She flies to meet him—­the transformed child!—­
Her heart keeps time to her ringing tread;
‘O father! he’s come!’ and she needs no more
To pinch her cheeks to make them red.

MARIE MIGNIONETTE.

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A friend who doth such things has kindly jotted down for us the following ‘authentics’: 

Sometimes I have thought that the reply our Irish girl gave the other day, was of the nature of her usual blunders, and again that it meant a good deal.  On her return from a funeral, where a man, who had previously lost his wife, had buried his only child, an infant a few weeks old, I asked her how the father appeared?

     ’Oh! he was a dale sorry; but I guess he’s glad to get rid of
     it!’

It was only a WAY he had.—­Whiggles, on being told that a boy down-town, only sixteen years old, weighed six hundred and fifty pounds, was further enlightened by the information that he weighed that amount of coal on a platform Fairbanks.

The Southern press has proposed that, even in case of defeat, the wealthy class shall retire to their plantations, ‘live comfortably’ on what they can raise, let cotton go for two years, and thereby starve Europe and the North into a conviction that Cotton is King.

But how will the poor whites of the South like this?  What is to become of them?  Or what, indeed, is to become of us, if no cotton be forthcoming?  The truth is, and every day makes it more apparent, the raising of cotton must pass into other hands.  The army has its rights—­the right to land-grants—­and the only effectual means of putting an end to our dependence on the South will be found in settling soldiers in the cotton country.  Texas would be, perhaps, best suited for the purpose, and other regions may be selected as opportunity may suggest.  With this course fully determined on, it would hardly be necessary to further agitate Emancipation, it would come of itself, and slave-labor would yield to the energy of the free Northern farmer.

Very little has been said as yet on this subject of properly rewarding our troops.  But it is destined to rise into becoming the great question of the day; and if the Democratic pro-slavery party sets itself in opposition to it, it will be ground to powder.  Events are tending to this issue with irresistible and tremendous power, and the days of planterdom are numbered.

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FOOTNOTES

[Footnote A:  This anecdote has frequently gone the rounds in an abbreviated form.  It may interest the reader to see it in authentic detail.]

[Footnote B:  Richmond Examiner.]