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FITFUL Forebodings ---- Our First Baby: Rochester Jail - a 'Visible Sup-
port’: Our Quarter' to a Foe: A Yankee's 'Eye to Trade?: Negro
Eloquence: "Swaying' Young Trees -- hearing "Something Drop':
“JOHN SMITH' in a Quandary: ‘Dobb's' in Spring-Time: A 'Flat-
footed' Simile: Murder Considered as Murder': Of Turtles and their
* Abuses': A Dying Wife to her Husband: Irish Shrewdness: An
Irish Blunder: The “Morality' of Decent Dress - Artistic Smuggling. 217
CLINGING to Life: Insoluble Problems: Premonitions of a Consumptive:
Sunshine of the Grave: Death of Hon. SILAS HIGGINS: California Pil-
grims: A "Laid-up' Ear: Suggestive Epitaph: The 'Inner Life' of
Man: A "New '-Milch' Cow: A voice from the Nursery: A Condens-
ing Conversationist: Dow among the Tombs: A City Snow-Scene:
Large · Understanding': Winter in the Country: Some Thoughts on
REFINEMENT of Impudence: Coming-on of Spring: What is Going on
Now': A ‘Dumb Orator': The Ornamental Sempstress: Life's 'Com-
pensation': Monitory Meracles': Lines by 'LORD Nozoo': The Mys-
GOSSIP ABOUT CHILDREN. .
A FAMILIAR EPISTLE.
ET us begin at the beginning. The child is father of
the man ;' and by permitting us to commence with the following letter to a brother-editor, written in the first person singular--a thing in itself very singular' in the present book--the reader will have at once before him the longest paper he will be called upon to encounter from title-page to colophon.
MY DEAR FRIEND :
I LOVE children. I used to think when I was a bachelor, (it is a good many years ago now,) that there was something rather presuming in the manner in which doating fathers and mothers would bring their wee things' around them, and, for the especial edification of us single fellows,