de the world?"

He took the chalk, and wrote underneath the words:

"In the beginning GOD created the heavens and the earth."

The clergyman then inquired, in a similar manner

"Why did JESUS CHRIST come into the world?"

A smile of gratitude rested upon the countenance of the little fellow, as
he wrote:

"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that JESUS
CHRIST came into the world to save sinners."

A third question was then proposed, evidently adapted to call the most
powerful feelings into exercise:

"Why were _you_ born deaf and dumb, when _I_ can both hear and speak?"

"Never," said an eye-witness, "shall I forget the look of resignation
which sat upon his countenance, when he again took the chalk and wrote:

"_Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight!_"

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We find a piece of poetry in the "Drawer," entitled "_The Husband's
Complaint_," and we quote a few stanzas from it to show, that there are
elsewhere, sympathizers with all those unfortunate husbands, victims to
German worsted, who are compelled to see pink dogs with green eyes
gradually growing before them every day, or untamed African lions in buff,
with vermilion eyeballs, glaring from the frame upon them.

"I hate the name of German wool,
In all its colors bright,
Of chairs and stools in fancy-work,
I hate the very sight!
The rugs and slippers that I've seen,
The ottomans and bags,
Sooner than wear a stitch on me,
I'd walk the streets in rags!"

"I've heard of wives too musical,
Too talkative, or quiet;
Of scolding or of gaming wives,
And those too fond of riot;
But yet, of all the errors known,
Which to the women fall,
Forever doing "fancy-work,"
I think exceeds them all!

"The other day, when I came home,
No dinner was for me;
I asked my wife the reason why,
And she said "One, two, three!"
I told her I was hungry,
And I stamped upon the floor,
She never looked at me, but said,
"I want one dark-green more!"

"Of course she makes me angry,
But she doesn't care for that;
But chatters while I talk to her,
"One white and then a black;
One green, and then a purple,
(Just hold your tongue, my dear,
You really do annoy me so),
I've made a wrong stitch here!"

"And as for confidential