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'NEW YORK, Feb. 15th, 1871. Mucous-anm 85 00.: ’ - ~ Dear Sirs :wI accept the very liberal terms that you offer me for the examine use of my services; so, in the future, I shall write only for the “ SATUR- DAY Sun J OURNAL." . , The engagementgivss me‘ great pleasure, for my relations with your House have» alwa vs been very pleasant and very satisfactorg. Wis big you the success that I am sure your on eav‘ors deserve, ‘ I am, Yours respectfully, ’ I . ALBERT W. AIKEN. We therefore, have the pleaSure of announcing that THE POPULAR AUTHOR MR. ALBERT w. AIKEN, AUTHOR or The Wo'lfDemon, A Heart of Gold, The Witches ofNew York, The Scarlet Hand, The Heart of Fire. The White Witch, The Chevalier of Dark- The Red Coyote, I nose, The White Vtflture, The Ace of Spades, muglewood, . and other popular novelettes and plays, WRITES ill” FOR THE SATURDAY lflllllll-Al. There is but one Albert W. Aiken. We may add: the success of Mr. Aiken’s stories induced the publishers of the JOURNAL to outbid all competitors and make the author such an odor us would induce him to give up nearly all of his lucra- Itive Star Engagements as an Actor, and devote the best part of his time to his literary labors for us. And, we may still further add: Mr. Albert W. Aiken has no MSS. (mm on new) in the hands of any pub- lishers except those of the} SATURDAY JOURNAL. Foolscap Papers. ‘ The “Oracle” of the Month. MARCH. MARCH is the third month this year, and was named after Mars, the god of war. Who Mars was named after I am unable to say, probably after his father, hardlybefore; or may be after his youngest brother. March is purely the soldier’s month, and is a march of thirty-one days. 7 During this month there is always some- thing in the wind, which becomes very blustery; and chimneys take wings, and turn into flying bats ;‘ and bad signs are in the wind, too—-—that is, swinging signs which come down on your heads and make you scream “ ouch l” and you have more reasons for scratching your heads than you gener- ally have. March is popularly supposed to be the first month of spring, which it isn’t by any means, for if spring came out this month to scatter flowers as she is generally represent— ed, in light clothes, she would catch a cold that she would be obliged to take roasted onions and bathe her feet, and soak her head all summer.“ , , To sit all winter and wait for March seems very long, but March came rather suddenly for me this time, for I had some obligations to meet. (I have met those ob— ligations and they aremrenewed.) . By some inexplicable freak of nature you will find yourselves a year older‘than you were last March~unless you are old maids, and probably no better than you were then. This thought makes me feel as sober as a discomfited Shanghi rooster, eying a hole where a. worm went in, and I feel like ad- vertising for some lost opportunities with large rewards to the finder. ‘ “ Oh, ever than from childhood sour !" I was marricdin March! I had my fath- er’s consent and thirty cents. I have never celebrated my olden funeral. The feurth 0 July, according to published arrangement, will not occur during this month, as it would be very cxpcnswe to make the atmosphere sufficiently and patri- otically hot enough for the occasion. The moon will be the same that shone last month, though it will be a little older, and people who see it first with wishes, will find as many of their wishes come ,true as those of the last month did. “ V If the snowstill lingers in your latitudes, then it would be a good time now to dig for your plows and barrows, and get ready for your spring work. . Itcwould be a good time now to quit talk~ mg about your neighbors, and turn your at- , tention to something more profitable, if not so pleasant. ' Marriage knots which may be tied this month, whatever fortune may betido, or whatever paths may be teed, will prove hap- py ones—if the weather permits, and all ' . parties are satisfied; and old men born this month will live their lives if nothing hap~ pens. , ‘ ‘ _ watch the moon, and when it gets in the r1 ht quarter, begin to harvest your corns w th an apple-pearcr. If any of your nei hbors deserve kicking, - and you feel yourse capable of the under- takin , it now will be a good time to do it; but ’ your neighbor wants to kick you it is a cod time not to let him do it. _ f you has your corn and pull out the suckers the mt Part of this month, and harvest our winter wheat, you will be far ggead 0 your neighbors, as sure as you are _ m. * During these nights if you perceive the stars sweeping round the hedvens in circum- fluent, concentrated and highly-flavored tri— angular circles—each star seeming a comet, with a tail of tremen(s)dous Sizc~and you can’t individualizc yourself from a loose lampkpost, or can’t tell whether you have got the sidewalk down or the sidewalk has got you down, then it would be well for you ‘ fia‘oWfi 1’ cm. to remember that with your winter stimu— 1anis you had better begin to taper off With the season. 3 . Saint Patrick Murphy’s Day occurs on the 17th of this month- This - gentleman snatched all the fro out Of Ireland, except those in throats, antgis cept those privately kept in boots—the peo— ple had been, so constantly frightened by them-especially b the frogs. When he died he bequeathed, to them his name," and giey have made very good use of it to this ay. . On the Ides of March, Julius Gasser died of - too much perforation at the toe of Pom- pey’s statue, but I have no Ideon what day of the mouth it was. It happened while I ‘ was so young. If on thelglth of this month you climb upon the north-east corner of the wood- Shcd roof and say the alphabet forwards and backwards, and sideways, and then throw yourself off and break ,your neck, your feelings would be about the some as if it had he pened on any other day. . Tours, till the first of ‘ April, WASHINGTON VVHITnHORN. “T0 PARENTS AND GUARDIANS.”. ALLOW me to whisper a few words in your ears, and if the mirror is held up too closely to nature, do not lay the blame upon ‘ me, but rather upon my subject. What is the use of using so much. decep- tion with the children under your care? If you tell them you are going » to Whip them for some misdemeanor, why, in consciencc’ name, don’t you do it? It is a strange. threat to make, "I allow, but when it is made, it should not be broken. When your little folks. go astray, and you hold up the threat of a beating for a. punishment, it is, ten chances to one if you do not hear from the child of the period this reply: “You are only making believe; you have said so often before, but you’ve never done it.” When you hear a speech like that, you may have a. guilty feeling creep over you, and you will wonder if the child is not right, and whether you have not proved yourself a liar. Take my word for it, that child will never trust you again. Don’t tell" me that this is a trifling subject, and I am only wast- ing good stationery upon it, because it is not a trifling subject.‘ It should be one of the important questions of the day: Shall we let our youn people be brought up to doubt our war , or shall we not? Who can Wonder that some of our next genera- tion will grow up liars, when we set them the example ourselves? V - Mrs. Notoverparticular chimes in here, with the remark tho. “it is only a horrible bugbear to frighten children with.” Bugbears ! I hate them. I have seen too Amany nervous and easily-frightened young men and women to admire these animals. I have often wondered at their timidity, un— til I have traced out the causes. It has been brought on by their being bugbeareu in their youth. They were told that they mustn’t gr: down~cellar after dark, because a ghost always .was walking about there. What businss has a ghost in accllar at all ‘9 Another bugbear came in the shape of a man whoever hidgbehind a cloak which hungmn the wall, and who was sure to come down and carry them off, if they didn’t keep still in the evening, and let grandma. snooze. Their mothers used to tell them they must close up their eyes, and go to sleep just as soon as they got into bed, or the black men, who always smothers Wake ful children, would be after them. I tell you, these frightening bugbears leave a deep impression on the mind, especially of the young. . ‘ Read a ghost-story yourselfmsomething about a pair of skeleton hands drawing the curtains of the bed at midnight; will you not hate to have bedtime draw near, and when you have retired to rest, will not that story haunt you, and, as you cover up your head in the bedclOthes, won’t you almost pray for morning to come? I’ll warrant you’ll keep the light burning throughout the night. If thescthings affect you so deeply. what must be the effect upon the young? My advice is not to frighten children at all. Don’t sink your dignity so low as to make them mind by using falsehoods. It does you no good, and entails harm upon them in the future. I had my share of bug- bears when I wore «puntalets, and there’s a dark place under the stairs, at the old man- sion, which, even now, fills me with a feel- _ ing as though some one was “ walking'over my grave,” to pass it by. That dark place once held the arm of a murdered woman, who clutched little girls who cried to sit up. This story was told me by my nursery—maid, who wanted to have the nursery to herself, to receive her “ feller.” I used to love to ride on a hay—cart when- I was a school-girl, and heartin did I enjoy it, until I caught the driver kissing one of the girls. There was no more hay-cart for me. The driver declared to me there was a. man secreted in the hay, armed with a pitchfork, ready to impale all eavesdropping girls. I have hated haymrts ever, since, but I’ve got over my dislike to drivers. Now, what do you say to that, Mrs. N. ? We hear long discourses about Christian- ity, but do we stop to carry it into our households and remind us that it; is not very Christiarf-liketo whip our young people for fibbing, when we are the ones most instru- mental in their so doing ? \Ve can get along with them without lying, and it is our duty to do so. Grandma Lawless, after a hard day’s work, solemnly declared to me that she was dead with fatigue. So much faith had I in the dear old soul‘s word, that I asked her if she wanted to be buried in a casket or a cof- fin, and whether she desired us to wear whole mourning or only half. I even went so far as to tell her that I should be glad to cutu her old dress for dolls’ gowns, and flint should get a man to ‘preach her fu- neral semen who wouldn’t speak through his nose. Grandma laughed heartily, and, placing her hand on my youthful head, ex- claimcdu“ Eve, you have taught me a les— son, never to speak an untruth, even in o. jesting way.” - Grandma doesn’t til) now. Do you not , see the moral to this little incident, and also . EVE, LAWLESS. W merrier. ion norm. “ LET me write the songs of a nation and I care not who makes its laws," once said a popular author. And he was right. The memory of the poet will long outlive that 'of the lawgivcr. ‘ ’ - ‘ It has been the fashion from the day of Adam downward for the, so-called, “wise men,” to decry the‘taste of the people. The monk of ancient days despised the its application ? also all the snakes cx-- minstrel who tuned his lyre and, told of brave men and tender women—~of daring deeds and passionate love. The minstrel sung for the people. His theme was dear to their hearts. They open- ed their doors wide and hailed his approach with joy. ‘ _ The monk bent over his illumed manu— script and dreamed of other ages. He toiled not for the present but lived in the net. ' p In our own time‘this monk has dofl'ed his cowled robe, but still, in a sober garb—— black broadcloth—~conducts a. “first-class , magazine.” He is the exponent of Hi h Art. His ponderous pen makes and mum. es au— thors, painters, artists of all descriptions. He frowns; they tremble. He tells the world what is fit to be read and to see. But, does the world, obey? Not in the least. It still clings fondly to-the‘minstrel, who now, in the form of novelist, writing serials for the weekly newspapers, tells the same old, old love story that he sung to the music of the harp in the “ dark 3. es.” The High Art, ki gloved magazine, sneers at the popular authormdcclarcs that the love stories are silly, and laments the want of taste so apparent in the minds of the people. And when it does unbcnd so far as to publish a serial, the style of it is Wonderful. No passionate or tender love scencsethosc are “ common ;” the hero and heroine declare their passion by the rule of three, and discover that they love each other while puzzling over a difficult problem in mathematics. The characters are all robed in broadcloth and fine linen. Their gram- mar is pure, their action“pcrfect. No rom- mon pco '1e are allowed to figure in the high art novc The brave engineer who went undauntedly to his death,.with his hand on the throttle of his engine—who knowingly gave his own life that others might live; the draw-bridge tender ——the poor unlettcred Irishman, Who left his only boy strangling in the water and ran to hoist the red signal of danger that warned the approachino' train of the open drawbridge and thus saved a hundred lives at the expense of his son’s; and the erring woman, the outcast and the wanderer, sinking in the muddy tide of the Mississippi, with the glare of the burning steamer lighting up her face, who held up her babe to the rescuing boat and said, “Save my child firstl”--——a-ll these could never ap- pear in the pages of this high-toned au- thor. These acts of heroism, that stir the blood, thrill the heart and make one think better of his fellow—creatures, are too common-— too “sensational.” They would defile the high-art page. The “monk’s” magazine circulates from ten to sixty thousand per month. The “ minsircl’s” newspaper from thirty to three hundred thousand per mole. ' Which, then, is the teacher of the peo- ple? . Dickens, Scot, Bulwer, _Dumas, Cooper, Hawthorn}: and Mayne Reid, the master- writers, wrote of human nature as they found it in the world. Their characters, as often in rags as in broadcloth; their scenes in the low haunts of crime as well as in the. marble palace of society. ~ ' The people knew the pictures “they drew were true ones; hence their popularity. At present, as in the past, the minstrel is far more popular than the monk. W ALBERT w. AIKEN, now one of the most popular of living writers, writes only for the “Saturday Jour- nal." All attempts to make the pub- lic think that he writes for other journals are more “tricks of the trade ' to deceive the unwary. Be not deceived ! _ “ SMITHERS' IS EXCITED. I- AM pleased to learn that the SATURDAY JOURNAL can.“ appreciate talent, if it only comes from the brains of an humble show- man. side has been invaded upon. The grief of Mrs. Smithch is excessive, and in her an- guish she has used up two pocket—handker— chiefs to rub the pearly moisture from her eyes—in other words, tears. Mrs. Smithers is not becoming in tears, and besides .it is ruining to her handkerchicfs. I have told ' her so, and painful as it is to let the world know of the disagreements of married life, and drag them before the gaze of the public, I must cenfcss that Mrs. Smithch always will shed tears. She ever peels onions pre- vious to going before the audience to sing “ Why do I weep for thee ?” ' Nobody seems to know why she does, or cares to be informed on the subject. She was singing that some- what affectionate and affecting air one night, and had propounded the conundrum, when a wretch, wearing the garb of a man, ex- claimed that it was doubtless because I had beaten her, for imbibing too much of a non— tcmperance beverage. Mrs. Smithers so far forgot herself as a woman, and a showman’s wife, as to address the audience in a promis- cuous manner, and to say, “ As there is country clods, who can not-appreciate my vocalistic cii‘orts, I will endeavor to bring my songs down to the circumference of these who know not what is what.” ' She struck a bee-line off into “I can not sing the old songs,” when the wretch pre— viously mentioned before replied, “ Then, what in thunder makes you do it?” As I can not bear that the partner of my life, my bosom and myshow, should hear swearing, I led her from the hearing of it. , But I am digressiug. Miss Smithers, who is my daughter, moans by herself, as she very ungrammatically murmurs, “ I haven’t got but one handkercher, and I ain’t a-going to muss it up for nobody, not as I knows on. ’ , . .And why this sadness, why this Egyptian gloom, that lowers around our hemisphere ? as I remark while exhibiting the Tower of Babel—which docs duty for Bunker Hill Monument as well. The boy so. loved and revered by us all, Debility Joseph Smithers, is—wcll, where is be? We miss his genial face, his happy appetite, his winning, grin- ning smile, and we also miss the cash-box he took with him. How could he depart from the paths of mightness and honesty so far as to commit larceny, and bring the gray hairs in my wig in sorrow to the grave— yard ? I have since discovered. that Mrs. Smithch spilled sonic flour on that wig, be~’ fore I arose from my virtuous iron bedstead. You see, I desire to have the truth spoken at all times, even thou h I do lead the people into an error, when tell them the scene refprescnting Adam and Eve “in the garden 0 Eden, bargaining with Noah for a cheap passage in his Ark, was pained on the spot; t is on! a harmless joke, and the “ Surren- der of ornwallis” must be used in some The sweet serenity of our happy firc- _ manner. When I first learned that Debllity Joseph had fled, I felt as though something had disc reed with me, and when I learned that he filed taken the cash-box with him, my grief was excessive and knew no bounds. Yet, though my averdupois would not allow of my bounding, still I jumped up and down from sorrow. To the woman who callcth me husband, I rushed, and exclaimed in a voice of thun— der, “ My idol is shattered, my bright star hath fled l” She asked me if I was measur- ing myself for a lunatic asylum, or if I had thoughts of leaving her a w1dow, when black bembazine was so high ? She re— marked that if I had shattered any of the wax-figures, she should never speak to me again. I wished I had given the whacks to the wax-figures, much as I love to hear the gentle wind-mill accents of her who loves me for in self alone, and the money. our unparralle show makes for us. I explained matters. Mrs. S. commenced quoting poc— try in a most original style: “ I am all alone in my chamber now, And my heart is sad and rent, . For my hands and my 3 es are full as I think or my Debllity Josep , who went." Then she peeled a few onions, wept some spasmodic tears, andreat them. I have refer- ence to the onions. I took my pipe in my month, 5.11pr the wife of my bosom to pull off my boots, while our female offspring undid her back hair. We made. a. lovely domestic group. Should any photographer desire our ser- vices, we are ready to repeat the group, pro- vided he will publish the advertisement of our show On the back of each card. We agreed to advertise for the lost and strayed mutton—~13mb I should have said. Will you not print it, Mr. Editor, and thus aid at broken—hearted father? ‘ chility J oscph Smithcrs ! Should this meet either of your eyes, don’t Wink at it, but return (bringing that cash-box with you, as full as ’When you carried it away,)aud all shall be for- ottcn. Be a prodigal and return. ~We will kill the fatted old rooster—~thnt heirloom in our family for fourteen years. We are wretch- ed! Your mother and sister are distracted, while your father is anxious for the return of yourself, and that cash-box. Come home to your afflicted parents. SMITHEBS, Tm: Snowman N. B.-—Don’tforgct to bring the cosh-box.- S. T. S. CHARACTER IN THE VOICE- Did the reader ever think that, in the hu~ man voice, much of the character of the speaker could be discerned? It is true ; for before the eyes, lips, contour of features or motion of the head, and limbs, is the quality of the voice in the marking of character. It is the first thing that strikes us in a new acquaintance, and it is one of the most un- crring tests of breeding and education. There are voices which have a certain truth— ful ring about them—a certain something, unforced and spontaneous, that ‘no training can give. ' On the other hand there are voices which have the jar of falsehood in every tone, and that areas fullof warning as the croak of the raven, or the hiss of the serpent! These are in general the naturally hard voices, which make themselv‘cs caressing, thinking by that to appear ‘sympathetic; but the fun- damental quality strikes through the over- lay, and a person must be very dull, indeed, w 0 can not detect the pretense, in that slow, drawling, would—be affectionate voice, with its harsh undertone and sharpocccnt, whenever it forgets itself. We all know the effect, irritating or sooth~ ing, which certain voices have over us ; and we have all experienced that strange im- pulse of attraction or repulsion which comes from the sound of the voice alone. And, generally, if not absolutely always, the im- pulse is a true one, and any modification which increased knowled e may produce is never quite satisfactory. c all have our company voices, as we all have. our company . mannprs; and we at to know the company voices of our friends after slime, and to un- derstand them as we understand their best dresses. The person whose voice absolutely refuses to put itself into company—tone, stortlcs us as much as if he came to a. State dinner in a shooting—jacket. voice is only a little bit of finely, quite 1n its place if not carried into the home. The cultivationof the voice is an art, and ought to be made as much a matter of edu- cation as a good carriage or a legible hand- writing. We teach our children to sing, , but we never teach them to speak, beyond con'ccting a glaring piece of mispronuncia- tion or so, in consequence of which we have all sorts of odd voices among us—short, clping voices, like dogs; purring voices, ike cats ; croakiugs and lispings, and quack- ings and chatterings, a very menagerie, in fact, to be heard in a. room ten feet square, where a. little rational cultivation would have reduced the whole of that vocal chaos to order and harmony, and made what is now painful and distasteful, beautiful and seductive. ‘ TAKEsz In all the qualities which make up a CHOICE FAMILY and FIRESIDE WEEKLY, the SATURDAY JOURNAL indisputably excels. It is so varied in its interest— so rich in first—class contributions from real house- hold faavorites—so pronounced in its genersd excel- lence—so beautiful in paper, type, print and illustra- tion—ihat It is the Delight of All who are favored with its weekly visitatlous. It is to other professed family journals what cream is to milk—the very richness of current and popular lit- erature; audw therefore ought to be taken by all Families, apd be introduced to all Home Circles where amp 9. love for what‘is Entertaining as a. Traveled Guest in Romance and Story; in adventure by sea and land; in strange life episodes; in revelations of the society of great cities; in peculiar personal expe- riences; in narratives of fact of singular interest; in scientific data and novel discoveries; in graceful. genial essays on love, home and life-relations, etc. etc. and most especially in its rrqrism senor, mt m mu. moon ~in which quality it is, par excellence, the most en- joyable Weekly in America, having four celebrated wits and humorists constantly catering to its pages! Hence, in advising old readers and young to sub‘ scribe for the SATURDAY JOURNAL, we give them good counsel indeed, and for which they will, for each number issued, return a. Hearty Vote of Thanks. w See Terms and Rates as given in the Pub~ lishers‘ Notice heading this page. The company- ‘ Readers summers. To Conwmunmrs an Amos—No MSS. received mature not fully prepaid in postage—slim M88. preserved for future orders.~Unavailable M88. promptly returned only where stun _ accom~ pony t e inclosure, for such roturn.—-—Book as. post« age is two cents for every four ounces, or fraction thereof, but must be marked Boon Mes, and be sealed mun-op era with open end, In order to pass the mails at " oak rates. ‘——-No correspondence of an nature is permissible in a package. marked as “ ook MS."——MSS..which are im rl‘cct are not used or wanted. In all cases our c olce rests first u on merit or fitness; second, upon excellence of b S. as “copy;” third, length. 01' two MSS. of equal merit we always prefer the shorten—Never write on both sides of a sheet. Use Commercial Note size paper as most convenient'to editor and compositor, tearing off each page as it is written, and carefully giving it its folio or page number. rejection by no means implies a want of merit. Man MSS. unavailable to us are well worthy of use. ——A1 ex ericnccd and p0 ulsr writers will find us over rea y to give their 0 rings early attention.- Corres ondents must look to this column for all in- formation in regard to contributions. We can not write letters except in special cases. The several MSS. by J. G. 31.. we return—shoving enough of that class of matter on hand or provide . -—The MS., “My First and Last Love Scrape," not available. No stampo.~MSS. b M. 8., viz: “A Strange Cure,“ and “Platonic Love,” we can not use, and return them, as per stamps inclosed. The first-named is very bad as MS.-ePocm “Regret,” we wrll tr and use.—-Wil_l use “ How Kit Carson saved my Sgtalp ;” "‘A Flying Shot 1" “Amen A the "Wolves;” “Fightin with 're: ‘ “Ambns mg a Train;“ “The Boy ero.”——..hall have to say nay to poems by Jas. F. M. They are not finished as poems and have some decidedly rosy lines.— MS. "‘ Fearful Adventure,” etc, b '86 f Sharpener,‘ we can not use. If author wis so to obtain the SATURDAY JOURNAL, can he not readily get upqa club? Our terms are very feasible for clubs. i o stem 8 for return of'MS.~—We return ms by J. B. E. f original they are very good. hey readjo us ver like somethin we have already seen in print.»— Wil use “Fatal rrow;" “The Secret Mission;” “ Gambler’s Gratitude .3“ “Ned Brady’s Leap ;" “ A, .Life for a Life.”——-MSS., “A Peonfs Revenge? “Lina River‘s Fate ;” “The Fatal Note ;" “Fiye Hands?) “A Lost Opportunity ;" “ A Noble's DlS~ guise,” xve‘ean not use. " ‘ C. C. D. is asked again to write to the persons concerned “If other publishers mistrcat their .wri- ters, it is no business of ours. The fact may be— doubtless is—that many publishers do scandalously underpay authors not known to fame; but, we must not be appealed to to interfere in their behalf. “ A Country Parson ” is informed that we not only do not publish impure stories, coming from any source, but do not publish dull stories either because they ma have “ a moral ” in them. We want only matter ominous with feeling, rich in thought, for- cible in ex resslon—somctlung to please. to enter- tain, to ma '9. the SATURDAY Joann“ a Household and Fireside Favorite. Again we sayto correspondents: it is usclors to ask us to write to you concerning MS" giving, opin- ions, etc. It would simply be impossible to do so. . We can only read, and accept and reject, indicating which by our notes and correspondence. When will correspondents learn that it is utterly useless to submit us blurred, blotted or badly “scratched” MS. ? We will not undertake to read. such. They go “ overboard" at once. K. K. G. is informed thatour serial stories will not he givon to the public in book she Though sev- eral of our rczcent romances doubt ess would have a large sale if reprinted in fifty or seventyfive cent . volumes, we prefer to confine their interest wholly to the paper in which they are co'wyrighled, and back numbers of which are always to e had, so that-every story can be obtained complete. Several of Mr. Aiken’s romances have been dramatized for the stage, but are not published, even in that shape—— manuscript copies of the dramas only being supplied to purchasers of the right to perform them. “ Abe Lark” wishes to know the origin of the brace, “ the little church around the corner." Vhen the minister. Sabine. was asked by Jefferson, the comedian.to perform the funeral service of George Holland the actor, be refused, but said that there was a little church around the corner, the minister of which would probably attend to it. His speech was repeatedly taken up by the newspapers and the public, and it is probable that Dr. Houghton’s church ereafter will neverbe called. by any other name. "‘Red Stocking." Beadle’s Dime Base-bull book will be published early in March. It does contain ’the New Rules that you refer‘ to; also the Averages for 1870. It is thegAurnouIznn EDITION. “Ifditha” asks: “Do you think woman suffrage will he a benefit to the sex ?" We do not: nor do we think that the women of our land really desire it. At present the movement is in bad hands. Its “ leaders ” would bringrdiscredit upon a far better cause, in our opinion. ‘ be personal history of some of these “ rcvolutionizers,” is significant of cva thing else, than of reform in the roper sense. The counter movement, headed by rs.‘Geneml Sher- man and Mrs. Phelps-memorializing Congress against Woman Suffrage—is curry-sauce to the ugh tutors. whose highest aim is George Francis Train for President, and a “healing medium" for Visc- Presideut! Better ive these discontents, Miss Editbn, a “ Wide hurt .” “ Celia J.” writes to know “ if it really is true that. chignons are going out of style?” We are not in the hair trade, and can only my, from observation, that the nasty. greasy, vulgar things called chignons are now chiefly worn by servant—girls and street- walkers. who adopt them as a sio‘u of their debase— ment. It is now the style to braid the back hair and let it drop in loo 9 to the shoulder. This is a very pretty mode—so oug as the natural hair alone is used; but, if the womgn get to wsnringfalse braids, then farewell to propnety and grace l “Amelia ” writes that there is a young gentleman who has been paying devoted attention to her for quite along time. yet has never asked her to be his wife, although often saying, that he loves her and does not love any other g rl. But, she has heard that he does pa attentions to other ladies. Miss Amelia wanton vies. Evidently our corrcfipondent loves the gentleman, but we suspect he is not worthy of the affection of up? good, true-hearted girl. To ascertain the truth, iss Amelia, treat him precise 1y as he has treated you. Afi‘cct a coldness when next he visits you; encoura e the attentions of some other gentleman. If he ran 1y loves you he will not care to see a rival take his‘place. and probably will speak the magic words so dear to the heart of the woman who loves. If the gentleman gives you up readily, it is plain that he does not love you, and you are Well l'ld of a loveless suitor. “ Vermonter” writes: “ I think of emigrating to San Domingo. Do you suppose I could stand the climate?" Yes, the climate of that island is no worse than that of Texas or Florida. It issn ex- ploded idea that a white man can not stand the heat of a tropical climate. Our soldier boys snfl‘ered very little from the heat during the late war. and their general health was fully as good as if they had been at home. Take 0 care of yourself, abstain from over—indgigencc In fruits, liquors, etc, and you will soon be a imnted. H. C. W., Missisquoi‘ Springs. There are twenty“ nine numbers to Oct. let, including the paper of that date. They will cost you $1.45. Letty Irons‘ point in her “ Widespread Evil “ is very well taken. Society isfull. of these men of dis- solute ideas and thou hts. Shun them, dear young ladies, asyou would 6 on the plague l Never let the angels in heaven see your pure soul looking on the lig t of a roue‘s smiles! A LADY Sum writes: “ I am very fond of skat- ing, and every afternoon—when there is skating-4 go to the Central Park pond. I have two brothers: but, as they are both clerks. of course they are busy during the day and can not agcompany me. Now, on the ice, I have noticed a gentleman—I am sure that he is agentleman from h-‘ face. He skates a great deal and is rfectly s , did—as a skater I mean, of course. 8}!) just learning to skate back— ward. and I have sclbcted one particular art of the pond to practice on. Now I have noti that this gentleman seems to regard that part of the ice :2. great deal better than he does any other part of the pond. He hardly seems to notice me, but, once in a while I can detect his eyes—and they one real hand- some, at brown eyes—~wmdering in my direc— tion an ——Wcll, I am just dying to know who he is. P. S. I forgot, I wrote to ask If you can advise me of any way to make this no unintance without doing an thing unload; like or coding him to think me be d or forward! - We sympathize with our corres- pgudent. We understand the “situation.” We ow a youu man that had a similar wish, but it wasn’t a ermine» he referred to. We hardly know how to a vise. You might make an undesirable ac- quaintance. But, if you are determined to proceed. at all hazards select a favorable moment when he is quite handy and tumble over gracefully. Of course he’ll pick you up; then you can thank him. Then discover that your skate-trap is loose. and “ won- der“ how you can fasten it. Of course he will offer his assistance. More conversation and more thanks! Ask him, then, to be so kind as to show on some skatiuc gurc that you are desirous of earning. Take file first opportunity to make some remark about “ being so forward as to trouble on en- tire stranger." That will ve him a chance to m- troduce himself. All this 0 course is not to be done in a minute. Take plcnt of time. and above .al, be careful that it is n geugemon. and that he is war- thy the honor of skating with you. _ "x, I’