The following pleasing incident, which
we cull from an exchange, is narrated by
the New Orleans Picayune, and shows the
homage which even the rudest feel con
strained to pay to youthful grace and
beauty:
A friend of ours, not wholly unconnect
ed with the legal profession, has a daugh
ter of whomn he is immensely fond-a
little golden-haired, sweet-eyed princess,
who is always dressed in dainty stuffs and
laces, and soft and beautiful attire She is
quite a capitalist in her way, being pos
sessed of various desirable properties in
the Fourth District, and of divers stocks
and bonds of prosperous corporations.
She knows all this, and, though neither
proud or overbearing in consequence, has
yet acquired a pretty, childish dignity,
which makes her all the more engaging.
It so happens that one of her lots is rich
in magnolia trees, and thither the father
takes her very often to gather bouquets of
the fragrant flowers. Some days ago they
went as usual to the magnolia grove, and
on entering found that a couple of preda
ceous boys were in the trees, culling their
fairest ornaments. They watched them
for awhile, the little girl saying nothing,
and the father quietly waiting to see what
developments would ensue. Presently,
however, he called to one of the boys and
astked for a flower.
" O, no, can't give you any of these mag
nolias."
" Won't you let the little girl have one ?"
"No. sir-ree!"
" I think you might give her just one."
"No. sir, can't do it. These nIagulias
belong to somebody. You can't have any
unless you p . for them."
" Well, I think you might give her one.
