E have had our May- | structive of patience, trying to the tem days in the country, our old-fashioned hearty frolics in the grove, in the glen, and by the river bank; and precious and imperishable will be their memory. They are greener in our hearts every per, wearing and tearing to conscience, furniture and clothes, head-achish, backachish, reheumatizzy, gouty, and, to sum up all in a word, so stupidly and wickedly Dutch, never was, and never. Every body that moves, will be invented. must move on the first day of May. This leads to movings and counter a new Revolution, a new Declaration of Independence, a new confederation of tenants, to break up these compulsory May-movings, so that the tenant may move when he pleases. movings, direct movings and cross The one great element of power in the movings, single movings and double hands of the landlords, is this same movings, movings up and movings May-day-moving. There ought to be down, movings over and movings under, movings out and movings in, separately and together, individually and collectively, by families, by neighborhoods, by communities. The houses are all empty, and all full at the same time. Your furniture is in the street, and in two houses at the same time. Your wife, your children, your servants, are turned out of doors, and have no house to go to, or, if a house, nothing but a house, without one feature of home about it. Dirt in your old house; dirt in your new house; dirt everywhere. Home! the idea is an anchronism, the name a misnomer. There are no houses for the tens of thousands who move on the first of May. They don't live. They don't even stay. They move-that is just what they do. They exist; they sojourn; they are pilgrims and strangers; peripatetics, and very pathetically, they will tell you oft-times of the passage which speaks of "man being born to trouble, as the sparks." Let me tell you, the sparks never have any such trouble as May moving. They go out when they please, and always go upward, which a May moving seldom does. The fact is, there is not on the face of the earth, another such an abused, long-suffering, patient, submissive, hen-pecked, absurd, self-sacrificing race of men, as the Maymovers of New York and Brooklyn. The landlords have it all their own way, and lords indeed they are, while their tenants are only serfs and slaves. NEW SERIES.-VOL. I.-10 But to the point, Mrs. Grim had taken a new house in square. She had sent Bridget up to see that the kitchen was in order, so as to have all things ready for tea, when Mr. Grim should come home. Mrs. Grim, with the two juvenile Grims, remained at the old house, till every article was removed, and then took a carriage, and drove, as she said to herself, with a self-satisfied grin, to her new home. There was an emphasis in the last word that was impressive. The young Grims felt it. They shortened their faces a quarter of an inch at the suggestion. Arrived at her new quarters, Mrs. Grim climbed about over the furniture in hall and parlor, and found her way to the kitchen. Bridget was there in her glory. The floor was immaculate. Mrs. Grim could not find any fault with it. The tables, the chairs, and all the et cetera, were just comme il faut. Mrs. Grim was in an agony. She had nothing to fret about. She was well nigh choking with rage, when her eye alighted upon a huge fat cock-roach on the ceiling. Now she was in her element. She spokeshe did. She said something I shall not say what. The two juvenile Grims let down their countenances half an inch. They looked grimmer than ever. cap. They could not speak a word. Bridget, with her mop, attacked the roach, and brought him down on Mrs. Grim's Mrs. Grim fainted. The two young Grims screamed. Mr. Grim rushed in, cried "murder," and vowed he would not live in the house a single day, ff Mrs. Grim and the Misses Grims were to be exposed to such venomous vermin as that. "All this," said he, comes of May-moving. We had much better have stayed in the old house." Thereupon Mrs. Grim opened her eyes, and Mr. Grim shut his mouth. [From the German.] The Three Spinners. A TALE. NCE upon a time, there was a lazy maiden, who would not spin; and her mother might say what she pleased, yet could not persuade her to it. But at last anger and impatience overcame the mother, and she gave her a blow, at which she began to weep loudly. Just at that time, the queen rode by in a carriage, and stopping when she heard the weeping, asked the mother why she was beating her daughter so hard, that one without could plainly hear the blows. But the woman was ashamed to disclose the indolence of her daughter, and said: "I cannot prevent her from spinning; she will spin forever and ever; and I am so poor, that I cannot procure the flax." Then the said: queen There is nothing that I delight in so much as spinning, and am never so happy as when I see the wheel whirl round; permit me to take your daughter to my castle, where I have plenty of flax; she shall then spin as much as she pleases. The mother consented with all her heart, and the queen took away the maiden. When they had come to the castle, she conducted her up to three chambers, which were full of the finest flax from top to bottom. "Now spin me this flax," said she," and when you have got it done, you shall have my eldest son for a husband; though you are poor, yet I won't mind that; your unwearied industry is dowry enough. The maiden was inwardly frightened, as she knew that she could not spin the flax even if she lived to the age of three hundred, and sat at it all day from morning till night. As she was now alone, she began to weep, and sat so three days without stirring. On the third day, the queen came, and when she saw that she had done nothing, she was suprised; but the maiden excused herself by saying that she had not yet been able to commence her work, in consequence of her great sadness occasioned by her removal from her mother. The queen put up with it, but said, on going away: "In the morning you must begin to work for me." Now when the maiden was all alone, she was at a perfect loss to know what to do, and went sadly up to the window. There she saw three women coming to- | great heaps of yarn, she made preparations for the wedding-feast; and the bridegroom rejoiced that he was to have so skillful and industrious a wife, and was exceedingly pleased. ward her, of whom the first had a huge flat foot; the second had a monstrous under-lip, that hung down over her chin, and the third had a great thumb. As she remained there sorrowfully, they stood still, cried out, and asked the maiden what ailed her. When she complained of her trouble, they offered their assistance to her, and said: "If you will invite us to the wedding-feast, and not be ashamed to call us your aunts, and moreover give us a seat at your table, we will spin your flax for you, and that, too, in a very short time." 'With all my heart," she replied; "only come in and set to work quickly." Then she let the three strange women in, and concealed them in the first chamber, where they might sit down and begin their spinning. One drew out the thread and trod the wheel; the second knit it; the third twisted it, and beat with her fingers on the table, and as often as she beat, there fell to the floor a skein of yarn, which was spun in the finest manner. She concealed the spinners from the queen, and showed to her as often as she came, the quantity of yarn spun, so that she received continual praise. When the first chamber was emptied, they came to the second, and finally to the third, and that was at last finished. Now the three women took leave, and said to the maiden: "Do not forget what you have promised us-it will be your fortune." When the maiden pointed out to the queen the empty chambers, and the "I have three aunts," said the maiden, "who have shown me a great deal of kindness; therefore I would not willingly forget them in my good fortunes; give me permission, pray, to invite them to the wedding, and seat them at the table." The queen and the bridegroom readily granted her request. When the feast began, the three spinners entered in a strange costume, and the bride said: "I am glad to see you, dear aunts." "O," said the bridegroom, "how did you come by such ugly relatives ?" Then he went to the first with the huge flat foot, and said: "How did you get such a monstrous foot?" "By treading," she replied; "by treading." Then he came to the second, also, and said: "Do tell me how you got that huge under lip?" "By wetting the thread," she replied; "by wetting the thread." Then he said to the third : "How did you get your great thumb?" " By twisting the thread," she replied; "by twisting the thread." And the king's son was frightened, and said : "Then my dear bride shall never again touch a wheel." Thus she got rid of the disagreeable task of spinning flax. H. E S. MAN's dominion ends, says Bonaparte, where that of conscience commences. To a Comet. BY ALEXANDER CLARK. ART thou a prophet, come to tell Dread messages of fear? To warn of sorrow, woe, and ill, That hover o'er us here? Hast thou a voice, and dost thou sound, Art thou a servant, sent abroad By all-creative Might, To gather from our brilliant orb The wealth of life and light. To bear away and shed around, In distant realms, sublime, profound, Far, far beyond the palest star, Thy orbit winds its way; Farther and farther, like a stream That flows to ocean's breast, Thou'lt vanish as a pleasant dream, In hours of quiet rest. And wilt thou onward ever run Thy glory still display; While stars and moon, and earth and sun, Whate'er thy mission, thou hast taught Though thine's a journey passing thought, And as thy radiant wings make bright A FOOL despiseth his father's instruction; but he that regardeth reproof is prudent. A Raftsman's first View of a. N a most delightful coun try town in New Jersey, called Bordentown, the Delaware makes a short turn to the westward, and has, in consequence thereof, worked for itself quite a deep bay on the Jersey shore. This bay, from its being protected from the winds and "out of tide," is a favorite harbor of the raftsmen who annually come down that noble river by hundreds, bringing acres of lumber, much of it from the very source of the river, in the state of New York. Now, early in the spring of 18-, when the Camden and Amboy railroad was first put in opera tion, (the railroad, by the by, turns round the edge of the above-mentioned bay,) a certain Sam Sims, with a young man who rejoiced in the name of Ichabod Twodle, came down the river on a raft of white pine boards, and about eight o'clock of a cold, blustery, cloudy night, were busily engaged in securing their raft in the above-mentioned bay, when Ichabod was startled by a sort of belching, rumbling noise; he turned to Sam, and with a long grave face, almost whispered: "What is that?"" Sam shook his hoary head, but spake not; the sound came nearer, but nothing was to be seen; they stood still in amazement, the silence only broken by the superhuman noise, and an occasional exclamation of "S-h-u-a !" from Icha |