Babies

" A baby in a house," says Tuppcr, " is a well-spring of pleasure, a rnessengcr of peace and love, a rest ing place for innocence on oarth, a linkbetwoèn angels and men. " Mr. Tuppeí', vc opino, is e "bachelor gentleman ; " and therefore is entitlcd to romance upon babies as much ns he choeses. 13 ut Mr. Martin Tupper, Esq., can't hope to come it over us.about the pleasure of "a baby in a nouse." - We've been all along Ihar, as Capt. Simón Snugs would say. ' Taint no great enjoyment, according to our ideas, to have a cup of hot tea pulled over into your lap, at least once a day. We oould nevcrppreciate the fun of huving a baby's half digested break fast of milk cast iuto your boson. Mr. Tupper's idea of a 'wellsnriner of pleasure ' may be veryfactory to hís own imagination. We liave drunk at that " well-spring, " we have ! Bcing waked up a half a dozen times through the nightby the squealing of the "angel," and when you attempt to curry into executiem the oft-repeated threat to " slnp the brat," to find Mi. Caudle's finger nails resenting the attempt, by a counter nttack upon your face, uin't the most agreeable thing in the world. Getting up of a. cold night for " the drops," and upcetting a wnshstand, and running your feet into a bowl of pap, in the exploration for the box of matches does'nt give one the clearcit idea of a " connectins link between