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jerked the reins pretty hard: have you got that deown?" "Yes; and I am impatiently waiting for more. wish you wouldn't bother me with so many foolish questions. Go on with your letter." "Well, the old mare wouldn't stir out of her tracks, and I hollered, 'Go 'long, you old jade! go 'long.

Have you got that deown?" "Yes, indeed, you pestersome fellow; go on." "And I licked her, and licked her, and licked her $ Each loss has its compensation, There are healings for every pain, But the bird with a broken pinion Never soars as high again.

An Unaccountable Knock.

OME years ago a gentleman removed into a new house with his family. Shortly after, he was aroused in the middle of night by a distinct knocking at his bed-room door. He called out, "Who [continuing to repeat these words as rapidly as pos- is there?" but there was no reply. After a few minsible]. "Hold on, there! I have written two pages of 'licked her,' and I want the rest of the letter." "Well, and she kicked, and she kicked, and she rapidity]. kicked-[continuing to repeat these words with great "Do go on with your letter; I have several pages of 'she kicked." [The Yankee clucks as in urging horses to move, and continues the clucking noise with rapid repetition for some time.] The scribe throws down his pen. "Write it deown! write it deown!" "I can't!" utes the knocking was repeated as distinctly as before. Again the question was asked, "Who is there?" and again no reply. The third knocking was very loud, and the irritated gentleman sprang out of bed and rushed to the door, determined to catch the knocker. But there was no one outside! and no one could have escaped down the staircase, which was a well staircase, and, moreover, was brilliantly lighted by the moon.

It did seem rather mysterious, and the bewildered man returned to bed with a beating heart and ears painfully awake. Again came the knocking, clear and distinct as before! Although feeling rather uneasy, the gentleman crept silently to the door, and lay down, with his head on the boards, a few feet from the door, to find out if possible from what part of the door the knocking proceeded. When it came again he could distinctly refer it to the lowest panel. Suddenly he opened the door, but again with no result. "You may use them in doing up your gape-seed. He discovered, however, the knuckle bone of a leg of "Well then, I won't pay you." [The scribe, gathering up his papers.] "What shall I do with all these sheets upon which I have written your nonsense?"

Good-by!"