My Mother-In-Law.

" Your hat and coat are next door . The wretch will arrest you . " " No she won ' t / ' said my mother-in-law , " I'll settle her . " She put on her bonnet and left us . An hour afterward she returned with my hat

and overcoat . "She ' s a dreadful creature , said she , " but I ' ve quieted her . I had to tell a fib . I said you were what they call between two wines in France—a little tipsy you know—and that you took her for

me . " "Oh , my son , " said Anna Maria ' s mother , putting her handkerchief to her eyes , "did you think I looked like that . " I kissed herand we have been the

, be 3 t of friends ever since . Mrs . Bolivar always gathers her flowing robes as she passes me by in the street , and remarks to some invisible familiar : " That intoxicated person . " But I don't mind . The siht of her

g always leads me to thank heaven that I am not in reality her son-in-law so devoutly that I have no room for any other feeling .

Four-Leaved Clover.

FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER .

BY CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON . She journeyed north , she journeyed south , The whole bright land she wandered over , And climbed the mountains white with

snow , And sought the plains where palm-trees grow , But—never found the four-leaved clover . Then to the seas she spread her sail

, Fled round the world , a white winged rover ; Her small foot pressed the Grecian grass , She saw Egyptian temples pass , But—never found the four-leaved clover .

Four-Leaved Clover.

The costliest gems shone on her brow ; The ancient Belgian spinners wove her A robe of lace a queen might wear ; Her eyes found all most rich , most rare , But—never found the four-leaved clover . The throng did flock to see her pass , '

To hear her speak , and all men strove her Smile to win ; She had the whole Of each one ' s life and heart and soul , But—never found the four-leaved clover . A sudden whirlwind came at last

, A little tempest rose and drove her Homeward , bereft alone and poor , The fair friends fled , the journeyings o ' er That never found the four-leaved clover . " Alas ! " she sighed , " All hope is gone ; I ' ve searched the wide world through ,

moreover , My eyes are worn with toil ; they see But this small strip of grass— " There free And strong it grew , the four-leaved clover .

Forgotten Stories.

Forgotten Stories .

BY THEOPIIILUS TOMLINSON . No . II . SENSE AND SENSIBILITY . " HSc in re scilicet una Multum dissimiles . "—HOR .

IN a visit which we paid some time ago to our worthy contributor , Morris Gowan , we became acquainted with two characters ; upon whom , as they afford a perfect contrast to each other , we have bestowed the names of Sense and Sensibilit .

y The Misses Lowrie , of whom we are about to give our readers an account , are both young , both handsome , both amiable ; Nature made the outline of their characters the same ; but Education has varied the colouring . Their mother died almost before

they were able to profit by her example or instruction . Emily , the eldest of the sisters , was brought up under the immediate care of her father . He was a man of