tavern I stop at, informed me that it can be distinctly heard through a smoked glass in his nativ town in New Hampshire; any clear day. But settin' the Grate Orgin aside (and indeed, I don't think I heard it mentioned all the time I was there), Boston is one of the grandest, sure-footedest, clear-headedest, comfortablest cities on the globe. Onlike ev'ry other large city I was ever in, the most of the hackmen don't seem to hav' bin speshully intended by natur for the Burglery perfession, and it's about the only large city I know of where you don't enjoy a brilliant opportunity of bein' swindled in sum way, from the Risin of the sun to the goin down thereof. There4 I say, loud and continnered applaus' for Boston!

DOMESTIC MATTERS.

Kiss the children for me.

What you tell me 'bout
When I sent 'em that

the Twins greeves me sorely. Toy Enjine I had not contempyulated that they would so fur forgit what was doo the dignity of our house as to squirt dish-water on the Incum Tax Collector. It is a disloyal act, and shows a prematoor leanin' tords cussedness that alarms me. I send to Amelia Ann, our oldest dawter, sum new music, viz. :—“ I am lonely sints My Mother-in-law Died"; "Dear Mother, What tho' the Hand that Spanked me in my

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Childhood's Hour is withered now?" &c. These song

writers, by the way, air doin' the Mother Bisiness rather too muchly.

Your Own Troo husban',

ARTEMUS WARD.

XI.

A MORMON ROMANCE.-REGINALD GLOVERSON.

CHAPTER I.

THE MORMON'S DEPARTURE.

THE morning on which Reginald Gloverson was to leave Great Salt Lake City with a mule-train, dawned beautifully.

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Reginald Gloverson was a young and thrifty Mormon, with an interesting family of twenty young and handsome wives. His unions had never been blessed with children. As often as once a he used to go to Omaha, in Nebraska, with a mule-train for goods; but although he had performed the rather perilous journey many times with entire safety, his heart was strangely sad on this particular morning, and filled with gloomy forebodings.

The time for his departure had arrived. The highspirited mules were at the door, impatiently champing their bits. The Mormon stood sadly among his

weeping wives.

"Dearest ones," he said, “I am singularly sad at heart, this morning; but do not let this depress you. The journey is a perilous one, but-pshaw! I have always come back safely heretofore, and why should I fear? Besides, I know that every night, as I lay down on the broad starlit prairie, your bright faces will come to me in my dreams, and make my slumbers sweet and gentle. You, Emily, with your mild blue eyes; and you, Henrietta, with your splendid black hair; and you, Nelly, with your hair so brightly, beautifully golden; and you, Mollie, with your cheeks so downy; and you, Betsy, with your wine-red lips —far more delicious, though, than any wine I ever tasted—and you, Maria, with your winsome voice; and you, Susan, with your--with your-that is to say, Susan, with your--and the other thirteen of you, each so good and beautiful, will come to me in sweet dreams, will you not, Dearestists ?"

"Our own," they lovingly chimed, "we will!" "And so farewell!" cried Reginald. "Come to my arms, my own!" he said, that is, as many of you as can do it conveniently at once, for I must eway.”

He folded several of them to his throbbing breast, and drove sadly away.

But he had not gone far when the trace of the

off-hind mule became unhitched. Dismounting, he essayed to adjust the trace; but ere he had fairly commenced the task, the mule, a singularly refractory animal-snorted wildly, and kicked Reginald frightfully in the stomach. He arose with difficulty, and tottered feebly towards his mother's house, which was near by, falling dead in her yard, with the remark, "Dear Mother, I've come home to die!"

"So I see," she said; "where's the mules?"

Alas! Reginald Gloverson could give no answer. In vain the heart-stricken mother threw herself upon his inanimate form, crying, "Oh, my son-my son ! only tell me where the mules are, and then you may die if you want to."

In vain-in vain! Reginald had passed on.

CHAPTER II.

FUNERAL TRAPPINGS.

THE mules were never found.

Reginald's heart-broken mother took the body home to her unfortunate son's widows. But before her arrival she indiscreetly sent a boy to Bust the news gently to the afflicted wives, which he did by informing them, in a hoarse whisper, that their "old man had gone in."