Yet, in his weak and helpless condition, the love of liquor never for a moment deserted him. I, of course, was his companion and friend, on every occasion. Tottering his way homeward, he often plunged headlong down a flight of steps against the basement-room of a building, and, stunned by the fall, would sink into a quiet slumber, and rise in an hour as fresh as ever. No accident seemed to injure him seriously. A bruise or two- a gush of blood upon his breast a rent in his garments and farther, all was well. Once, indeed, he rolled down into a deep cellar, covered at the bottom with loose stones, and I, in the conflict, flew many rods into another corner of the spot. A sharp stone pierced his side, laying bare his ribs ; but otherwise, he seemed perfectly uninjured. A sober man would probably have never spoken again the cause of which I (the broomstick, recollect,) attribute to the loose and languid state of the drunkard's muscles and limbs.

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I think I have dwelt full long upon the character of this poor, fallen, unfortunate being. His family-but what can I say! The tale has been told scores of times. Oh! how true is it that 'one half of the world know not how the other half live!' It was a family under the influence of refined misery. They had come down from a high place to their low and degrading level. Daily, they beheld some one pass with whom they had associated, but who now hurried by their door in silence and contempt. Those who are reared in poverty, bear the burden well; but penury is a hard companion for the uninitiated.

The children moved around the streets, soliciting charity, and the mother labored, as opportunity offered, in the most common employments. Yet, degraded as they were, the sensitiveness, the pride and spirit, which distinguished her early days, were not extinguished. Charity found no welcome within her doors, for it struck her to the heart. She could starve, but not beg openly; and deep necessity, only, imposed that task upon her children.

Let me give a short dialogue which passed one winter evening in my presence. It may exhibit more forcibly the fact to which I have just alluded. It was a boisterous night. The wind was blowing a gale the snow flying in all directions shutters creaking and clattering and, alas! the poor miserable family suffering all but death by cold and starvation. Their last crust had been exhausted, and their fuel consumed. The mother was gradually dying the father absent and the children shivering and weeping in a collected group. In this condition, a stranger unexpectedly burst in upon them, and, after quietly surveying the premises, seated himself in silence.

An unpleasant evening for the poor, Madam,' said he, after a short pause.

Why, rather,' she replied; but we all have our trials, and the poor should not especially murmur at theirs.'

'I perceive, also,' he resumed, 'that your accommodations are not extravagant-perhaps' - and he paused a little, —‘perhaps, rather uncomfortable. Your fire is quite low, considering the

tender age of your children. Are you really sufficiently provided for?'

Why, as to that,' she answered, we do, to be sure, experience our inconveniences; our room, however, is quite comfortable, in comparison with many I have witnessed. These are, indeed, hard times.'

'A husband, madam?'

'I had — in name, he is so yet.'

Ah! I see; misfortunes-intemperance, eh?' he inquired, casting his eyes upward.

It is too true, my dear Sir—yet,' she continued, we have witnessed our happy days.'

'Do the benevolent ever inquire into your circumstances?' he asked.

Well, Sir, they have inquired. Yet, blessed be God, we manage to keep along tolerably well. You must not judge, Sir, too much from our appearance. I can assure you we are much happier than our lot indicates.'

But charity, you know, madam, is not to be confined alone to those in the lowest depths of poverty. Those who are struggling severely with their fortunes, though they triumph, are not the less worthy.'

A tear started in her eye, and she turned full upon the stranger, and with her whole soul burst forth :

'Poverty, Sir, is an awful thing.'

Especially to those,' he replied, who once knew better days.' Better days!' she repeated - better days, you said, Sir;' and

she glanced at him with an eye that shone like fire

'All classes, you know, are liable to misfortune!'

'Oh! now, Sir,' said she, do n't trifle with me! I know it. I was in high circumstances. I have had a mighty fall, indeed; so low, that it will be for ever impossible to rise again: but still we manage to keep along quite comfortably. We must not now expect the comforts of life in a high degree.'

Will you accept a present from a friend?' he said, reaching forth his hand; it may be welcome at this moment.'

'As a present, Sir, but not as charity - I cannot ask alms. To beg! merciful God!'

'Indeed, madam, it is your due; a debt owed to your husband, contracted when he was in business; please accept it.'

In this way, the poor lady was prevailed upon to receive a sum which was in reality charity, but which was given in so delicate a manner, that it afforded her a double degree of relief. Many people would term such a feeling fastidious. They would question the propriety of indulging the poverty-stricken in their mock sensibility. The true philanthropist, however, knows the human heart better, and deals with it accordingly.

Well-this family were partly supported by benevolence, and partly by the wife's industry for a long time. I, as usual, was the same old crutch, supporting a mass of liquor and corruption. But misfortunes seldom come singly.' Neither did they in this case. To close the scene of their suffering, a fire broke out in one of the build

ings near us, and our hovel, with numerous other dwellings, were entirely consumed. In the hurry and confusion, I was thrown into the street, and there I lay with hundreds trampling upon me, until at last my head was broken off, and I might be properly termed a broomstick again. A young buck, who was amusing himself at the spectacle, picked me up, declaring I was just the thing he had been looking for, as I would serve him for a staff just then, in default of a better. He was a high-blooded young fellow, and made many remarks on the splendor, sublimity, and poetic beauty of fires. He thought, however, he should not like a fireman's berth; would'nt work as they did, to save his grandfather's house-no, he'd be d-d if he would. Thinks I to myself, I shall have a bold master now: quite a change from my former situation.' The fire was soon over, and away we trudged toward home. He and his companion were amusing themselves on the way, in conversing about their female acquaintance. They appeared to have been quite frequent attendants at the parties, soirées, etc., given of late.

'I say, Jim,' says one, that was a devil of a pretty girl you was monopolizing all last evening. You must be in for it there, I guess,

eh ?'

'Pshaw, Dick! none of that now. Why she'll do to talk with; but I can assure you there is nothing serious there. Why Dick, between you and me, she is just one of the sort with whom to chat and pass an evening; but after all, I could make her believe white was black in two minutes.'

'Well, now, Jim, 't is pretty much so these girls have more show than any thing else, after all, hav' n't they?'

• Some have most have, Dick; but, Dick, those two whom we saw at the party on Tuesday night — they were substantial. Those eyes! do n't talk of them!'

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'Pretty large feet, though,' said Dick, hesitatingly if it was n't for their feet, they would do; but while I think of it, did'nt you observe at times rather an insipid cast of features in one of them? — a kind of I-can't-explain-it sort of look, eh?' he continued.

'Well, that was queer in her, was n't it?' said Jim, starting. 'I should have forgotten it if you had not spoken. A strange turn of the eye, occasionally, that almost ruined her.'

The girls are all flirts, an't they Jim?' continued Dick; all but yours and mine. They make fools of us young fellows.'

'Yours is as great a one as the rest,' replied Jim. You are under petticoat government, and don't know it. Let me tell you, that girl of yours has always been considered a coquette; not that I by any means would hurt your feelings, Dick, you know; but that's what people say, that's all.'

That's what people say, is it? Well, my friend, 'people say' about yours too. They say she talks too much. They say she always monopolizes the conversation no chance to say booh! when she is by. So we both have a benefit from 'the people.'

'Let them talk,' said Jim. They told many she did not talk enough; Julia was a little too much between both - not enough of either; Elizabeth was not witty; Sarah, on the contrary, was letting fly her sarcasms in all directions; Ellen was too rude; Jane too for

mal- and so it goes. There is no pleasing all parties, my dear fellow.'

This conversation was carried on for quite a length of time, the object of which appeared to be, a decision upon what constituted real beauty. The whole circle of their acquaintance were brought up in conversation, and every charm and blemish underwent a regular criticism. Yet after all their logic, nothing definite was decided upon. What surprised me most, was the curious standard of merit which they had erected. Personal appearance, not mind and disposition, was the criterion. It was not, how meek, or how amiable, or how modest, she is; but what a form! what eyes! what a foot! etc., to the end of the chapter. How falsely the world often judge in such matters! Who would choose a male friend for beauty alone? Why then a female? Mind and matter are not allied in proportion to the appearance of the former; though one would suppose such to be the case. This false judgment too often leads young men into difficulties which are subsequently heartily repented of. Another circumstance which attracted my attention, was the devotional respect they paid to the opinion of the world. It was what the world thought and said, which governed them. Poor deluded beings! But let me resume my history.

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It appeared, finally, that my new master was a young clerk of the city, who thought full as much of dress and personal appearance, as he did of his business. He conveyed me home to his boarding-house, and after eyeing me carefully, concluded I would make quite a plain, eccentric walking-staff. Away I went to the mechanic, and soon came out in a fresh costume being handsomely polished up buckhorn head, with a hole bored through it, and a string attached, a fine iron point to stand on, etc., allarmed and equipped' for staff duty. But, reader, do not think I intend to part with my cognomen of 'Broomstick.' No, Sir, I cannot. Aa those actresses who have won public favor under their maiden name, still retain that name after marriage, so I, the Broomstick, intend to write as a broomstick still.

Well, my friends, my new master was quite a buck in his way, and circulated considerably in society, in a small way. He was extremely fond of promenading Broadway. Every summer afternoon, when the sky was clear, and the sinking sun hung low in the west, just shading one side of the street, he was out, pushing his way among silks, and satins, and plumes, and poverty, and rags, and the other thousand specimens of animated nature,' which Goldsmith has not particularly described. I had been his companion on so many occasions, that I vainly thought I was quite a physiognomist. I began to imagine I almost knew the occupation and station which many of them held in the community. I recollect, particularly, one June afternoon, my reflections as I passed up this main artery of the city, that great receiver of all the numerous little streams that pour their living currents into it.

The street was all alive. Coaches, omnibuses, and small vehicles innumerable, were rushing various ways, their wheels flashing in the sunlight. The side-walk was crowded to excess. So dense was it, as to become completely dammed up,' at times; and, as is said by

the poet, the weary wheels of life at last stood still.' I was attentive on all sides. Here tripped along a little miss in solitary beauty; there a young bride, leaning indolently on the arm of the stronger vessel, telling her story with an uncommon flow of spirits.

Ah! my little maiden, in simple attire with hair so simply dressed you who cast many a glance about you, and, occasionally, with an exclamation of surprise, point to some object of astonishment - I know you well. You were bred in those regions which 'God made,' as Cowper beautifully expresses it: God made the country, but man made the town.' You know nothing of the city. Transplanted from your native soil into this great hot-bed, you seem to wilt in a day. You wonder and wonder again where all the people can come from; if they throng the streets in such numbers every day, where can they all live? You are surprised, also, at the want of familiarity on every side. There is no nodding-no smile of recognition; but each one passes, coldly and carelessly, on his way. You would not live here for the wealth of the Indies. The splendor of a day has already thrown a faintness over thy fresh heart. Go on, fair one! Thine are the first pure emotions of an unsophisticated heart, which might be changed by circumstances.

Ah! my pale, cadaverous, yellow and bilious maid — I know you, too! That was truly a splendid banquet which you attended last evening; a little too late, however, in its duration. Your morning's rest was a feverish one; perhaps the champagne was not pure. You almost wish the young broker in Wall-street had not pressed you so fervently to continue your potations. Another party is on the tapis for to-night. You are sorry - but then all the respectable and wealthy will be there; how can you remain absent? And so you are promenading a little, to resuscitate your weary system. The fresh air and smiling faces, you think, will be beneficial. Perhaps they will, my fair one; but you cannot last long, and it is the opinion of the broomstick-walking-staff, that when you are at last gone, a coroner should be sent for, and a verdict of death by suicide' rendered.

'Halloo! my little chubby man, in homespun clothes, and heavy boots, pushing along with ceaseless speed! You came near prostrating a lady just now. Oh yes! I recognise you -a Connecticut farmer, who has just sold his butter, and now on his track for the steamboat. You are a plain, substantial man, and not easily caught by the glitter of this world. You promised your family to be home on such a day, and you would not fail, for a trifle, to keep your word. 'Why, you old apoplectic soul! how you waddle along! Your eyes are fixed on the pavement, and you seem in deep meditation. Going into Wall-street, eh? You are really puzzled which stock to deal in to-day. Bought on time sixty days ago, and lost. You don't like buying on time, you say to yourself; it is too hazardous; stocks are too shifting, to trust them sixty days. Delaware is down, but you think kept down by adventitious circumstances, and may be pressed still lower. O how you wish you could look into the future! You would make 'lame ducks' as thick as blackberries. You are a close one, though, my old fellow. That family of yours is extravagant and expensive; and the command was given by you, before