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THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

 

BUOPTORLAL DABLE-DALR, |

OMETHING ABOUT OURSELVES.

 

The patrons of the Youtu’s
j) Canrnet, as they glance
J over the present number,
will hardly need to be told
that there is a determina-
tion on the part of those
who manage it, to make
each successive volume
more attractive than either
of the preceding. You see,
young friend, that there is
an entire change in its appearance. Per-
haps some of you are puzzled to tell in
what that particular change consists,
though you are perfectly aware that
there is one—just as you find it difficult
to determine, sometimes, how it comes
to pass that a familiar face has under-
gone a complete change, though you
cannot tell how, until you examine each
feature by itself, and then you find out,
and wonder that the thing did not strike
you at first. The change in the costume
of the Casrnet to which we allude, is the
handsome border around its pages. In
our judgment, this feature adds a good
deal to the beauty of the work. Don’t
you think it does, little friend ?

 

 

One of these days we are going to
tell our readers something about printing.
We are preparing some fine engravings
to illustrate the different branches of the
art, and think we shall be able to give

those who care to learn a pretty clear
idea of the manner in which books are
made. We have promised something
of this kind before, but have been una-
ble until now to redeem our promise, for
want of the necessary engravings,

TO CORRESPONDENTS,

Tue bureau of the Casinet has seve-
ral different pigeon-holes, besides that
one the name of which has so much of
terror in it to many timid writers for its
pages. Among these pigeon-holes is
one over the entrance to which, in star-
ing capital letters, is the inscription,
“ Accepted.” There are now sundry

good things, waiting—very patiently,

no doubt — the period when they will
make the acquaintance of the printer,
We cannot mention the titles of these
good things—it would take too much
time and too much paper. They will
come by and by, friend author. There’s
a good time coming—make yourself per-
fectly easy about that.

There is another pigeon-hole in the
editorial bureau, which has the word
“ Quarantine” posted up over the door.
“What, Mr. Editor! do you suspect any
of your correspondents’ letters of being
infected with the plague? I suppose
you fumigate them in such a case, don’t
you?” Ha! ha! Well, we can’t say
that we never have had such suspicions
during our editorial life; nor can we af-
firm that we have never resorted to the
fumigating process. That would be a
good deal for an editor, some five years
in the service, to be able to say. But
it is not on account of any such suspi-