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as to expose the little weaknesses of your sex, though were and it certainly seems to me that the skill manifested and spent yearly in theatres, concerts and other amuse[ “to hold the mirror up to nature," I could ask why are my prided in by some, by which their saliva is ejected to a greatments? Would not the cost be much less than all eyes so constantly offended by the sight of rouge ? or my distance with precision of aim, may excite the envy and adolfactory nerve disgusted by the smell of patchouly ? miration of small boys, but is hardly an accomplishment to

these, and would not the advantages be greater? Do you conceive that your letter expresses the sentiments be considered the crowning grace of a gentleman.

But I can support, sir, only that which is useof your sex universally? or is it not possible for it to bear a


A. R. C. ful." stronger resemblance to the proclamation of "the three

Ah, that curse of this age, utilitarianism.

It is an tailors in Tooley street," which was headed “We the people Dear Sir,—As a member of that class “ Julia” abuses so iron demon that crushes the fragrance out of every of London ?"

emphatically, I can only say that I shall be prepared to foreDo we live wholly in the world for ourselves, and is there go the use of the weed, whenever a quid pro quo can be sug- flower, the beauty out of every grace, the good out no such principle as mutual forbearance ?

gested ; and until this be found 1 shall certainly continue to of everything ! Let us be lenient to the little weaknesses of either sex, for use it if I chews.


In Frederick Tennyson's recent volume the cigar is not the great evil you would paint it. How many troubled minds are calmed by its soothing powers; how

What has become of our grand Central of poems occurs, in the “Songs of an old Man,” the many are they who would feel the icy hand of solitude op- Park? Has it expired in the Municipal embrace ? following sadly beautiful verses :press them but for its companionable influences ?

We do remember of hearing once, that a Committee gross selfishness " freeze the genial current of your soul ;"

Lead me a little in the sun leave us our cigar, for it disposes us to pensive thought, and had it in charge. We wonder who that Committee

Kind hand of maid, or loving child ; in its cloudy vapors may be seen a phantasmagoria of the wasmif they exist, what they're about! We won

My tears the light of Heaven skall gild happy scenes of our past life. It has a magic like the cabal- der when we shall be able to say, Behold, this is the

Until my wintry day be done ; istic words of the Arabian enchanter, to call up glittering Park? We wonder when it will become a tangible, Though in my heart the voice of Spring spires, amd gorgeous palaces, and to bring back upon our

With its bright flowers and carols clear, hearts again the half-forgotten delights of youth to soften and definable , fixed, bounded and visible thing—when it

Tells me not of the passing year, to cheer us.

will cease to be merely an Act or an Incorporation

And the new life in everything i
on paper-when it will escape from the death-like

But takes me back where lie inurn'd hug of a Committee, and emerge before us with gloWhen I read Julia's letter, I was so delighted with it that rious being. For our part, we pant for it. We

The ashes of imperial joys, I ran right away to Brother Charles, who was in his smok

Discrowned hopes with quenched eyes, ing room, puffing away as if he were a funnel, and read it to dream daily of its promised charms. We count the

Great passions with their torches burn'd. him all through. “There, now Charles, what do you say to days that, passing on, increase so fast our sum of

Some spirit out of darkness brings, that ?" "Some old maid's chattering!" replied he. life, but that accomplish so little toward the great

And sets upon their ancient thrones That's always tho way with Charles. He thinks that if desideratum ? Shall we grow old and see it not?

The scatter'd monumental bones he stigmatizes an opinion as an old maid's, he has entirely

of thoughts that were as mighty kings. annihilated it. I up and told him so, but the provoking fel- Will our hair deepen into gray, and it come not? low only laughed. ** I tell you what it is, Charles," said 1, Answer, O thou Committee! Respond, mighty Some voice thrills in mine ear like breath "I am not an old maid (I was eighteen last May) and I don't Councilmen!

or virgin song, and fair young Love erer mean to be one (the impudent fellow laughed outright,

Is seen his golden plumes to move Our citizens generally, perhaps, do not appreciate and absolutely began to talk about that odious Peter Pump);

Over the dim gray land of Death. but I can tell you that Julia's sentiments are my sentiments all the advantages to be derived from a grand Park.

My heart is like a temple dim, and the sentiments of every spirited woman in the land. If Perhaps not! We think we see something in your

Down whose long aisles the moonlight floats, you men don't stop masticating and smoking thet nasty, eye, O reader, somewhat sceptical. Yes, there is a

And sad celostial organ notes nasty weed, we will meet together and pledge ourselves to

downright look of doubt. Ah, is it so? Perhaps, Hover, like wings of Cherubim. have nothing to say or to do with those of you who use the vile thing." then, we can convince you. Riso up some morning,

Touch'd by some unseen hand, around And give up all your beaux, ch ?” just as the sun lifts his rosy checks from out his

The marble figures of the Dead ; Brother Charles always does put me in e passion. My slumbers, and say: “ I will ride forth !” Mount your

But at this hour no living tread blood began to boil ; but I determined to keep as cool as I steed, and guide his eager steps countryward. You

Is heard, no disenchanting sound. could.“ Beaux," said I,“ beaux! You men think that all we care about are beaux. I can just tell you it's no such desire to taste the air as borne over fields and glades,

The lines of the third stanzas which are italicised, thing! And I can tell you, too, that we women are deter- laden with the perfume of flowers—you desire to seck contain several magnificent images, reminding us of mined to put up with it no longer ; and that, if nothing else out some sylvan retreat, or to find some bowered some of Alexander Smith's startling out-flashings. will cure you of your fondness for this disgusting stuff, we'll avenue, where your horse, with free rein and buoyjust begin to chew, and smoke, and snuff, and spit, and then ant blood, can scamper along in its grateful shades.

I done it yesterday !" we'll see how you would like it ?" and with that I bounced out of the room, determined to have no more to say to him; But, with such a desire in view, whither will you “What do you think, I seen Mr. Smith last week ?" and I sat right down to write this note, because I thought go? Ride out by any of our avenues, and what do “ If I could I really would have went !" that if everybody would only publish what they think about you find but a hot, dusty, arid waste, no smooth grate- Oh, I'm so tired, I really would like to lay it, we would eventually drive the thing out of the country.

ful turf, no forest shades ; and as for the air, why it down!” I want to tell you a little incident that happened the other day. I had just, for the first time, put on an elegant lawn

comes to you laden with the perfume of pig-styes or Set down, I beg of you !" dress (you should have seen it, six flounces, ruffled-beau- distilleries. Oh, of all the cities in the world, the These exclamations rattled around our ears the tiful!) and only run in two doors above us to show it to a approach to ours landwise is the most repulsive and other evening from a party of elegantly-dressed friend, when, ugh! I found all down the side a great streak the most disgraceful. It is absolutely a frightful col- ladies and gentleman at one of Jullien's concerts. of horrid yellow spittle, which somebody had squirted on me. lection of unsightly, unwholesome, and festering Oh, ghost of Lindley Murray!

Canst thou lie Wasn't I in a rage, though? Oh, if I could have caught the beast who did it, I'd-I'd-I really can't tell what I would objects. And is it not plain that the Central Park quietly in thy grave and hear these things? Does have done, but something desperate I'm sure. But I must would remove these nuisances ? at least, mainly. it not put you to the blush to see how, in this Your suffering reader,

Would not the avenues that would surround it soon goodly town, these and other solecisms contin ually EMILY W

be selected, because of the natural beauties so near, fall from the lips of the beautiful, the young, and Sir,-1 agree with you that, if the ladies were generally as advantageous and delightful situations for gentle- the intelligent ? Does it not stir your blood someoutspoken upon the subject of “ Julia’s” grievance, it might men’s villas? Why, let the Central Park become what to hear from the purse-proud, the place-proud, become in a degree mitigated. I think, sir, that it should be but a fixed and existing fact, and in a little while all the caste-proud, from would-be-statesmen, learned looked upon as a national reproach which patriotism would the main approaches to our city would be lined by divines, accomplished M.D.'s, these vulgar errors be well employed in seeking to remove. For my part, I de

beautiful cottages. And then we should have a continually dropping ? Oh, it offends us to the sire the character of the American gentleman to become so elevated and refined as to be an acknowledged model for the retreat wherein all who are city-bound can frequently very soul to see, as we often do, an animated, intelworld, and it seems to me that the first step towards such an and freely partake of all the charms and beauties of ligent, beautiful woman mar her sentences by these aim must be the proscription of a practice that at present the country. A retreat wherein, sir, you can prance vile and most atrocious errors. They are by no degrades and stigmatizes it. I allude now more particularly your steed and bound along in the exhilirating delight means confined to a class. We hear them in the to the habit of chewing tobacco. Smoking does not appear of your glorious exercise.

drawing-room, the pulpit, on the stage, on the to possess so many objections, inasmuch as expectoration is the great evil. I believe that this is the only country in the

“But ah, the cost, the cost of all this !"

street. Reader, can we not reform them altoworld where saliva is so indiscriminately scattered about ; Why, yes, the cost ! How much think you is gether!

“ Dear me,



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“ While divorces," writes a friend east-

MODERN literature, in this progressive ward “are getting so plenty elsewhere, and the what startling term a cotemporary bestows upon us. age, is often given in its brightest efforts in the methods of procuring them being equally, on the · Dangerous !” exclaimed we, as our eye fell upon advertising columns of our morning paper. Poetry other side, at a premium, we recollect a story of an the paragraph, and beginning to wax a little wroth, is now consecrated to trade-in every other form it old clergyman in Massachusetts, now many years Dangerous ! Infamous ! Such an epithet! But is considered obsolete and prosy. The National gathered to his fathers. A couple applied to him let us see a little further : “The great danger of the Epic, when one is written, will undoubtedly appear one day, asking him what he could advise them “ New York Journal” lies in the impossibility of in the shape of a huge advertisement, its heroes under the circumstances to do ; .for,' urged they, collecting sufficient nerve to lay it down until it is Genin and Lyon, and its story a tale of Broadway. 'you married us, and it's very plain we can't live finished, as its contents are of that engrossing In the meanwhile, we are provided with abundant together! We must be divorced!' The old gentle- character that the god of sleep is driven from his lighter effusions, and as a specimen of what poetry man, like many others of his school, was exceed-throne, and rheumatic aches and pains entirely for- is doing, and to what uses it is put, we clip the folingly shrewd, and full of expedients ; so instantly gotten for the time being.' Ah! we beg your par- lowing elegant extract ” from a morning paper, bidding them stand before him, back to back, he don, sir! That's quite another thing. We lift our where it prefixed a bootmaker’s announcement :addressed them : There,' concluded he now, do hat to you, sir.”

A little glovo stirs up my heart, as tides stir up the ocean, both of you go different ways ; and never come

A SHOEMAKER, who evidently has bis And snow-white muslin, when it fits, wakes many a curious together again so long as you live! They did as eye open to all the catches of trade, is about to intro- notion : he told them; but whether that untying was suffi- duce a new style of shoe, to be called the cornucopia ; All sorts of lady fixins thrill my feelings, as they'a orter, ciently thorough to enable either of the parties to for he says they are to be made large enough to But little female gaiter boots are death, and nothing shorter !

And just to put you on your guard venture upon matrimonial expedients again, hardly accommodate, without crowding, as many corns as a

I'll give you short and brief,
appears with the history.”
lady or a gentleman may see fit to cultivate. What

A small hotel experience.
The soul—the true soul sees itself mir- the secret of the thing is, we don't know ; but we

Which filled my heart with grief.

Last Summer, at the Clarendon rored in all the objects that surround us. Nature is have an idea that all who wear such articles abroad

I stopped a week or more, something more than a mere economy” of exist- much, may very properly be called corn-stalk-ers !

And marked two “ boot-ies” every morn ence. There is a living humanity pulsing through it all,

A CORRESPONDENT assures us that the in

Before my neighbor's door ; from flower to star. We perceive material objects cident related below is strictly true. If so, it is quite the Two boots with patent-leather tips, only through our senses, which may be called the queerest idea we ever heard advanced in reference

Two boots which seemed to say,

“An angel trots around in us"windows of the soul, which lets in light to the real to the subject of qualifications for participation in the

Thoy stole my heart away. and inner nature, that we take in the true meaning sacrament. A highly illiterate itinerant minister,

And often in my nightlv dreams of nature, in the many forms it holds out to us. As who claimed no special denominational privileges as

They swept beforo my face. with the artist, there must be an eye within his eye, such, when the hour for the observance of the rite

A lady growing out of them,

As flowers grow from a vase. so with him who has begun truly to live, there arrived, rose and observed :

But, ah! one morn I saw a sight must be a life within the life, feeding itself on all “Those present that believe in their hearts they're

Which struck me like a stonethings that the good God has spread out for his either going to heaven or hell, are wanted to unite

Some other name was on the book : contemplation. with us! I wish that no others would presume to

These boots were not alone!
partake on this occasion !"

A great tall pair of other boots
A FRIEND hands us the following :-

Wero standing by their side.
At an inquest lately held on the body of a man

An esteemed friend of ours once had

And off they walked that afternoon, found drowned, a novel attempt at resuscitation, but a good-for-nothing little black fellow, some twelve

And with them walked--a bride! one, we should imagine, that would prove quite or fourteen years old, as a waiter boy, and after

We are not very nervous, nor do we effective, was brought to light; the witnesses enduring his pranks and mischief for some year or

indulge much in timid apprehensions, but just imaexamined were two rather rough looking Irishmen so, was at length obliged to send him adrift to look in pea-jackets and red whiskers.

after himself in the world. Not a great while after gine the effect of the following lines upon even a “Well,” said the coroner, “when you first took parting with little cuffy, his former master, having courageous man as they catch his ego just as he is this body from the water, did you endeavor to restore occasion to go to Albany, met him on board the coolly sipping his coffee and gleaning the news :animation ?" steamboat, where he was employed in the capacity READ THE TRUE AMERICAN-The only American

paper published in New-York, for this week. It con“That we did, yer honor,” replied the spokes- of steward's assistant, and addressing him, he said:

“Well, Tom, are you as bad as ever ?man.

tains powerful articles to enlighten the American people on “What measures did you resort to !" continued answered the young rascal

, with a grin that brought American Protestant in this country. Americans who do

into bold relief every one of his white grinders ; not wish to be assassinatod in the public streots, will do well the coroner. “ Plaze yer honor, Teddy an' I rifled his pockets, “ l'se got no bad examples now, sir."

to read this independent paper. and he niver once stirred."

What sweltering weather we are hav- Rather startling! It makes one think of St. BarThe jury immediately pronounced a: verdict of ing to be sure ! Oh, for one long, full, deeptholomew and Bloody Mary, and the Popish riots “ taken from the water stone dead."

draught of mountain air, or for a glorious tumble in that so tormented (in imagination mostly) the good

the cool surf! Blessed are they who can enjoy old citizens of London. But most fortunately, with Who is the author of this most consol- these things, and most blessed are they who can the frightful evil so freely prophecied above, a mode atory bit of poetry, and quite as sweet as it is con- bury all remembrances of city life, and during these of safety is considerately shown. If we do not solatory?

months of July and August give themselves up to wish to be assassinated (which, we are bold to say, The wisest of us all, when wo

the enjoyment of vigorous country air. The most neither of us, reader, do wish to be), we have only Darkens our narrow.path below,

felicitous existence that we can imagine just now is to buy a copy of this “independent paper." Easy Are childish to the last degree, that of the mermaids. We try to imagine their

safety-valve! Although, if to read tho paper were And think what is, must always be.

cool caves as we look up at the thermometer before It rains, and there is gloom around, us, which marks its 96o. Ninety-six only! one would be something worse than the chance of the

necessary to secure a means of safety, the remedy Slippery and sullen is the ground, And slow the step ; within our sight would think, from the perspiration that beads our

evil. Nothing is cheerful, nothing bright. brow so thickly, that it ought to mark a somewhat

PUNCH, speaking of femalo physicians, Meanwhile the sun on high, although

higher number than that. But then, while we have thus parodies the well-known lines of Scott :We will not think it can be so,

to be bobbing about here and there, this same therIs shining at this very hour In all his glory, all his power, mometer has nothing in the world to do but be quiet

Oh, woman! In our hours of case,

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ; And when the cloud is past, again and keep cool, and who the dickens couldn't under

When pain and anguish wring the brow, Will dry up every drop of rain. circumstances so favorable!

A ministering M. D. thou.”

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One of the most piquant stories told at mind just at this moment, which our readers may

IN “Lloyd's Scandinavian Adventures," present in Parisian circles is the following: not all have heard. It seems that this innocent we find the following comical story of a “ remarkable

child of nature had a friend living in a town several shot" :An author, who had obtained a certain success without having a brilliant celebrity, seemed to be particularly favored miles off, and that the name of her friend was

A certain individual who wås more famous for his Mnn. hy fortune ; his position had always been independent, and Peggy. So she formed the day to

chausen stories than as a shot, was once relating, amongst his circumstances easy; the critics had been indulgent ; and walk over to the town, and make a visit. The pre- other things, that when he, as an officer in the campaign of in the commencement of his literary career he had inspired parations were all made, and the journey under- 1813, was on a march to Suabia (whero, by the byo, he had a lively affection in a woman, young, charming, and rich; taken. On arriving at the edge of the town, much never

been), he had

killed an immense stag, in such a manwhose husband he became. From this moment he enjoyed

ner, that the bullet not only went through the hind foot, but a bappiness which nothing troubled ; with his increase or to her surprise she found her way obstructed by a

the ear of the animal. Every one laughed, as well they fortune, it is not to be supposed that friends and flatterers toll-gate, thrown exactly across the road. Walking might. fell away-far from it. He wrote when it suited him; and up to it, however, she commenced knocking smartly "Is it not all true ?" inquired the narrator of the story to the librarians were eager to possess his manuscripts : his with her knuckles. This she persisted in doing for his servant, who stood behind a chair. “You were, I rebooks arrived at a second edition in a wonderfully short time ; those who had formerly doubted his talent, had notha long time. The gate-keeper at length seeing her member, present on the oocasiou.”

“Yes, to be sure, sir," said John very seriously. “It was ing to object to the fact that his works always sold ; the first engaged in so ludicrous an operation, came out and at Neustadt, close by the great linden tree. The deer had, edition was exhausted in five or six weeks ; few of his con- asked her what she wanted. “Is this Croaker- pardon me for saying so, some vermin about his head, and frères could say so much. But man is the great enemy of his town ?" she inquired, innocently looking up at him, was scratching it. In the same moment you fired and hit own bappiness, and when he is favored by fortuno, he him from the last view of her knuckles.

Yaas," said him in the way described.” self attacks his prosperity. Having sought for a subject

Every one now laughed still more. But the amiable John about which to make himself unhappy, ho at length took it he, with a drawl. Then, is Peggy in?" she

whispered in his master's ear: into dis head to be jealous of his wife, the most virtuous of asked, her face glowing with happy expectation.

“ Another time, my noble sir, do not put your lies so far women, and perfectly devoted to him: the suspicion was as

Jullien has departed. He shall wave apart ; for this time I had great dificulty in bringing them absurd as it was cruel ; but, once conceived, he found a thou. sand reasons to confirm the opinion. His wifo was in the his magic baton for us no more. His waistcoat,


DANIEL Webster stated that he had habit of going out frequently unaccompanied, and with a cer- his gloves, his cravat, in all their unapproachable tain mystery ; she spends a good deal of money. One day white e88, have passed away forever. His busts been a member of the Massachusetts Legislature be enters his wife's apartment suddenly, when she does not and portraits shall no longer grace the Broadway but twelve days, we believe it was, and the only expect to see him ; he observes her close hastily, and with some confusion, a cabinet, the key of which she tries to con

shop windows, and his gay placards shall no longer law in whose framing he ever had any legislative coal. This manæuvre does not escape his observation, but adorn our brick walls. Ah, wonderful Jullien ! interest or influence, was one concerning the prohe commands his foelings.

Farewell; we ne'er shall look upon thy like again. tection of trout in brooks; that law, he was proud What is the matter, chère amie !" says he, “ you seem Thy grand music, elegant humbug, and refined to say, was triumphantly passed, and stands among agitated."

"Nothing ; there is nothing at all the matter with me," clap-trap shall no more delight our senses, make the statutes to this day. It should stand, forever, replies the lady with some embarrassment.

merry our hearts, or fleece our dollars. So, fare- a monument of the piscatorial foresight of one of “You did not expect me, and you appear annoyed by my well !

the greatest of our anglers or statesmen. prosenco." But while Jullien's departure leaves a mighty gap

We were conversing with a young lady “What an idea !"

in the musical world, yet the ensuing season is to ome few evenings ago at a literary reunion, and as “Let this trifling end, madame, you can deceive me no longer."

be a very marked one. The grand new opera house she had been introduced as a poetess, we of course "I do not understand you."

in Fourteenth street, and the Phænix Theatre, now touched on poetry. It was not many minutes "Give me tho koy of that cabinet, which you have in your erecting on the site of the old Metropolitan Hall, before she had run through the stereotyped list of hand, madamo ?”

will each open early in the autumn with opera. favorite authors, when she concluded with Byron, At these words the lady's confusion increased ; in vain How they are both to be supported, we are puzzled asserting her conviction that he was the greatest sho implored her husband to roject his unjust suspicions. " The key! give me the key!" persisted he.

But there really will undoubtedly be a poet that ever wrote. We modestly hinted that "Take caro, we are not alone, monsieur,” said she. stimulant to great exertion on the part of each fac- we preferred according that distinguished position

Two persons had arrived during the dispute, and from u hat tion, and the result will be some great efforts that to Shakspeare ; upon which, with an unaffected they had hoard, guessed the subject of the discussion.

if not profitable to the movers, will be edifying to laugh at our simplicity, she cried : “Why, Shak"I desire to have witnesses.” exclaimed the now furious

the public. agthor ; and theso, who are your relations, are doubly wel

speare wasn't a poet; his plays don't rhyme' come to me; they will judge between us. I am convinced In the way of summer amusements, Niblo's, with

A GREEN Yankee stepped from a steamthere is some one concealed in that cabinet. Give me the the enchanting Ravels, is the most popular place of boat a few days since on one of our wharves, and key."

resort. Whatever we may think of the perform- so confounded was he by the confusion and turmoil “I swear to you there is no one." “Then why refuse to open it ?"

ances, the theatre itself is by far the prettiest and of the scene, the jam of vehicles, the crowds of "Sparo me, or rather spare yourself this humiliation, mon the pleasantest in the city. Wallack's is closed; carmen and hackmen shouting and jostling, that he

at the Broadway, Barney Williams and his wifo sought the shelter of the boat again in the utmost “Will you oblige me to use violence, and take the key by attract with their highly humorous delineations ; at consternation. force ?" “Do then as you will," said tho lady giving him the key

the cheaper theatres, hot melo-dramas correspond Why, friend,” said a bystander to him, “you with a trembling hand. Tho husband took the key, opened with the hot weather; the Negro Minstrels draw seem to be in trepidation." the cabinet, exclaiming,

full houses of fun-loving audiences ; and the Crystal “Wall, I'll be blasted,” returned he, opening his “ Sortez, monsieur.”

Palace continues to give attraction to strangers and eyes in astonishment, “ ain't I in York after all ? But no one appeared ; and ho stood gazing with a bewil. citizens.

In Trepidation, am I? I'll be darned if I ever hoerd dered air on the threshold. There was no one there ; bat from the floor to the ceiling was piled books, nothing but

We take it upon ourselves deliberately, of that place afore ?" books, his own works; his generous devoted wifo had bought to suggest to toy-makers, especially those who deal

As good a criticism, and as true a one, up all his works as they appeared ; and here was the secret in sweetened ones, a new subject for the illustration too, as we have heard lately, was made by an acof his literary successes. His unjust and insulting suspic of their talents; and that is no less a personage than quaintance of ours not long ago, of whom we sought cions brought their own punishment ; his illusions are for ever destroyed, and so are those of the people who wondered his sable majesty, Old Nick! And that we may not to know what he thought of the performance of a at, and envied tho rapid sale of his productions ; for the wit- seem at all presumptuous in this, nor yet appear to popular orator, the evening before. “ Wasn't ho nesses, on whoso presence ho had congratulated himself, to have stolen a good idea from another one much extremely fluent ?” we inquired. “Did he betray took care to spread the news, which is no longer a secret.

more prolific than ourselves, we give our authority, any hesitation in framing his sentences ?" A very suggestive way of obtaining literary fame, -Shakspeare himself. He says somewhere in -not a bit,” was the answer we got ; “ not a bit." certainly, and the whole story very French like. Hamlet, we believe,

He talked well enough; he talked very well ; but “ with devotion's visage

he didn't seem to talk anything but words !” That An old story, but a good one, of a sim

And pious action, we do sugar o'er

was the piercing of the bone and marrow of the ple country maid somewhere in England, comes to

The Devil himself.

whole matter.

to see.


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Of course,

dear reader, you have noted well the exquisite picture, “ Harvest,” on the first page of this number. It is a beautiful companion to the one called “ Haymaking," which we gave in our last. These rural pictures always have a great charm. In most of us they revive recollections of the old Homestead, with its wealth of orchards and meadows, and fish ponds, all of which might be so eloquent of things done in the boyhood time. And to all, they suggest visions of peace, beauty, and happiness. These pictures are from the pencil of Harrison Weir, one of the very best artists of the present time, whose productions are remarkable for their fidelity to nature, their spirit, and their vigorous power.

It is suggested that as now the dog-law is in force, there shall be each day a bell tolled to their extinct memories, in each district of the city, to be styled the cur-few bell. We have no doubt the dogs will agree to it, if wiser people don't.

A MACHINE has been invented, so we learn upon authority which we dare not impeach, for extracting the square root and solving difficult sums in arithmetic-in fact a new kind of Ready Reckoner. There is no doubt in the world but that some of these days machinery is to do all sorts of labor both physical and mental. Just imagine the convenience of the thing. And when to top all. a machine is invented something upon the plan of the fairy's purse which always contained one guinea no matter how frequent your demands were upon itin plain English a cash-supplying machine, why then the crowning glory of mechanism is attained. Speed that hour!

We have just met an amusing story of a showman who was describing to a select audience the wonders which were to be seen in his picture of Waterloo. Amongst the ludicrous expressions which he gave vent to, was the following: “In the centre is the Duke of Wellington, riding on a white horse, but you can't see him for the smoke !"

A FRIEND of ours, who keeps a bookstore in Nassau street, related to us, the other day, the story of a green Irishman who came into the store and inquired for the novel of “The Wife's Secret.”. “ There is no novel by that name; but there is a play so called.” “ A play !” exclaimed the Irishman, suddenly growing enlightened. “A play. that must be it, for sure the lady plays on the piano !

An exchange says: "A Saxon gentleman, whose name is Schuaschenhayenkleisterseixestern, is about to become a citizen of the United States." He must be the descendant of a long line and a monopolist of the alphabet. What must our citizens do when called upon to pronounce it? Is there no way of naturalizing his name as well as himself?

The great Dryden said that if a straw could be made an instrument of happiness, it would be unwise to despise it. How often has a straw been our instrument of happiness ! How often by its medium have we tasted of rapture unspeakable ! Ah, sherry cobbler! Thou glorious invention ! thou blissful concoction! Could Dryden prophetically have dreamed of the invention of this unmatched preparation? Undoubtedly. To what else could he have referred, or in what other way could he expect a straw to be a means of happiness?

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Deep into that darkness peering,
Long I stood there wondering fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal

Ever dared to dream before ;
But the silence was unbroken,
And the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken

Was the whisper'd word “Lenore !"
This I whisper'd, and an echo

Murmured back the word " Lenore !"
Merely this, and nothing more.


Then into the chamber turning,
All my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping

Somewhat louder than before.
“ Surely,” said I, “ surely that is
Something at my window latice ;
Let me see, then, what thereat is,

And this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment,

And this mystery explore :-
'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"

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Open hero I ftung the shutter,
When, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepp'd a stately raven

of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he ;
Not an instant stopp'd or stay'd he ;
But, with mien of lord or lady,

Perch'd above my chamber door-
Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas

Just above my chamber door-
Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more.



[The familiar acquaintance of the public with Poe's masterpiece, "The Raven,” might well cause some surprise at its republication in this Journal. But the reader will readily perceive that our object is to present the new and beautiful illustration which accompanies it, which is so admirable as a work of art that it gives new interest to Poe's immortal lines.-ED. ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK JOURNAL.]

Then this ebony bird beguiling
My sad fancy into smiling
By the grave and stern decorum

or the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
Though,” I said, “ art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven,
Wandering from the Nightly shore-

m what thy lordly name is

the Night's Plutonian shoro ?" Quoth the raven “Nevermore.”


NCE upon a midnight dreary,

While I ponderd, weak and wcary
Over many a quaint and curious

Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping,

Rapping at my chamber door. “ 'Tis some visitor,” I mutter'd,

" Tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”

And the silken, sad uncertain
Rustling of each purple curtain
Thrill'd me--fill'd me with fantastic

Terrors never felt before ;
So that now, to still the beating
Of my heart, I stood repeating,
“ 'Tis some visitor entreating

Entrance at my chamber door
Somo lato visitor entreating 7

Entrance at my chamber door ;

This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger ;
Hesitating then no longer,
“Sir," said 1, " or Madam, truly

Your forgiveness I implore ;
But the fact is I was napping,
And so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping,

Tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you,”—

Here I open'd wide the door :
Darkness there, and nothing more!

Much I marvell’d this ungainly
Fowl to hoar discours so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-

Little relevancy boro;
For we cannot help agreeing
That no living human being
Ever yet was bless'd with seeing

Bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured

Bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore."


Ah, distinctly I remember,
It was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember

Wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wish'd the morrow ;
Vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-

Sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden

Whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

But the raven sitting lonely
On the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in

That one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he utter'd-
Not a loather then he flutter'd-
Till I scarcely more than mutter'd

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