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Moon's Place. / CEE home and got the skin of a bear which I had killed some time before, and having supplied myself) down in a place where hogs use, that they would never show their snouts there again. I went I heard him make the remark, that if a foot, or an ear, or even a small piece of bear-skin was thrown) him several times, but could get no relief, when, being at old Erasmus Tulpepper's house one day, My crop was too small to feed my own family and John Champion's hogs, too; so I complained to overbearing man too, was not particular whether his stock broke into other people's fields or not.) gang of' hogs, and feeling a little above his neighbors on account of his wealth, and being rather an Slowing recipe for getting rid of one's neighbor's hogs.
those days. My nearest neighbor, John Champion, being better off than the rest of us, had a nice /ted a few acres in corn and cotton, besides a small potato patch, and bit of garden, as was usual in?
About the year 1830, I settled at the Lower Peach Tree, in Wilcox County, Alabama, and cultiva-
enemies speak neither good nor evil.
MAXIMS.-Never believe that which seems improbable. Never expose your disappointment to
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"With regard to the Venitian women, every one must remember in the Venitian pictures not) THE VENITIAN WOMEN AND THEIR HAIR.—Mrs. Jameson, in her late agreeable work called
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the natural color by first washing their tresses in some chemical preparation, and then exposing Sthe fashion, and the paler the tint the more admired. The women had a method of discharging) Sartificial-the color, not the hair. In the days of the elder Palma and Giorgione, yellow hair was
of hair, the true 'biondina' tint, could have been always natural ? On the contrary, it was oftener Stwisted heaps. I have sometimes heard it asked with wonder whether those pale, golden masses have seen the peasants in Lombardy carrying over their arms, or on their heads in great, shining, shade of auburn to a sort of yellow, flaxen hue, or rather not flaxen, but like raw silk, such as we) only the peculiar luxuriance, but the peculiar color of the hair, of every golden tint from rich full) Memoirs and Essays, speaking of the Venitian women, says:
and sore throat, too." Soil or gas-tar, or any other oil, and produces a brilliant white light, <from water. He charges the hydrogen from aqueous vapor strongly with carbonaceous vapor from
M. Jobbard, a French chemist, has discovered a method of producing gas for illumination “It's no matter," retorted the shrewd urchin, “ I've got 'em--but they don't hurt me!"
“Have you, my dear?" asked the mother, "well, you shall have medicine." ? “Mother," said a little boy in our presence the other day, “ I've got such a bad head-ache
than this, unless it be the contrivance of the women of Antigua to obtain a new natural complexion." > is a wonder; and truly, of all the multifarious freaks of fashion and vanity, know none more strange) while the face is completely shaded. How they contrived to escape a brain fever, or a coup de solid. hat, without a crown; the long hair is drawn over these wide brims and spread out in the sunshine. process : a lady is seated on the roof, or balcony on her house, wearing a sort of broad-brimmed)
Day of Month. I HOP round it with his neck, and pulling at one end while I held the other, and his continuation' twistwonderment, commenced frolicking with the long head on the spear of grass, taking a turn? and gave his tail a graceful wave, as much as to say, I appreciate the honor,' and, greatly to my? hand, which I poked out gently to scrape acquaintance. He ducked his head, arched his body. ber' shot and gleamed from its head like phosphorescent light. I had a spear of herds' grass in my was perfectly aware of my presence, looked me quietly in the face, while that forked little memstopped within a foot of me. Just from habit nothing else-I must own to being a bit startled. It but sarpents' in particular, when, with a rustle of the grass at my side, and a gliding motion, he tree, close to the edge of a cornfield, thinking of a great many fine things in general, and of anything (uating 'looking chap, of the common striped kind. I was sitting on a little hillock, under a pine
"Talking of snakes, reminds me of an adventure of mine yesterday, with a nice, smooth, insinA SNAKE STORY.--A correspondent of the New Hampshire Statesman tells the following story: