w how one's
temper and good nature are put out, sir, by housekeeping; by the
impudence, awkwardness, and wasteful habits of servants, sir."

"Oh! yes, we do, Mrs. P.; we've had our experience," we replied.

"Well, sir," she continued, "I have suffered so in ordering, directing,
and watching these women and girls--had my feelings so outraged by them,
time and again, since we began housekeeping, that I vow I am out of all
manner of patience and charity for them. We have had occasion to change
our help so often, that I finally concluded to submit to the awkwardness
that cost us sets of china, dozens of glasses, stained carpets, soiled
paints, smeared walls, rugs upon the top of the piano, and the piano
cloths put down for rugs; Mr. P.'s best linen used for mops, and
puddings boiled in night-caps. But, sir, when this evening I found the
dough-tray filled with the chambermaid's old clothes, she wiping the
lamps with our linen napkins, and the cook washing out her stockings in
the dinner pot--I gave way to my angry passions, and cried with
vexation!"

And she really did cry, for female blood of Mrs. P.'s pilgrim stock,
couldn't stand that, nohow.

P. S.--Perriwinkle and lady sold off, and took rooms at the Tremont
House, in order to preserve their morals and money.

Miseries of a Dandy.

That poverty is at times very unhandy--yea, humiliating, we can bear
witness; but that any persons should make their poverty an everlasting
subject of shame and annoyance to themselves, is the most contemptible
nonsense we know of. During our junior days, while officiating as "shop
boy," behind a counter in a southern city, we used to derive some fun
from the man[oe]uvres of a dandy-jack of a fellow in the same
establishment. He was of the bullet-headed, pimpled and stubby-haired
_genus_, but dressed up to the _nines_; and had as much pride as two
half-Spanish counts or a peacock in a barnyard.

Charley was mostly engaged in the ware rooms, laboratory, etc., up
stairs. He would arrive about 7 A. M., arrayed in the costume of _the
latest style_, as he flaunted down Chestnut Street--by the way, it was a
long, idle tramp, out of his road to do so,--his hair all frizzled up,
hat shining and bright as a May morn, his dickey so stiff he could
hardly expectorate over his _goatee_, while his "stunnin'" scarf and
dashing pin stuck out to the admiration of Charley's extensive eyes, and
the astonishment of half the clerks and all the sho