on my head?"

"I'll whip you again, if you don't hush." "Mister," said the boy, after a short silence, "does it hurt to be bald-headed? ” "Youngster," said the man, "If you'll keep quiet, I'll give you a quarter." The boy promised, and the money was paid over.

The man took up his paper, and resumed his reading.

"This is my bald-headed money," said the boy. "When I get bald-headed, I'm goin' to give boys money. Mister, have all bald-headed men got money?"

The annoyed man threw down his paper, arose, and exclaimed: "Madam, hereafter when you travel, leave that young gorilla at home. Hitherto, I always thought that the old prophet was very cruel for calling the bears to kill the children for making sport of his head, but now I am forced to believe that he did a Christian act. If your boy had been in the crowd, he would have died first. If I can't find another seat on this train, I'll ride on the cow-catcher rather than remain here."

"The bald-headed man is gone," said the boy; and as the woman leaned back a tired sigh escaped from her lips.

"Will you care?"

"Don't ask so many questions."

After another silence, the boy exclaimed: "Ma, look at that fly on that man's head." 66 If don't hush, I'll whip you when you we get home."

"Look! There's another fly. Look at 'em fight; look at 'em!"

"Madam," said the man, putting aside a newspaper and looking around, "what's the matter with that young hyena?"

The woman blushed, stammered out something, and fattempted to smooth back the boy's hair.

SENTIMENTAL.

The rose that blushes like the morn
Bedecks the valleys low;

And so dost thou, sweet infant corn,
My Angelina's toe.

But on the rose there grows a thorn
That breeds disastrous woe;
And so dost thou, remorseless corn,
COLERIDGE.
On Angelina's toe.

A MALICIOUS person says that cotton sheets and newspapers sheets are alike in the respect that a great many people lie in them.