“You know?” said Jerusha.

“And father’s name is Israel,” said I.

“And mother’s name is Sarah,” said my sister.

“Hush, hush; here they come,” said Aunt Clara.  “But I don’t believe they would ever have found out their own minds if it had not been for me.”

“And you were the giggling girl,” said I.

“She’s no better now,” said my mother, as she entered the room, and readily guessed what we had been hearing from aunty.  Father walked up to Aunt Clara, and pinched her ears for her.  What more he might have done I don’t know, if Parson Oliver had not dropped in.  We made quite a pleasant evening of it, and the old folks discussed the reminiscence in all its bearings.  I like to hear old people talk.  They come straight to the pith of a subject, especially if it is love and matrimony.  And the more I hear them, the better I can realize the truth of the Old Virginia admonition,—­

    “Ole folks, ole folks, you better go to bed,
    You only put the mischief in the young folks’ head.”

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AUTUMN SONG.

    In Spring the Poet is glad,
      And in Summer the Poet is gay;
    But in Autumn the Poet is sad,
      And has something sad to say: 

    For the wind moans in the wood,
      And the leaf drops from the tree;
    And the cold rain falls on the graves of the good,
      And the cold mist comes up from the sea: 

    And the Autumn songs of the Poet’s soul
      Are set to the passionate grief
    Of winds that sough and bells that toll
      The dirge of the falling leaf.

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THE FALL OF AUSTRIA.

The great characteristic of aristocracies, according to their admirers, is prudence; and even democrats do not deny the soundness of the claim thus put forward in their behalf.  They are cautious, and if they seldom accomplish anything brilliant, neither do they put everything to hazard.  If they gain slowly, they keep long what they have.  Did not Venice endure so long that, when she perished as a nation, within living memory, she was the oldest of great communities?  And was she not the most perfect of all aristocratically governed nations?  Was she not the admiration of those English republicans of the seventeenth century whose names are held in the highest honor wherever freedom is worshipped?  Aristocracies have their faults, but they outlast every other kind of government, and therefore are objects of reverence to all who love order.  The Roman Republic was aristocratical in its polity, and all that is great in Roman history is due to the ascendency of the Senate in the government; and when the Forum populace began to show its power, the decay of the commonwealth commenced, and did not cease till despotism was established,—­the natural effect of the resistance of the many to the government of the few