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Whoop out loud! and throw my hat !
June wants me and I'm to spare !
Spread them shadders anywhere,
I'll git down and waller there,

And obleeged to you at that !

James Whitcomb Riley.

BAKED BEANS AND CULTURE.

THE *HE members of the Boston Commercial Club are

charming gentlemen. They are now the guests of the Chicago Commercial Club, and are being shown every attention that our market affords. They are a fine-looking lot, well-dressed and well-mannered, with just enough whiskers to be impressive without being imposing.

“This is a darned likely village,” said Seth Adams last evening. “Everybody is rushin' 'round an' doin' business as if his life depended on it. Should think they'd git all tuckered out 'fore night, but I'll be darned if there ain't just as many folks on the street after nightfall as afore. We're stoppin' at the Palmer tavern ;-an' my chamber is up so all-fired high, that I can count all your meetin’-house steeples from the winder.”

Last night five or six of these Boston merchants sat around the office of the hotel, and discussed matters and things. Pretty soon they got to talking about beans: this was the subject which they dwelt on with evident pleasure.

“Waal, sir," said Ephraim Taft, a wholesale dealer in maple-sugar and flavoured lozenges, "you kin talk 'bout your new-fashioned dishes an' high-falutin' vittles; but, when you come right down to it, there ain't no better eatin' than a dish o' baked pork 'n' beans.”

“That's so, b' gosh !” chorussed the others.

“The truth o' the matter is,” continued Mr. Taft, that beans is good for everybody,—'t don't make no difference whether he's well or sick. Why, I've known a thousand folks—waal, mebbe not quite a thousand; but,--waal, now, jest to show, take the case of Bill Holbrook : you remember Bill, don't ye?"

“ Bill Holbrook?” said Mr. Ezra Eastman; "why, of course I do! Used to live down to Brimfield, next to the Moses Howard farm.'

“That's the man,” resumed Mr. Taft. “Waal, Bill fell sick,-kinder moped round, tired like, for a week or two, an' then tuck to his bed. His folks sent for Dock Smith, ol Dock Smith that used to carry round a pair o' leather saddlebags,—gosh, they don't have no sech doctors nowadays! Waal, the dock, he come; an' he looked at Bill's tongue, an' felt uv his pulse, an' said that Bill had typhus fever. Ol' Dock Smith was a very careful, conserv’tive man, an' he never said nothin' unless he knowed he was right.

“Bill began to git wuss, an' he kep' a-gittin' wuss every day. One mornin' ol' Dock Smith sez, “Look a-here, Bill, I guess you're a goner : as I figger it, you can't hol out till nightfall.'

“ Bill's mother insisted on a con-sul-tation bein' held; so oľ Dock Smith sent over for young Dock Brainerd. I calc'late that, next to oľ Dock Smith, young Dock Brainerd was the smartest doctor that ever lived.

“Waal, pretty soon along come Dock Brainerd ; an' he an' Dock Smith went all over Bill, an' looked at his tongue, an’ felt uv his pulse, an' told him it was a gone case, an' that he had got to die. Then they went off into the spare chamber to hold their con-sul-tation.

“Wall, Bill he lay there in the front room a-pantin' an' a-gaspin', an' a wond'rin' whether it wuz true. As he wuz

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“SARY SAT DOWN BY THE BED, AN' FED THEM BEANS INTO BILL."

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thinkin', up comes the girl to git a clean tablecloth out of the clothes-press, an' she left the door ajar as she come in. Bill he gave a sniff, an' his eyes grew more natural like: he gathered together all the strength he had, and he raised himself up on one elbow, and sniffed again.

Sary,' says he, 'wot's that a-cookin'?'
Beans,' says she ; 'beans for dinner.'

Sary,' says the dyin' man, 'I must hev a plate uv them beans !'

“Sakes alive, Mr. Holbrook !' says she ; 'if you wuz to eat any o' them beans, it'd kill ye !'

“ 'If I've got to die,' says he, “I'm goin' to die happy : fetch me a plate uv them beans.'

“Wall, Sary she pikes off to the doctors.

“'Look a-here,' says she; 'Mr. Holbrook smelt the beans cookin', an' he says he's got to have a plate uv 'em. Now, what shall I do about it?'

Waal, doctor,' says Dock Smith, what do you think 'bout it?'

. He's got to die anyhow,' says Dock Brainerd ; 'an' I don't suppose the beans'll make any diff'rence.'

“That's the way I figger it,' says Dock Smith; in all my practice I never knew of beans hurtin' anybody.'

“So Sary went down to the kitchen, an' brought up a plateful of hot baked beans. Dock Smith raised Bill up in bed, an' Dock Brainerd put a piller under the small of Bill's back. Then Sary sat down by the bed, an' fed them beans into Bill until Bill couldn't hold any more. ". How air

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?' asked Dock Smith. “Bill didn't say nuthin': he jest smiled sort uv peaceful like, an' closed his eyes.

“The end hez come,' said Dock Brainerd sof 'ly; Bill is dyin':'

“ Then Bill murmured kind o' far-away like (as if he was dreamin'), 'I ain't dyin': I'm dead an’ in heaven.'

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“Next mornin' Bill got out uv bed, an' done a big day's work on the farm, an' he hain't hed a sick spell since. Them beans cured him! I tell you, sir, that beans is," etc.

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THE NICE PEOPLE.

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“THEY certainly are nice people,” I assented to my

wife's observation, using the colloquial phrase with a consciousness that it was anything but “nice ” English, “and I'll bet that their three children are better brought up than most ofTwo children,” corrected my

wife. Three, he told me." “My dear, she said there were two." “ He said three.

“ You've simply forgotten. I'm sure she told me they had only two—a boy and a girl.”

“Well, I didn't enter into particulars.”

“ No dear, and you couldn't have understood him. Two children.”

“All right,” I said; but I did not think it was all right. As a near-sighted man learns by enforced observation to recognise persons at a distance when the face is not visible to the normal eye, so the man with a bad memory learns, almost unconsciously, to listen carefully and report accurately. My memory is bad; but I had not bad time to forget that Mr. Brewster Brede had told me that afternoon that he had three children, at present left in the care of his mother-in-law, while he and Mrs. Brede took their summer vacation.

“Two children," repeated my wife; "and they are staying with his aunt Jenny."

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