W ill yon please walk in till I show yon somethingj was the woman's answer; and she conducted her visitor to tho little kit- Chen, where her husband sat by the lire. He had just-conic homo for half an hour to liavo his tea, and was watching the kettle with the most absorbing interest. He was of course, in his working clothes, and his face and hands wore of a deep, oily black, [after tho manner of stokers,

( °w> ma'am," said the woman, pointing 'to him,. " you see that there man ? That's my husband ; anil I'm bound to do a part by him, ain't I?"

Surely, ' said the visitor, anxious to up hold the duties of matrimonv,

well, then. Would you like to know how I [iiisr, my Sundays 1 A washing of he ! ""Never a blessed unment has he to Awiyh hisselF through the week—out early mid late, aud half of the night, too and blaekr.r nor any crow all the while. Well, on Sun days it is lilting and piopcr that lie ?ho!ii<! tiy to look like a Christian, if lie can. so I: s_'ls me lo it after we eat our breakfast. \rit!i it b'.U'kotlui of soapsuds and ut scrubbing brush, and I rubs at him oil" and on all <lsy| till my arms ache, and lie ain't much beltri than lie wor ; and then after we ban our u-a he says to me, " Come, Sally, have another try—there's n tyravo wench," and I goes at him again, and sluices-him down till you'd think a born nigger 'ml conic out white, and, if you'll believe me, ma'am, when J polishes him oil with a dry towel afore he goes to bed, lie's only a light brown after all I"

HOW A GENIUS WAS FOUND.
