of the rural press;” and even our dog stands by, with pendant tail, slowly dropping the lids over his great eyes; and then, jerking them suddenly up again, tries to look as if he were not sleepy in the least.  A pleasant smell of ploughed ground comes strong upon us.  The tinkle of ghostly cow-bells falls drowsily upon the ear.  Airy figures of phenomenal esculents float dreamily before our half-shut eyes, and vanish ere perfect vision can catch them.  About and above are the drone of bees, and the muffled thunder of milk streams shooting into the foaming pail.  The gabble of distant geese is faintly marked off by the bark of a distant dog.  The city with its noises sinks away from our feet as from one in a balloon, and our senses are steeped in country languor.  We slumber.

God bless the man who first invented the country newspaper!-though Sancho Panza blessed him once before.  Mendicity’s Mistake.

Your famishing beggar is a fish of as sorry aspect as may readily be scared up.  Generally speaking, he is repulsive as to hat, abhorrent as to vesture, squalid of boot, and in tout ensemble unseemly and atrocious.  His appeal for alms falls not more vexingly upon the ear than his offensive personality smites hard upon the eye.  The touching effectiveness of his tale is ever neutralized by the uncomeliness of his raiment and the inartistic besmirchedness of his countenance.  His pleading is like the pathos of some moving ballad from the lips of a negro minstrel; shut your eyes and it shall make you fumble in your pocket for your handkerchief; open them, and you would fain draw out a pistol instead.

It is to be wished that Poverty would garb his body in a clean skin, that Adversity would cultivate a taste for spotless linen, and that Beggary would address himself unto your pocket from beneath a downy hat.  However, we cannot hope to immediately impress these worthy mendicants with the advantage of devoting a portion of their gains to the purchase of purple and fine linen, instead of expending their all upon the pleasures of the table and riotous living; but our duty unto them remains.

The very least that one can do for the offensive needy is to direct them to the nearest clothier.  That, therefore, is the proper course.  Insects.

Every one has observed, a solitary ant breasting a current of his fellows as he retraces his steps to pack off something he has forgotten.  At each meeting with a neighbour there is a mutual pause, and the two confront each other for a moment, reaching out their delicate antenn‘, and making a critical examination of one another’s person.  This the little creature repeats with tireless persistence to the end of his journey.

As with the ant, so with the other insect-the sprightly “female of our species.”  It is really delightful to watch the fine frenzy of her lovely eye as she notes the approach of a woman more gorgeously arrayed than herself, or the triumphant contempt that settles about her lips at the advance of a poorly clad sister.  How contemplatively she lingers upon each detail of attire-with what keen penetration she takes in the general effect at a sweep!