rus, a whale, some very beautiful specimens of wrasse, winged-fish, widgeons, whimbrels, and a zamSo acting the zany. Willie wishing to feed some of the monkeys, the keeper willingly allowed him to bestow his walnuts and waffles upon what he called a well-behaved family; and he was so much delighted in watching their manoeuvres, that he did not wish to go home, and I went away without him.

The wind is whistling through trees wreathed in warm-tinted robes, and wherever I turn I hear whisperings of winter's approach; but as I am no winterling, I cannot welcome it. Those who are weary and worn may while away their time in the chimney-corner, and whistle and whittle in concert with the crackling wood and smoking turf. I love better to sit in a woody grove, listening to the woodpecker, the whippoorwill, and the whirring of the partridge. The whizzing of insects, and the whirling of leaves, moved by a summer's tiny whirlwind, are my pastime. I send you a bottle of dried whortle-berries and a box of wedding cake, together with some wheaten bread of my own make, which I hope will be well received.

I have been washing Winifred's wax doll: it is not as good as new, but, on the whole, is no worse for the watering. I intend to dress her in a whitish worsted skirt, with a red linsey-woolsey waist, trimmed with black, and black wristbands. Now I am going into the kitchen to make a Welsh-rabbit, and wish you would come to partake of it as you

used to do. Am I not whimsical to write such odd words?

There come the white washers, and I must go.

Your well-wisher,

LETTER XXXVIII.

FROM C. D. TO A. B.

A. B.

WILBRAHAM, December, 1865.

My dear Friend,- Notwithstanding all our worrying about the wickedness of the man who tried to wrest our homestead from us, under the pretence that it would increase our wealth and be for our welfare to yield to his wishes, here we are, in good old Worcester Street, waiting for you and other youthful members of the family to celebrate this year's wideawake with uncommon zest.

I have just been standing at the window, watching a youth, yonder, under the yew-tree, who is wonderfully clever in whittling wedges for windows. I am so well pleased with some I bought yesterday, that I will call him in to whittle some more, for it already feels very wintry; one would almost think the wainscoting was wholly out of repair, for the wind whistles in somewhere, and the old green Wilton carpet heaves like ocean's waves. Were it not for the warmth of the furnace, the thermometer in this roo would be down to zero.

I must tell you of our success in collecting curios. ties for grandma's museum, who says we must have had a witch-rod to find them, and also of our where

abouts since your last meeting us. On our way home from our wandering tour to the White Mountains, we crossed the Winnipiseogee on the steamer Wachusett, winding our way between several small islets. When we landed, we wound our way through an alley of willows, where we found a wounded yak, belonging to a gentleman of Wolfsboro'. His wailful moans sounded like the wailing of a person, and excited our sympathies so much, that each wanted to do something for his relief. I attempted to help free his crooked horns, which were entangled in a withered bush; though he was apparently weak from loss. of blood, yet he writhed, and winched, and wrenched so, that he sprained my wrists, and I was obliged to desist. I found a bit of his horn which I took along with me; then we brought home a miniature yawl, made of birch bark and some wampum; then a friend gave us teeth of a xiphias, and a zebu's hoof, so that, as you see, grandma's store has much increased.

We saw a zibet: I could scarcely tell the differcnce between it and a young fox.

Grandpa's zeal for playing whist has waxed greatly, and he makes a yoke-mate of whomsoever he can persuade to while away the evening with him. I willingly play now and then, but every evening I canit wastes too much time.

not,

Winter has really set in, and it is welcome to me on account of having an opportunity to read and study. Apropos of reading, whilst I was looking for copy of Xenophon's Works, I found the biography of Ziskah, the blind Hussite warrior, who wrought

such an influence on his people, as the story goes, that after his death they made a drum of his skin to inspire his men and make his enemies tremble. I found also a Zendavesta ascribed to Zoroaster, and am watching for an opportunity to withdraw to my chamber to run them over, for there is no peace in trying to look into a book where little children are whirling and whizzing and writhing and whining and whisking and wringing and whipping about like wild

fire.

Do not call me a Xantippe, because I scold about them just at this moment, Master Waddie, who is often a wrongdoer, and a wily little fellow withal, is yachting, as he calls it, in my new willow work-basket; whilst a younger brother is trying to stuff a roasted yam into Xerxes' (Mr. Woolcut's Newfoundland dog) mouth, and Zachariah, with a piece of chalk as large as his hand, is working with all his might to make the hair-cloth sofa look like a zebra.

By the by, what do you wish to have done with the xanthine you sent home? The next thing I expect, you will send a xyster and a yataghan for the sake of variety, or to excite wonder in us worldlings.

The children begin to yawn, and the dog to yelp, which warns us that they all want to go to bed, to rest their wearied limbs.

I have a yearning desire to see you rather than your writings, so farewell for the present.

Yours, in love,

C. D.

Cambridge: Printed by John Wilson and Son.

TESTIMONIALS.

NEW YORK, February, 1865

to's French Grammar " since its publication, and book on the subject. It is based on the most published in Paris; it is thorough, and full of ions that can be found in no other work.

LUCIEN OUDIN, A.M. Instructor of the French Language, N. Y. Free Academy.

tto's German Grammar." I consider it a very undant vocabularies, and its fulness in idioms, ul. The appendix, also, is very valuable, consome of the most popular and characteristic ich may be turned to many uses.

ADOLPH WERNER,

Professor of German, New-York Free Academy.

INGTON UNIVERSITY, ST. LOUIS, Jan. 2, 1865.

gives me great pleasure to inform you that I ur edition of "Otto's German Grammar" in Jniversity, and that I regard it as the very best for school purposes, that has thus far come to German editions of the "Immensee," "Vergissrlichter," are great favorites among my pupils; Series of Modern French Plays," edited by ner of Harvard College, J regard as very useful om, and for private reading.

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