Oh I I love a rainy evening,' said litlle
Ann, looking up from her book, and
meeting her mother's smiling glance, it is
.80 nice to sit by a good lire and hear the
rain pattering against the windows. Only
I pity ihe poor people who have no
house to cover them, to keep off the rain
and the cold,
'And I love a rainy evening, too,' cried
George, a boy of about twelve ; 'I can
study so much better. My thoughts stay
at home, and don t keep ramblig out af
ter the bright moon and stars. My heart
feels warmer and I really believe I love
everybody beter than I do when the
weather is fair.'
Uncle Ned smiled, and gave the hoy an
approving pat on the shoulder. Every
one smiled hut the young lady, who with
a languid,, idircytwo north' of rango Nti.f
five erst of the third principal meridian, 'r
the same being property of which Wil-
liam M. Adams died seized.
. , Information relative to said real estate,
can be had by applying to
July 23.-61 GEO. II. NORMS.
I think it very dull and uninteresting,
indeed,' answered she : 'I always feel so
stupid, I can hardly keep myself awake.'
One cannot go abroad, or hone to see
company at home ; and one gels so tired
of seeing the same faces all the time. I
cannot imagine what George and Ann see
to admire so much in a disagreeable, rai
ny evening like this.1
Suppose I tell you a story, to enliven
you ?' said uncle Ned.
Oh ! yes, failiei, pleas tell us a story,
exclaimed the hildren simultaneously.
