Whose contents exhibit so often a hash,
Oddly compounded of all kinds of trash,

That I wonder, whenever I chance to inspect them,
How editors have the bad taste to select them.

WHITTLING-REV. J. PIERPONT.

The Yankee boy, before he's sent to school
Well knows the mysteries of that magic tool,
The pocket-knife. To that his wistful eye
Turns, while he hears his mother's lullaby;
His hoarded cents he gladly gives to get it,
Then leaves no stone unturned until he can whet it;
And in the education of the lad

No little part that implement hath had.

His pocket-knife to the young whittler brings
A growing knowledge of material things.

Projectiles, music, and the sculptor's art,
His chestnut whistle, and his shingle dart,
His elder pop-gun with its hickory rod,
Its sharp explosion and rebounding wad,
His corn-stalk fiddle, and the deeper tone
That murmurs from his pumpkin-stalk trombone,
Conspire to teach the boy. To these succeed
His bow, his arrow of a feathered reed,

His wind-mill, raised the passing breeze to win,
His water-wheel, that turns upon a pin ;
Or, if his father lives upon the shore,

You'll see his ship, "beam ends upon the floor,"
Full rigged with raking masts, and timbers staunch,
And waiting, near the wash-tub, for a launch.

Thus by his genius and his jack-knife driven
Ere long he'll solve you any problem given ;

Make any jim-crack, musical or mute,
A plough, a coach, an organ or a flute;
Make you a locomotive or a clock,
Cut a canal, or build a floating-dock,—

Or lead forth Beauty from a marble block;-
Make anything, in short, for sea or shore,
From a child's rattle to a seventy-four;-

Make it, said I?—Ay, when he undertakes it,
He'll make the thing and the machine that makes it.

And when the thing is made,-whether it be
To move on earth, in air, or on the sea;
Whether on water, o'er the waves to glide,
Or, upon land to roll, revolve, or slide;
Whether to whirl or jar, to strike or ring,
Whether it be a piston or a spring,
Wheel, pulley, tube sonorous, wood or brass,
The thing designed shall surely come to pass;
For, when his hand's upon it, you may know
That there's go in it, and he'll make it go.

A SHORT SERMON ON MALT-ANON.

MR. DODD was a minister who lived many years ago a few miles from Cambridge; and having several times been preaching against drunkenness, some of the Cambridge scholars (conscience which is sharper than a thousand witnesses, being their monitor) were very much offended, and thought he made reflections on them. Some time after, Mr. Dodd was walking towards Cambridge, and met some of the gownsmen, who, as soon as they saw him at a distance, resolved to make some ridicule of him. As soon as he came up, they accosted him with," Your servant, sir!" He replied, "Your servant, gentle'men." They asked him if he had not been preaching very much against drunkenness of late? He answered in the

affirmative. They then told him they had a favor to beg of him, and it was that he would preach a sermon to them there, from a text they should choose. He argued that it was an imposition, for a man ought to have some consideration before preaching. They said they would not put up with a denial, and insisted upon his preaching immediately (in a hollow tree which stood by the road side) from the word MALT. He then began, "Beloved, let me crave your attention. I am a little man-come at a short notice-to preach a short sermon-from a short text-to a thin congregation-in an unworthy pulpitBeloved, my text is Malt. I cannot divide it into sentences, there being none; nor into words, there being but one; I must, therefore, of necessity, divide it into letters, which I find in my text to be these four-MALT

M is Moral.

A is Allegorical.
L is Literal.

T is Theological.

"The Moral, is to teach you rustics good manners; therefore, M, my Masters; A, All of you; L, Leave off; T, Tippling. "The Allegorical is, when one thing is spoken of, and another The thing spoken of is Malt; the thing meant is the spirit of Malt; which you rustics make M, your Meat; A, your Apparel; L, your Liberty; and T, your Trust.

meant.

"The Literal is, according to the letters; M, Much; A, Ale; L, Little; T, Trust.

"The Theological is according to the effects it works in some, M, Murder; in others, A, Adultery; in all, L, Looseness of life; and in many, T, Treachery.

"I shall conclude the subject, First, by way of exhortation. M, my Masters; A, All of you; L, Listen; T, To my Text. Second, by way of Caution. M, My Masters; A, All of you; L, Look for T, Truth. Third, by way of communicating the Truth, which is this: A drunkard is the annoyance of modesty; the spoil of civility; the destruction of

reason; the robber's agent; the alehouse's benefactor; his wife's sorrow; his children's trouble; his own shame; his neighbor's scoff; a walking swill-bowl; the picture of a beast; the monster of a man !"

THE NOSE VERSUS THE EYES.-COWPER,

BETWEEN nose and eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set then unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause,
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning;
While Chief Baron Ear sat to balance the laws,

So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.

"In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,

And your lordship," he said, "will undoubtedly find,
That the nose has had spectacles always to wear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind."

Then holding the spectacles up to the court-
"Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle,
As wide as the ridge of the nose is!—in short,
Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.

Again, would your worship a moment suppose,
('Tis a case that has happened, and may be again,)
That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray, who would, or who could, wear spectacles again?

"On the whole, it appears, and my argument shows,

With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles were plainly made for the Nose,

And the Nose was as plainly intended for them."

Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how,)
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes;
But what were his arguments few people know,
For the court did not think they were equally wise.

So his lordship decreed, with a grave, solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without one if or but,
That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
By day-light, or candle-light-Eyes should be shut.

A POLITICIAN.-G. A. STEVENS.

THIS was one of those many thousand individuals who swarm in and about London, whose times and minds are divided between the affairs of state and the affairs of a kitchen. He was anxious after venison and politics; he believed every cook to be a great genius; and to know how to dress a turtle, comprehended all the arts and sciences together. He was always hunting after newspapers, to read about battles; and imagined soldiers and sailors were only made to be knocked on the head, that he might read an account of it in the papers. He read every political pamphlet that was published on both sides of the question, and was always on his side whom he read last. And then he'd come home in a good or ill temper, and call for his night cap, and pipes and tobacco, and send for some neighbors' to sit with him, and talk politics together.

Ay,

"How do you do, Mr. Costive? Sit down, sit down. these times are hard times; I can no more relish these times than I can a haunch of venison without sweet sauce to it; but, if you remember, I told you we should have warm work of it when the cook threw down the Kian pepper. Ay, ay; I think I know a thing or two; I think I do that's all. But, lud, what signifies what one knows? They don't mind me. You know, I mentioned at our club the disturbances in America, and one of the company took me up, and said, ' What signifies