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31W OULUAR2 5U DAY. JUNl 7. 15S. I(Rs the at-lle World.l NELLIE. NETTERVILLE; ONE OF THE. $S ED. "8say no-more, d p omore; trust me I have not ea for the first time to what straits the sad necessity of these days of woe, may bring us. hAnd, therefore, taWohome too ti poor hut, bqt more especially to those who, for honor and for conscience' sake have laid down wealth and power elq ewere, I havte ju Qpn word-one gratinl bud that is d tte e; of a nfz t auusnd weleomes." "A t housand weleomes !" re b avuiering votci close to fle ge elbrsow. He turned and looked fort tlet time stealaty t Lordo Neter ewhose presenee upto'that moment he had been barelyy ý -a#aI@o .The old man had rirenointi iotat il, 4id smnlln and was doing 4M-aiql of a home, of howeer humnble=-lse wasyt the undoubted " Our house' is r, -sir," he went on, s" once, indeed, we oested of a better; but let that- pass. Such as it is-such as our enemies have made it-you may reckon assuredly upon meeting an Irish welcome [ in it." "Sir," whispered Nellie, through her tears, iaring lest the stranger might break in too rudely on the old man's delusion; " he is old--e has been ill-he fancies he has reached his home; you must excuse him." - The unknown turned his eyes upon the girl with a look so fall of reverent sym pathy, that it went straight to her heart, J never afterward to be effaced from thence. a She felt that her grandfather would be safe a in such kindly hands, and was turning a quietly away whenILord Netterville, still enacting his fancied chitactefrof host, threw t a handful of dry wood upon the fire, and' a the blaze that instantly ensued fell full upon I his features, which had hitherto been barely visible in the gloom. The stranger 3 started violently. - " Good God!" he cried, in a tone of irre- j pressible astonishment. "Is it possible d that I see Lord Netterville, and in such a c •plight?" d 11 You know my grandfather, then t" cried r Nellie joyously, feeling as if the stranger a must have been sent by Providence-espe- g eialy to help her in' the hour of her utmost need. " You know my grandfather ?" d "I ought, at any rate," he answered, with w a sad smile, as he took Lord Netterville's e proffered hand. "'Fr we fought together o: - and were beaten at Kilrush ; my firt battle ai and as I suppose, his last." i' "Ha!" cried the old man, " Kilrush! ti Kilrusb ! who speaks to me of Kilrusht a Were you there, sir? Time must have a played sad tricks upon my memory then, y for truth to say, I do not recognize youn." e ' Nay, my good lord," said the stranger p1 soothingly, "it would be stranger dtill if you had done so, for I was but a beardless L boy in those days. Neverthelesa I remem- d, ' ber you, Lord Netterville, and surely you oi cannot have altogether forgotten the cheer - we gave when you, a tried and veteran ii soldier, rode up to serve with us as a vol- v unteer in the regiment of your gallant son." N "I remember! I remember !' cried the tl old man eagerly. "It was a bright and e glorious morning-and we charged them n gallantly-a bright and glorious morning, a but withi a sad and bloody ending. Alas ! g - alas!" h,- added, his voice falling suddenly t, from its trumpet-like tone of exultation to n .---' an old man's wail of sorrow. "Alas ! alas ! v how mtany of the best and-blravest that we y had among us lay" dead and trampled in ti the dust, as we withdrew from that fatal pi field! I He bowed his head upon his breast, and ri remained for a little while absorbed in w thought, and Nellie took advantage of the t pause to say : a "You knew my fiather, sir! You must 4' have known him if you were near Lord Nettervilleoat Kilrush ; for father and son( charged side by side, and were seldom, as I have since been told, ten minutes out of I each other's sight during the whole of that 1 bloody battle. I "Knebloodyb u father; yes, dear lady--if f your fatter was, as I suppose, Colonel Net terville--I knew him well. Hle was the bosoms. friund of nly unlce and nialnesake, t Roge' Modre of Leix, who placed rme In his regiment whem I joined the Irish army." "Roger Moore of Liex,"' cried Nellie, mi -flash of enthusiasmn lighting up her facee; " Roger Moore-the brave-the gifted-the a firstleaderin a noble cause, whose.very namle was a battle-cry, and whose followers rushed I into flghtshoutin for 'tod--our Lady--ri d Roger Moore!' Yes, yes; he was my lather's t friend. I remember eve-n whemn I was a child, how he used to talk about him. And yo'a, she added, with a sudden chanlge of voice and manner, and placinig both her hands in his, 'you, then, are that Roger Moore, the younger, ill whose larmsl mny poor "At the battle of Beuburb,'" said Muor, in a low voice " a glorious battle- -wiili foughtand well won, and yet forever to ,be regretted, for the loss of one of Ireland's bravest and most faithful soldiers." "Grandfather," cried Nellie, suddenly withdrawing her hands from Roger, aid blushing mearlet at thie inadvertenci' of her own action which had placed them iii his, Uthis is Captain Moore, who burn' my wounded father out of the press of hIatlle, and to whom we are indebted for- that last and loving tarewelk'which he sent to us ini But instead of replying with an eagerness corsesponding to her own, Lord Netterville gazed vacantly upon thie stranger, evidently without the slightest recollection of his name or person, and relpeated, in a low me chanical voice, his previously muttered welcome. " He does not remember!" said Roger. "Alas I alas! for that bright intellect, once loudless as a summer's noon!" "Bush, hush!" whispered collction 'isfegbza_ _ n tsfor he oked on son, sir 7-you knew mn !f! , you are very welcome S a ,and fought for his king try-fo t aaUll-on the il1 the feld of e name-which I thoughi never to forget-has almost escaped me. "$nbpubh," Roger ventured to inter 4 pose. I "Benburb Av I Benburb !-my a sir; but I have , we rode too f t Sfaint." I r' He tried Uto'raw back from the fire asa he pt spoke, but he totted, nd-would have Sfallen if Roger ' n. otTdi ca lt tlilLn the arm, and made him sit down upon the m-settle. o " He is faintfor want of food," said Nellie d hastily; " we have been wandering allaly Samong the hill and he has not broken hi saint cLue morning 1." - d Jloger did not answer, but signing to he= d to a rtsuo.,r - ~irl l, went a sig tosta .erany ala wall of the han, -mddzstaew e t a "bttle d of strong cordi . Pondu a littlof - thi into a broken, mug, he dide the old man i, swallow it, and then stood beside him an: t iously Vatohing the result. Happily it was r favorable-in a few minutes Lord Netter a ville revived, the color returned to his wan a cheek, and turnia- to Nellie, he asked-her in a half-whisper, if spperwould soon be r ready " Shyly, andblushing scalet, Nellie nodded an affirmative, and forge ttlll her previous shame, in anxiety for her grandfather she. Was about to resume her office as cook, wheb, with a half-mile on his fase,-oger Moore put her quietly aide. S"Nay, istress Netteiville, remember that I am master hBre, and that I forbid you to lay hands upon that fish t I have always been cook in my own proper per-' son to the establishment,' and. I cannot allow you to supersede me in the oncb." " Forgive me !" said Nellie, tearsstarting to her eyes, mid half fancying in her confa I sion that he was angry in earnest. " I could not help it, for he wt starving." "Do not misunderstand me, I entreat yoi," said Roger, in a voice of deep and real feeliqg; " I should be a- brute if I ob jected to anything you have or could have done; I only meant that I objected to your continuing in that office; for so long as the daughter of my old colonel is under.-my roof, (even though it be but a poor mud sheeling,) she shall do no work, with my good-wl, unfit for the hands of aprincess. He busied himself ile speaking in drawing forth, -fronal t same recess in which he had found Ub cordial, some thin oaten cakes, a few wooden platters, and one or two knives and espoons of such mas sive silver, that Nellie could not help think ing they were as much out of keeping with the rest of the furniture as Roger himself appeared to be with the hut, of which he was doing the honors in such simple and yet such courtly fashion. He would not even let her hold the platter iupon which he placed the fish as he took it from the em bers, and he himself then brought it to Lord Netterville, and pressed him, as ten derly as if he had been a child, to partake of this impromptu supper. The old man yielded, nothing loath, and so, inde__, did his grandchild; for, though very fair to look at, no goddess was poor Nellie, but a young and growing girl with the healthy appetite of sixteen. She ac cepted, therefore, Roger's invitation with ,out the smallest affectation of reluctance, anIl sitting down on the floor beside her grandfather, shared the contentsof his plat ter with innocent and undisguised enjoy nunt. With all her sense and courage, she was as yet in many tliings a perfeet child, yielding as easily as a child might do to the first ray of sunshine that brightened on her path, and accepting the happiness of the present moment as unrestrainedly as if never even 'suspecting the shadows that were lurking in her future. Now, therefore, that she felt her grandfather was in safe and helpful keeping, she threw off the sense of responsibility which had weighed her down for months, and became almost gay. Color rose to her wasted cheek, light sparkled in her eyes, and she responded to Roger's efforts to make her feel comfortable and at home, with such innocent and un bounded faith in his wish and power to be friend them,,4hat he vowed an inward vow never to forsake her, but to guard her, as if she had been in very deed his sister, through the trials and dangers of her un protected exile. When their meal was over and while her grandfather slumbered in the quiet warnntlh of the peat-fire, she told Roger Moore her story, simply and briefly as she mlight have told it to a brother, be ginning at her departure from her ancestral I home, and ending with her encounter I with the English strangers among the mountains. " it is Maiior Hewitson," said Roger, "in lwhose favorl I have been despoiled of my Sold home. Major Hiewiteon and his pretty r daughter ' Riuth,' as he chooses to call her, ir in order to blot out the fact that her name ris Henrietta, and that she had a popish queen for her godmother. She forgets it not herself, however," he added with a smnnile; " for her mother was of noblte-race and they say that she is a true cavalier at Sheart, and pines like a caged bird in tilhe net work of demurefanaticism which her y fatl-her i n n around her." " ' Shm hins a lovtelyj-ce and a kind and *rI honrt I;art, tfor certain," said Nellie'; a, ' sie kiOws vo aloe, now I thinik of it y ftr sIhe it wias who di-rected mnne to this huit, with a hint that I shonld here find n friend.:" "t ")Did sine !" said Ioger, with genuine fer invor. "Nay, thrle, to that one good deed [ needs mast pardon -her, that she, or her l~atther for her, have rnhbedanen of my inheri e taclee. And-notwpl think of it," he added, Swith a toueach of sly mnalice in hIis smile, S"' you also, if you came hIither to seek land, m- (mst hlav e ,1E.: -1 und oln tinemnune n-rrand and ' Ltmbhalt ioghtragh,' is the country of r. the O'Mailly's, and, in right of my grand Smother, my own." Nellie bluled scarlet. ' Alas !" she said, not the sure I, , r said o "fdld indeed that was to you I had Scompeledto- -yield it! In spite of that s. fact y shoald have had, Ipromise you, ta t\gyt lAuro now I must' d oe -bulltg, you must .t know, not rlly my home. It is but-a tempo refuge, of, which I have two or -three along coast; forI have fought battles eno st England ne pfangld have deerv&d t o her hands. M pone too safe a _e on ast, and now yonder gray-ha.red i i who would ask e -nothin be thanZto. seai is title in my e blood, ja t on of 'those lands, it T ieof ours t fhan eovitir sK it S a t homs, however, is on d, acig ths b. t, s side,. and e . , the ewa dcaP tLt onthe other. Spooir eo God knows, yet capableof s givtaj better fcomi~odation than such ut as this is. 'Will you and your gran: r father be content to share it with me" , t Tears shed 'into the dark eyes o0 a Nellie. . .r .a Providence is good," she answered a simply--" Providence is very good, and gives us 'friends. when we least expect them." a" Well, then, it is a bargain," cried Roger gayly; "and now, Mistress Nettervile, Come and see the.craft in which you will r have to make the voyage. fTo be Continued.J ! CATlgPOaM sCA nns A correspondent of the New York 2ass., traveling in California, furnishes some graphic sketches, a few of which we sub join : Ax laIms GExcs.-The genius of this valley, and the spirit of the towh, is an Irishman named MLaugblin, who squeezed in hereoa few years ago. He has dommore to urge the place forward and infqseein dustry than all the rest of the people put together., Speaking of McLaughlin, there is a very clever anecdote told at his ex penes. It seems that a friend, on a visit, afer discovering that the element Mehicano predominated, accosted Mack with "I say, my Miend, are there any Asseriaas in this place'" 1Divil a soul," answered Mack, P"except Big Dutch Sam and myself." Mr. McLaughlin came to this place as an ostler three or four years ago; but is now the thriftiest perso in San Juan valley. He has ane:ge farm, upon which he raised' large crops of corn and wheat last year. He is the postmaster, and proprietor of the hotel, and gives you a nice little meal (a little too frugal) and a clean place in the yard to sleep in. This is what an American (born in Ireland) can do in i~broken-down Mexican pueblo, THE OLD MISSION xCHURC.-I have just paid a visit to the old Mission .h-.i one of the most interesting ediSs, r ae riors an edifice, in Southern Calfornina This mission was called San-'Juan Capistrano and peipetuates the memory of an old Franciscan friar of eminence, named San Juan, who was born in Capistrano, Naples, and was at first educated for a lawyer. This profession being distasteful to him, he joined the order of St. Francis, and in a short time became a very holy man, and died a great number of years ago, leaving none to succeed him in virtue, genius, and profound wisdom and education.. This site was selected in 1776, by Padre Gorgonio. The buildings were a long time in process of erection, during which time Padres Amunio and Mugartegin were the officiating friars, and were not completed until a short time before the de struction of the church by an earthquake, which occurred precisely at seven o clock, Sunday morning, December 8, 1823, killing thirty-nine persons. I learn from Father 1 Mut, who is -located here at present, and 1 who gets his information from old records; which he read to me in Spanish, that not- 1 withstanding the impression that the earth quake that destroyed this church was a terrific one, such is not the case. It seems 4 that the church, when finished, was sur mounted by a huge tower, which when completed, not only leaned from perpen- 1 dicular, but was pronounced dangerous and unworkmanlike. The earthquake itself destroyed nothing eglse in town, and nothing about the church except the tower, which, receiving thevilbration, toppled over, and falling, broke in two, one part crushing in 1 the roof, and the other dropping on the outside into the streEt A' glance at the 1 ruins proves this to have been the case. This was one of the noblest edifices reared by these California padres. It was built of f lime and stone, and was one hundred and fifty "feet in length, one hundred in width, and had corridors two hundred feet long. The interior of the cathedral was very 1 spacious, and was nearly eighty feet from 4 pit to dome. The walls are of great strength and are still starding.' They arc four feet in thickness and tenacious as concrete. The corridors are in an excellent state of preservation, and so is a great portion of the furniture, which has been in use nearly a hundred years. ' Father Mut occupies two ooms, and the rest are appropriated for educational and devotional purposes. He 1 is :a young priest, born an educated in Spain. We managed to converse together notwithstanding his bad English and my 1 ditto Castilian. This church is owned by 4 thu Roman Catholic diocese. Father Muit, hltides ofticiatinig as priCest, teaches the -'11'hool, and otherwise devotes hIis tim, to I:bor,. and lives ulpn the hosplitality oft the 1 "'ple, receiving no remuneration from the ldicese. The last padres connected with this mission during its Franciscan days n ere Francisco Sunea and Jose Blarronna. Thrce are two beaitiful gardens connected nithl thismiissioi, containing nearly three hundlred olive trees, all in spletdid bcearing We should forget that there was iny such thing as sutfering in the world, were - we not occasionally reminded of it through our own. w be Adltent-tfor y theymworld !-bat.I fond of- . be upon the groun heir beig nt noisy, but no such arguments canbe against my favorites : the more you them, the tamer,- the more content,, Umore charming do they grow. As noee, they don't know how to make it. know therej a misund this t in . Batton u-t di Jurterw nthe explana hs wfoll It requires a to unate t ske inelllble. Suppose .you .ery much esre to visit a fien ; a female friend; a:lovely crature to whom .you were payiig jour addresses only iann''. iia~a- f M.wwicih you could not blow down like the Clerkenwell wall, because .7o,4,ot the Fenian careless mees , f resl-lnfervened between you and the]looved ob et. Well that ia-er actly the'Zase with the poor m ~lned pus es. "Come over the war (feline fr wqll, just at it is Sctch. for waome,) " the the wur ries the im prlsone pues ".*b don't .gu come over the waur?, ".p. kes, spikes," cries Tom, en S nnature -of ;the -obslnetion, whereas all It " swearing." Now, a cat is incapable f an oath. But the fact is, there are so ma" false accusations brought against cats, scrcely know although prepared'at all po t-where to begin my defense of them. Th r foes are legion, be ginning with the Bri boy, and not end mg.wish his grandmot .. Their friends are so cowed and dishe ed by the num ber of assailants, that they often silent when it behooves them to`.ti their good woul. When I saw advertisedthother day the "Book of Cats," by C. H. my heart leaped within me, and I " sacred mewsl" I-thought that Mr. whose sketches have so much real hum in them that genteel folks are united in calling them vulgar would do this noble subject justice-would give us a monograph on cats that .would put them -right with the public at large. The illustrations of the volume are, of course, excellent, but I am far front satisfited with the literary matter. Half the book is devoted to the shocking scandals that have been circulated about cats, and repeat them, even'for the purpose of retf tation is not the part ofta friend. Onebhap ter is Leaded: "Ofsome wicked stories that have been told about cats," and indeed they are most injurious and scurrilous. I shall not of course, defile my pages as Mr. Rose has done his by quoting any one of them. But what is worse, he has introduced stories'of his own, which do not appear to me to be altogether in favor of hisi lients. Perhaps, being so fond of ajoke, he can't resist mak ing one even at the expense of those whose virtues it is his object to set before an un appreciating world; but that's very wrong. "Do you-know why cats always wash them selves after a meal " says he. "A cat canght a sparrow, and was about to devour it. Wohen the sarrow said :' No gentleman eats till he has first washed his fice.' ThA i catstruck with this remark set the sparrow down, and began to w.i..his-hee' with his paw; but the sparrow flew away. This vexed pussy extremely, and he said : 'As long as I live I will eat first and wash m face afterwards.' Which all cats do even to this day." Now, I do not believe a word of this story; cats are naturally clean, and wash their faces at all times. I also object to the word "devour." We don't say of any gentleman that he devours partridges or even larks. The whole narration of Mr. Ross exhibits an irreverent spirit. Agin there is -an endeavor in this ill-judged boo to show that a cat is superior to a dog. " The lashed hound crawls back and lic the boot that kicked him. Pussy will not s do that. (I should rather think not.) If you want to be friendly (and who does not?) with a cat on Tuesday, you must not Ikick him on Monday. This really human way of behaving makes pussy unpopular." Y ep; but only with tyrants. I dare say there are some bigoted persons, who object to cats i because they are not among the animals mentioned in the Scriptures. But it is sure- t ly not worth while to allude to such people or their prejudices. I dare say Mr. Ross t means no harm i but it is not judicious to assist in circulating ridiculous stories about t these charming tures; such, for in- i stance, asis told of the grammatical child. 1 who had to decline (which nobody should wish to do, by-the-bye) Cat, and when he l came to the vocative, said: "O Cat!" in s spite of being reminded that if he addressed c the animal he should say " ussy." And n again, here is an unseemly jest. "During s the process of the late American war, I was sitting one day in the office of Able & Co.'s wharf-boat at Cairo, Illinois. At that time A a tax was collected on all goods shipped q South by private parties, and it was noces sary that duplicate invoices of shipments should be fuuished to the collector before f the permits could be issued. The igborance t of this fact in many shippers frequently f caused them much annoyance, and invoices were ofttimes made out with great haste, d in order to insure shipment by boats on the f eve of departure. A antler with a lot of a stores had made out a hasty list of his stock, I and gave it to one of the youngest clerks on- a the boat to copy in duA-form. The boy a worked away down the list; but suddenly a he stopped, and electrified the whole office o by exlaiming, in a voice of undisgnised d amazement: ' What the dickens is that fel- I low going to do with four boxes of Tom- h cats ?' An incredulous laugh from the other 0 clerks was the reply; but thie boy pointed t triumlmhamntly to tihe list, exclaiming, 'That's 0 w:rat it is, T-a-.f, Tom, C-A-T-r, Cats--Tomn- i cats. if I know how to read.' The entrance of the sutler at that monment explained the mystery. 'Why, you stupid fellow,' said ti hoe that means four boxes Tomato Cateup. 1 I)on't you understand abbreviations 1t' b There is nothing very obljectionable in the F above commercial incident; but I should a like to :ti Mr. Ross, upon his honor, whethler b hIe thirnks thle following narration calculated ti to breed a respect for cats or otherwise. It f( is tlhe story of a cat in thIe cellar, whose age d -his very name tasa Senior--one would h have hoped, would have protected him from e such ridiculots experiments. "Senior had tl the rare talent of beg able ,r 1attl of ohampagne from one end oft tellar to the other-.perhaps a distance of a hundred and et. Thus far the-matter is to credit, for I know. of many human Who cannot carry a bottle of obam listen.) The performance bat !) was maned hi and -loving p *d not mean to having gained you ' kindg hieback, member rm the ground-his fo fsr the , ready to ath h reach. Yo h eimd the bottle of wine, which pussy clutched with a kind of de p grp. Then, by means of the afore s*tail, you cemad all, from oue part of el- a o ofon with anim anera r e-o -a fiend with ahboer ins, he used to best ' p to. pirtues, as ra and Cowper. It is no slt wonder, sely that men of genius, with aympast far gal good, shouldhave eulogized one of the most attractive forms of it, namely, ats. Mr. Ross, indeed, contributes ua wý- l bllad on this subject, illustrative of acuios le gend, but it is doubtful w t though narrating a hideous masi m t ay be turined into kidioulebyts vapi and ukfeeling. It eoneerns a srtTai i Cat, the companion and riendof use Widow Tomklna, but whom she le locoked "pin her room, without either milk or mice: Poor Thomas, soon as-dayllght, came, walked up and down the floor, And heard the dogs'-meat wmman ry " Cats' meat" at the door; - withhinger he got fairly wild, though forsierly Another day passed slowly, another just the same. Witth ungr he. so hungry was, it did so strong That, ýtiough very loath, lie was obliged to This whetted quite his appetite, and though his stamp was sore, Iwe next day he was tempted (sad) to eat a little more., To make his life the longer then, he made his body shorter, And one after the other attacked each hinder quarter. He walked about on two forelegs-alas ! with out beholders, Till more and more by hungerpressed he dined on both his shoulders. Next day he found (the cannibal!) to eating more a check, Although he tried and did reach all he could reach of his neck; But as he could not bite his ear, allmournfnly he cried Towards the door he turned his eyes, cocked up his nose and died. The widow did at last return, and, oh, how she did stare! She guessed the tale as soon as she saw Tom's head lying there. With grief sixcerely heartfelt she owned his fate a hard 'en, • And buried it beneath an apple-treejust down her garden. To mark what strange effects from little causes will appear The fruit this said tree was changed, and str.ngly too, next year. The neighbors say ('tis truth, for they are folks who go to chapels) This cat's head was the sole first cause of all the cats'-head apples !-Chakser's Joutral. SCRIrPuRE TEXfS Vs. CROSSzs.-The liberality of English officials may some -times be better judged by contrast than in any other way. A specimen, occurring inna work-house, is given below: In consequence of a resolution come to some weeks ago by the Board of Guardians of the Fylee Union to sanction the placing of Scriptuie texts in the infirmary wards of Kirkham workhouse, Mr. Cookson, aRoman Catholic member, .proposed, at the last meeting of the board, that the priest in at tendance on the Catholic poor, be allowed to ple crucifixes and whatever be debmned consolato to the sick, around.the beds of the Catholic inmates. This privilegei'r. Cookson, who had strenuously 6pposed the introduction of the texts contended woald be only placing the Roman Catholics on a level with the Protestants. After aa long and acrimonious discussion, in the course of which a strong "No Popery" feeling was manifested, the resolution was negatived by an overwhelming majority. W-EALTH OF THE IRISH PROTESTANT HIER ARCHu.-The agitation of the Irish Church question develops cnrious facts, showing the enormity of the iniquity by which pro fessed 'Christians have, for ages, crushed tne people of Ireland. Among them we find : Tlhat the twenty Irish bishops who have died since 1822 left assets amouliting to £-861,859, or an average of £43,000 to each see. This sum doesnot include any real property the deceased may have purchased, nor any settlementes he may have made on any members of his family or any stock he may have transferred to avoid legacy duty or possibility to avoid the name of havin died too rich for the bishop of a poor church. In the period referred the diocese of Meath had four bishops, who left, unitedly £132, 000; Dublin two, leaving £85,900; Cashel two, leaving £135,000; Arnmagh two, £9Ey5, 000; Tunm two, £100,167. Yea, verily, it is a good thing to be a bishol. I)on't fret. It does no good-Lon the con trary, much harm. It- rulHes the temper. Ruffled dresses may be stylish just now but ruffled tempers hIave not "conme in" yet. 'rettind makes people lose their balance; and y'ot do not wa|nt to lose your balance, because you might not find it again. Fret ting is a folly, and you do n,,t wvant to be a rool. - A fretter has eve'ribod1 " cold shoul der, wlhich is qluite too many by more than half. One may do for a lunclh, but several mverybodys would be quite too much for the hungriest meal. Don't firet.