themselves before taking any meals in temperate water, not cold nor warm, and during the hot season they will be seated in temperate water for some minutes taking care not to be in perspiration at that time.

4. Dinners and breakfasts will be moderate and at reg

ular times, and at 12 o'clok in the noon they will take a glass of limonade, barley water, orange or tamarind water, without being transpiring at that time.

5. If foreigness ought to remain in this country, it would be good for them to live in the interior for the first 2 or 3 years, procuring to live in the most higher climates during the hot season and not to come back to the ports untill

December or January when the cold weather is come.

Following these rules and advises they will by degrees get aclimatation, and if yellow fever will come it will be very moderate and easily to be cured.

6. Those whose temperament is very sanguinous ought to be bleeded moderately by doctor's advises as they arrive to this country, and when they feel some kidneyach and headach, with white colour in the tongue and heaviness in the eyes they will call the doctor immediately without loss of time if the wish to conserve their lives as some time after may be late. If the atack is violent they will drink immediately a glass of sweet olive oil with some drops of limon or bitter orange mean time the doctor comes drinking afterwards linseed or white mallow, or tamarind boiled water cold moderately and procuring perspiration in bed. Aproved by the Board of health and City council. Redacted and published by

JOHN CRESPO DE LA SERNA. MATANZAS-FERRO CARRIL PRINTING OFFICE.

MANY persons, when wanting a marriage-license, would go by mistake into Phil Hoyne's instead of Charley Farwell's, the County Clerk's, for it, in Chicago.

outside the building was excited to the highest degree, and made a demonstration as if they would seize and maltreat the distinguished prisoner. Mr. alarmed for Burr's safety; and in that courtly manClay, then just rising into fame, became somewhat ner for which he was always so remarkable, said, "Mr. Burr, whatever may be the excitement in the street, depend upon it I will be answerable for your personal safety." At the remark the fine eye of Burr flashed with lurid fire, and drawing himself up with a dignity that seemed overpowering, he replied, "Mr. Clay, I have never been placed in any circumstances where I could not protect myself."

SOME of the finest specimens of oratory in the world are to be found among the Western stump speakers. They excel particularly in a style not set down in the books, which may be termed "the inference." Can any thing be more to the purpose than the following passages?

"Gentlemen, I have heard of some persons who hold to the opinion that just at the precise moment one human being dies another is born, and that the just-departed soul enters and animates the new-born babe. Now, I have made particular and extensive inquiries concerning my opponent there, and I find that for some time previous to his nativity nobody died!"

"Colonel Skinner, of Texas," who was going it on "a high figure" before the right kind of audience, thus settled a long-disputed fact in history and "elevated" himself.

"CHARLEY FARWELL,-Give this man a license.-O.K. -Able to support as many wives as the law requires.

Poor fellow!

PHIL HOYNE."

"I HAVE a little wee cousin about three years old, full of fun and life. I paid his parents a visit not long ago, and the first face that I saw at the door was little George's, beaming with pleasure. I went up to him, and exclaimed, playfully, 'Why, George, what do you do for a living now?' Without a moment's hesitation he answered, 'I eats!'"

A LITTLE boy once had committed to memory, for recitation at a Sunday-school, that beautiful Psalm of David, the Twenty-third. When he got to the verse which says, "Thou anointest my head with oil," he sort of stumbled; but recovering himself he said, "Thou anointest my head with cologne!"

"GOING into the room of my friend Wm. B. Sthe other morning suddenly, I found him engaged at his toilet. He said, 'You have found dis here Bill in dishabille!"

JUDGE ROWAN, of Kentucky, was one of the most remarkable men of that State, and one of the few who approached Mr. Clay in his manners and great power of conversation. We had the good fortune of being fascinated by his intellectual powers, and shall ever remember how he held spell-bound all who came within the magic circle of his voice. He stated on one occasion that he was present when Aaron Burr was a prisoner in Louisville, on his way to Richmond to be tried for treason. The populace

I won't! But this much I will say: Tecumsey was killed by one of my pistols; and, gentlemen, I leave it to your knowledge of human nature if a man would be very apt to lend out his pistol on an occa

sion of that sort."

MANY years ago, upon a Western steamer, a group of strange beings sat about a table gambling. For the want of their usual prey they were "eating each other up." Without a word they steadily performed their work, and as one after another lost his all they sullenly retired into the back-ground. Presently one of the "unfortunates" came back to the table, and speaking to the seemingly acknowledged leader, said,

"Bill, I want you to do me a favor." "What is it?" was the gruff response. "Why, I want you to lend me your pistol to blow my brains out.”

The gambler addressed coolly drew out the weapon and handed it over, remarking, "Why, Jim, when you said something about doing you a favor, I thought you wanted to borrow some money. That, you know, you couldn't do. But if it is only to have my shooting-iron to blow yer head off, you know you are welcome to it."

The gambler then went upon the lower-deck of the boat, and deliberately seating himself with his feet over the bows, he drove the fatal bullet through his head and fell into the water. The powerful steamer plowed over the place where he disappeared, but the passengers, as they looked back, saw no evidence that the body ever escaped the embrace of the under whirlpool currents of the Mississippi. The gamblers about the table pursued their avocation, and never displayed the least curiosity to learn the

fate of their companion; and long before the day was passed the circumstance was apparently forgotten, for among the desperadoes of the Southwest there had been witnessed no uncommon tragedy.

"KIRBY's dying" is still the standard of all death scenes among the theatre-goers, and any one who pays the last debt of nature, on the theatrical stage, in a becoming manner, is considered a "slow engine" and treated with due contempt. Every one admires the heroism in a sea-fight where the ship's crew nail the ensign to the mast; and Kirby's introduction of the American flag in Richard the Third, and wrapping it around the kingly person just before he "pegged out," had a touch of the heroic about it, after all. Garrick died decently and in order when he played the hump-backed tyrant, and it was not until Edmund Kean changed the taste of the public that the "modern gyrations" and "hyfalutens" were considered by critics of taste "just the thing." The following extract, which illustrates this idea, was written before the "Kirby school" had any existence, and lets the reader into the mental operations of a cultivated man who, in England, witnessed Kean for the first time, entirely unprepared for the "physical exhibition" by any precedent. The gentleman says:

"I have seen critics convulsed with ecstasy, and the whole house in a roar of delight at a death scene of Roscius Kean. On receiving his first wound, he doubled himself up like a tobacco-worm, and announced the accident by a broad grin. Anon he received another poke, which caused him to stagger and fall upon one knee, where he delighted the audience with several displays of determined valor, grinning terribly all the while. On receiving the third push, he wheeled round, staggered, stamped, and fenced with the air like a blind game-cock, until finally he received the coup de grace, which caused him to jump up two yards, and fall down in the most affecting manner. Now, Heaven be praised! thought I, the man is dead at last. But I was out of my reckoning, for then began the cream of the affair; the rollings, the contortions, the gnashings of teeth, the bitings of the dust, the gropings about for the sword, and finally the great flip-flap which crowns all. I vow to you one of these first-rate actors is as hard to kill as our Missouri bears, which, it is said, are so tenacious of life that a bullet or two through the vitals is a mere flea-bite."

Now who ever said harder things of Kirby in his "best estate?" And yet this was written by a very clever man about Kean, and might be repeated as characteristic of some living celebrities.

Is the rage for making fortunes in the California trade, Charley Peck bought, among other truck to take out and sell in the new world, a large lot of pease, and sent them from New York around the Horn. He went by the way of Panama, and arrived ahead of his pease.

When they did come nobody wanted them, and Charley was stuck, as the pease were when growing. What should he do? He must mind his pease, and get rid of them some way. He soon learned that feed for mules was very scarce, and the thought struck him that pease would be the thing. He went to a neighbor and hired a mule for ten days; starved him till he took to pease like thistles or clover. Off went Charley to a feed store, and offered his pease for mule feed. The dealer objected, as he had never heard that mules would eat

pease. They adjourned to the yard, where Charley's mule was munching them. This settled the matter, and Charley sold his pease at a grand profit. But the rest of the mules would not eat them, and the dealer found his pease on hand and no sale.

KISSING is not to be talked about; one practical demonstration is worth a thousand prosaic descriptions. The emotions of anger, fear, doubt, hope, and joy have been appropriately described; but no one has done justice to a warm, loving kiss. We find in the Drawer several attempts. One is by a young lady still in the dreamy regions of girlhood. She sings:

"Let thy arms twine

Around me like a zone of love;
And thy fond lip, so soft,

To mine be passionately pressed,
As it has been so oft."

This is cold enough, surely. We next have something better; the heart has made advances, and speaks from experience:

"Sweetest love,

Place thy dear arm beneath my drooping head,
And let me lowly nestle in thy heart;
Then turn those soul-lit orbs on me, and press
My panting lips, to taste the ecstasy
Imparted by each long, lingering kiss."

Alexander Smith seems to have been electrified by a kiss; one made him feel as if he were “walking on thrones"-a figure quite as remarkable as the old deacon's, who, upon taking too much ciderbrandy, likened his sensations to being on top of a meeting-house, and having every shingle turned into a Jews-harp. But let us hear Alexander:

"My soul leaped up beneath thy timid kiss;
What then to me were groans,

Or pain, or death? Earth was a round of bliss,
I seemed to walk on thrones!"

It has been reserved, however, for an editor to make the manner of kissing a business; for we hear of one-hailing, we believe, from the State of Delaware-who gives the recipe with a business air that would do honor to a cookery-book. He says: "Of course you must be taller than the lady you kiss: take her right hand in yours, and draw her so gently toward you that you do not derange the economy of her tippet or ruffle-your left arm will find its place without instruction; at the same time the lady will throw her head back, and you have nothing to do but to lean a little forward, and the thing is done. Don't make a noise about it, as if you were firing percussion caps; don't pounce down upon it like a hungry hawk after an innocent dove; but silently revel in the sweet blissfulness of your opportunity, without ever once smacking your lips as you would over a bowl of turtle-soup, or the glorious appearance of a well-roasted duck."

A LADY in Boston writes:

"A good story is told of a certain inhabitant of this metropolis, which seems to me worthy of being embalmed in the memories of the million readers, more or less, of the incomparable Drawer.

"Our friend being thirsty, and having a decided antipathy to the sparkling Cochituate, concluded that a glass of fresh and foaming ale would satisfy his desires. But how shall it be procured? for a reference to his finances discloses the unwelcome fact that he has no money. However, the liquor must be had by fair means or by foul. Firmly convinced of the justice of such a decision, he repairs to the W House, and boldly calls for a glass. Tasting the nectar, our friend blandly remarks to the

waiter :

"Excellent ale-most excellent ale! Pray tell me, waiter, whose ale is this?'

"That, Sir, is Richardson's ale,' was the prompt reply.

"Drinking the rest, he coolly remarks: "Richardson's ale-indeed-ahem! Well, I'm pretty well acquainted with Richardson, and when I see him again I'll pay him for this. Good-morning!"

"LITTLE IDA is three years and a half old, and is quite an observer of matters and things in general. She is domiciled with her grandmother, a devout old lady, who, on the fourth of January, felt it her duty to observe the day as designated by the President, and attended church, or, as it was explained to Ida, 'went to fast meeting.' The service happened to be quite short. The next Sunday Grandma' attended church again, and this time went early in the morning, and the church being at some little distance, remained at a friend's, not returning until after the VOL. XXIII.-No. 134.-S*

afternoon service. No sooner did she enter the door than she was greeted by these words from Ida, who had been impatiently awaiting her return: Grandma, you have been to slow meeting to-day, haven't you?'"

"CLARA S, a little Buffa.onian, about three and a half years old, has no very well defined notions of the modus operandi of imparting color to the 'ladies from Africa.' One day, being at the house of a neighbor, who has an old, fat, and very black female domestic, after looking at her intently for a moment, propounded the following:

"Aunty, would you been so brack ef you'd allers minded your mamma, and wored your "shaker" every time when you run'd out doors?""

"LITTLE ANNIE, my neighbor's child, had the misfortune of losing a little dog of which she was very fond. After shedding many tears over its lifeless body, she at length said, with a long-drawn sigh, 'Well, I suppose God wanted the little thing, so he took it home!'"

IN Newark, New Jersey, during the Millerite excitement in 1844, a cobbler, about the time fixed for the consummation of all earthly things, being strong in the faith, shut up his shop, and posted a notice outside "No more work done here. The Lord is coming." As the Lord did not come according to expectation, and not being a second Elijah, he was soon fain to reopen his shop and peg away as usual; but to keep his faith lively, as well as to admonish the world, he placed on the wall opposite his bench -"The end of all things is at hand." One of his customers read it over, and repeated it musingly: "The end of all things it at hand.' What?" said he, "the waxed end?"

IN one of the interior towns of Massachusetts resided a thrifty family of Friends (or Quakers), whose family of well-grown-up sons and daughters were ripe for the enjoyment of parties in their neighborhood.

Their worthy parents, Timothy and Comfort, had arranged to attend Quarterly Meeting about twenty miles from their house, and as it was their custom not to return home the same night, the young people of the neighborhood had concluded to have a frolic at Friend Timothy's house. It was winter; and at an early hour the sleigh-bells were heard merrily arriving, and the party was soon in full blast, and were having a play called Disguise, where one of the girls would go to Friend Comfort's wardrobe, and one of the boys go to Friend Timothy's, and then appear in the room of the party. While that play was in full blast Friend Timothy and Comfort unexpectedly returned home; and while Timothy was tying and covering his horse, Comfort hastened to the house, and entering all muffled up, was taken to be one of the party, whereat all began to gather about and embrace her; when she made out to show her face, a stampede ensued which baffles description. George Jones rushed out on the porch and ran off at the wrong end of it, which was about four feet from the ground, and fell sliding down the sloping yard toward the gate, on his hands and knees, encountering Friend Timothy and upsetting him, where he bawled out, at the top of his voice,

"Samwell! Samwell! didn't I tell thee when I left home to be sure and shut up the calf at night; now see what he has done!"

George Jones did not blaat, but got his sleigh ready, and he and his partner were soon off, and that party ended for that night.

LAST January a friend in Boston wrote to the Drawer in such pleasant words as these: