WEST SHORE. PHILISTINE DRONE'S WOOING. I beg to lay before my readers a hartrending eppysode of the balcion daii of ml yoothful innotence. When I was a blushing bnoy of sum 28 summers, and at that age pekuliarly centsitive to the arrera of Kupid. Ye gods ! my ink turns pail when I think of the object of mi jewvernile aflijck ehani. Do not ihndder when I tell yon that I fell in love with a seckand hand artikle, a femail dressed in black, the hablllyments of the graiv; in short, a widdoe. The idal of mi hart was ritch, but do not suppose for a singul moment that I asBosheated mi dreema of bliss with lav of filthy Inker; not wonce! Mi angnl's noim was Celestia Byte ; and wo is me, I went for Byte and kom back bitten. Wun nite, while lisnicg to her sole soreing etranea upon a cheap okkordeon, I was about to pore mi tail of luv into her ear, when she said: " Pbilly " (the alwaie kalled me Phllly), " Philly deer, wilst thoa pur chis me Bum music T " " Lite of ml bart," said I, " thy behests shall be obeyed." " Kail me pet naims," said the tender-harted saryflm, and immegeately swooned with delite. That nite, as I took my departure from the butiful Clestia's, I Bed to miielf: " Undontedly she luve me. 0, heavenly thort I Ken I be awaik?" Which was not very likely, seein's I had ml poket piked bi an audashua feller who hod taiken advantage of mi abetrackshun. When neckst I addressed Celestia 'twas with a luv letter, which I indited after grate efforts, with the aid of mi atoopenduB jenius and an old song book. The missive red as folloes, to wit: Dearest Celeetia : f art iron of the Golden Locks, ever of the I'm fondly dream ing, Thr brite smile hannta me still. Adorable wan, thou art the only woman 1 tw la od. Beloved Girl, thoa art ao nan and ret ao far. Book ma to eleep Beantifol dreamer. I'd offer the thia hand of mjrne. Wilt thoa axaept ? from four true lnv, Phillj Drone. This I seeled and sent to mi hart's affinity, and reseaved the following anser: Deer P. D.i-Sportife bo;, everything ia eelubriua. 0, kno, ksm I Am I or am I not? Eiknee mi iokoherenoj. The thought will drive me mad. Celeetia. Upon reeding of which I immegiately fainted and swooned in ml own footsteps. Twos evening when I agen started forth to visit the dommysll of the salnbrius widdoe, and the stars seemed to shine in mello lite upon mi kareworn Hnnymenta as if they new that I was soon to jlne mi fait with wun who was too angelic for a lengthened residence upon this sinful aerfe ; and while mi hart beet with overpowering emoshuna, I asked mlself in murmuring oxents if I was wurthy of this earthly cherrybim, and arriving at her dore at the instant I asked the question, I was ushered In before I bad tjme to anser it. When I stood in the presents of the bappl gurl, abe aed: " Philly, deer, do I wunce agen behold thy franc and open kounte nunce?" " 0, Celestia, prey do not gays upon me in that refulgent stile do not; ml hart will bust! " Bed I. "And now tell me when thoa wilt be ml bryde." And I nealed before her, mutch to the damage of ml best pants. " Tby bryde I " Bed Celestia, Bkornfully. " Ay, ewete wun," Bed I, throeing ml arms around her lovingly. " When shall we be married?" But Imagine ml sirprlzs when Celestia hit me akroet tlie head with a fire shuvel, and then asked me what I ment m Lf-M OVERDOING IT. Mas. FiNOLi Henry, I've written to ask mother to come and visit us. You don't mind, do yon T Mr. Fanqi N-n-no; bat isn't It rather too much of good thing? Yon know ahe waa here for on entire day only a year ago last June. A RAY OF SUNLIGHT. Poor Lima Boy (shivering) I'm c-e-c-old. Bensvolrkt Looking iNmvini'ii Well, my dear little fellow, be bo while )ou may. Remember there la a hereafter. " Didn't yoa promise to marrl me? " sed I. " Marri yoa 1 " she aed. " Do you suppose that the onshent family of Byte wood dlsgraia there naira bi allllyatlng with a Phillstln? " " But," sed I, " didn't I rite you a letter offuring mi hand, and didn't yoa rite a letter excepting it? " She bust out lafiln' and led : " Yoa big fool I I thought It was a Hat of the music yoa waa gonig to send me," and she swept from the room die danefully. I left her Ill-fated threshold, never to kross It more. Frank Marion. A BACK VIEW. Within the train a seat I took, Prepared to read A novel or some cheaper book, The mind to feed, When Just by chance my eyes I raised, And lo, behold I At what a ahapely bead I giaed, Of classic mold- tier neck my artist soul did win Upon the spot, And all my heart was caught within Her Psyche knot. I had no doubt her face was sweet And most refined. (How lad that I should have a seat The maid behind!) And as I dreamed of feat ures fair And bright blae eyes, Of lips that make a bard prepare To Doetlie. -f A She turned around-how quickly flown Was erstacy. Ab, would that she had only ahown Her back to me I Nathan M. Lrvy. REALIZED IIIS LOSS TOO LATE. HxNi'it'i Poor Brown's death was a terrible calamity to me. Smith Why, I didn't know he was near friend or relatlon'of yours. HiNi'gca No, he wasn't; but I married his widow. Vir i MM-