ter cold: people tost led mo; I was mortally
afraid I should bo recognized; bnt them
1 stood, feasting my oyen on the fas
cinating poster, und saying proudly to myself,
lu the words of tbe great Vinoeut Crummies
"This, this is fame!' That day tny pupils hau
an indulgent teacher; for, while they struggled
with their not-hooks, I was writing immortal
works; ano, when they droned out the multi
pLcation table, I wan counting up the noble
fortune my pen was to earn for me iu the dim,
delightful future. That afternoon my sisters
made a pilgrimage to behold this famous
placard, and, finding it torn by the wind, boldly
stole it, and camo home to w'avo it like n tri
umphal banner in the Ixworn of the excited
family. The tattered paper still exista, folded
away with other relics of those early days, ho
hard aud yet so nweet, when the ftrat small
victories were won, and the enthusiasm of
youth tent romance to life’s drndirerv "
Wonderful Accumulation of llappt
iichm and Ollier Desirable Tblaga.
Bourbou Mirror.
