THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

367

ee

it had never closed over a human being..

After waiting long, we dressed ourselves
in silence, each eying the clothes which
our companion would never wear again.
Then we began to ask one another, who
would undertake the painful task of carry-
ing home the clothes of the drowned boy.

At length we divided his garments
among us: his little waistcoat was borne
by one, his jacket by another; each car-
ried something, from his neckerchief to a
single boot. We entered the town by
the back way, as being less frequented ;
we passed the school, where he had that
very morning received a reward of merit.
One of us went and informed the school-
master of his death. We left his clothes
in the school-room, and good Parson
Preedom was sent for; and he carried
the sorrowful tidings to the poor drowned
boy’s mother. I have heard the neigh-
bors say it was a heart-breaking scene;
that she had been to the door many times
to look for us; had cut up the plum cake,
and prepared the tea; but that day none
of us dared to venture near her. It was
several days before the dead body of our
companion was discovered, when most of
his schoolfellows attended the funeral. It
was the first heavy sorrow that many of
us had ever felt, for he was a great favor-
ite with us all_—Boy’s Summer Book,

 

German English.

n English lady, resident at Cob-
lentz, one day wishing to order
of her German servant, who did
not understand English, a boiled
fowl for dinner, Grettel was summoned,

and the experiment began. It was one |

 

of the lady’s fancies, that the less her
words resembled her native tongue, the
more they must be like German. So her
first attempt was to tell the maid that she
wanted a cheeking, or keeking. The maid
opened her eyes and mouth, and shook
her head. “It’s to cook,” said the mis-
tress, “to cook, to put in an iron thing, pit,
pot.” “Isht understand risht,” said the
maid. “It is a thing to eat,” said her
mistress, “for dinner—for deener—with
sauce, soace, sowose. What, on earth, am
I to do?” exclaimed the lady, in despair,
but still made another attempt. “It’s a
little creature—a bird—a bard—a board—
a hen—a hone—a fowl—a fool; it’s all
covered with feathers—fathers—feeders !”
“Ha, ha!” cried the delighted German,
at last getting hold of a catch-word, “ja,
ja!—feders |—ja woh ;” and away went
Grettel, and in half an hour returned tri-
umphantly with a bundle of stationer’s
quills !— English paper.

A Large Business.

t is said that in the Bank of Eng-
land no fewer than sixty folio vol-
umes, or ledgers, are daily filled
with writing accounts! To produce

these volumes, the paper having been
previously manufactured elsewhere, eight
men, three steam presses, and two hand-
presses, are continually kept going within
the bank! In the copperplate printing
department, twenty-eight thousand bank-
notes are thrown off daily; and so ac-
curately is the number indicated by ma-
chinery, that to steal a single note with-
out detection is an impossibility.