A Sad Thing

One of tlie most unfortunate occurrences of the present season took piace a few morning's since on Third Street. William H. Root has been for some time the ownerof agentlemanly young antelope that wns a general pet. Everybody loved little James, for he was affecüonate in his nature and highly intellectual. He knew his name, too, which is more than some of our Western men know, who have left the East under peculiar circumstaDces. James was a loving and devoted companion to Mr. Root at all times. "VVhen Mr. Root went out in the yard and stooped over to picK up sometning acüe Jumes would take a run and jump and kuock his young master over into the tall grass. He was always ready for a jump, and ate every thing in sight from red clover to the primary speller. He liad in fact a perverted taste for literature and he fell, as many a young man has fallen, as a result of this vitated taste. Little James a few mornings ago ate the first page of our vile contemporary containing a special frora Alexandria and a facetious pay local in relation to Dr. Deadbeat's Hard-me down Ointment. His master did not at first understaud why little James was so sad, bul later he found the fragment of the paper that was lef t. and at once gave up all hope of recovery. With his native hills f ar away to the westward stretching outward and embracing the blue summer sky, with the soft wind sighing over him, little James gathered himself together in a small package and -Jied. Mr. Root composed the calm features of the dead, spread him out on the grass, and went away where he could weep by himself. Death at last conquers all. The festive young man and the people, the giddy girl in the muist of her gum carecr and the old lady whose life is but a memory, large or small, the same fate awaits them all Sb little James, who had only just developed a taste for literature, and before he kuew how to choose between the good and pure and the pernicious and false, swallowed a special from Egypt and skipped out for tho great unkno - Nye's Boomerang. A young man who thinks he can lead a reckless and proflígate existence initil he reaches the middle term of Ufe, and then repent and make a good steady citizen, ia deluded. He thinks that people are fools, destitute of memory. He concludes that if he repenta everybody will forget tbat he was a dissipated fellow. This is not the case; people are apt to remember the bad deeds and forget the good ones. Besides, it is no easy thing to break off in middle life bad babits that have been formod iu youth. A bald-headed man may always expect to find a friend and sympathize.1 in a manuíacturer of wigs.