Naught was there so bulky, but there it would lay, All which some examples more clearly will show. The first thing he weighed was the head of Voltaire,* One time, he put in Alexander the Great, With the garment that Dorcast had made, for a weight, A long row of alms-houses, amply endowed By further experiments (no matter how), He found that ten chariots weighed less than one plow; A lord and a lady went up at full sail, When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale; A famous French infidel writer. Dorcas, called, also, Tabitha, celebrated for her charitable deeds. See Acts ix., 36-42. Ten doctors, ten lawyers, two courtiers, one earl, Last of all, the whole world was bowled in at the grate, CAPTAIN BROWN'S SPEECH TO THE MACKEREL BRIGADE. ORPHEUS C. KERR PAPERS. FELLOW-SOLDATS! (which is French.) It was originally intended to present you with a stand of colors; but the fellowcitizen who was to present it, has only got as far as the hundred and fifty-second page of the remarks he intended to make on the occasion, and it is a military necessity not to wait for him. I have but few words to say, and these are them. Should any of you happen to be killed in the coming battle, let me implore you to die without a groan. It sounds better in history, as well as in the great, heart-stirring romances of the weekly palladiums of freedom. How well it reads, that “Private Muggins received a shot in the neck, and died without a groan!" Soldats! Bullets have been known to pass through the thickest trees, and so I may be shot myself. Should such a calamity befall our distracted country, I shall die without a groan, even though I am a grown person. Therefore, fear nothing. The eyes of the whole civilized world are upon you; and History and Domestic Romance expect to write that you died without a groan ! MR. CRANE'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF HIS COMPANION. WIDOW BEDOTT PAPERS. TRYPHENY CRANE! Trypheny Crane! I used to frequently grumble at my fate, The birds is singin' in the trees, The flowers is blowin' on the plain; I can't submit to't, though I must; My heart is ready for to bust- And, although undoubtedly my loss I can't be reconciled, because " SPEECH OF ORATOR CLIMAX.-ANON. MR. PRESIDENT,-Happiness is like a crow perched upon the neighboring top of a far distant mountain, which some fisherman vainly strives, to no purpose, to ensnare. He looks at the crow, Mr. President,-and-Mr. President, the crow looks at him; and, sir, they both look at each other. But the moment he attempts to reproach him, he banishes away like the schismatic taints of the rainbow, the cause of which, it was the astonishing and perspiring genius of a Newton, who first deplored and enveloped the cause of it. Can not the poor man, sir, precipitate into all the beauties of nature, from the loftiest mounting up to the most humblest valley, as well as the man prepossessed of indigence? Yes, sir; while trilling transports crown his view, and rosy hours allure his sanguinary youth, he can raise his mind up to the laws of nature, incompressible as they are, while viewing the lawless storm that kindleth up the tremenjious roaring thunder, and fireth up the dark and rapid lightenings, and causeth it to fly through the intensity of space, that belches forth those awful and sublime meteors, and roll-abolly-aliases, through the unfathomable regions of fiery hemispheres. Sometimes, sir, seated in some lovely retreat, beneath the shadowy shades of an umbrageous tree, at whose venal foot flows some limping stagnant stream, he gathers around him his wife and the rest of his orphan children. He there takes a retrospective view upon the diagram of futurity, and casts his eye like a flashing meteor forward into the past. Seated in their midst, aggravated and exhaled by the dignity and independence coincident with honorable poverty, his countenance irrigated with an intense glow of self-sufficiency and excommunicated knowledge, he quietly turns to instruct his little assemblage. He there endeavors to distill into their young, youthful minds, useless lessons to guard their juvenile youths against vice and immortality. There, on a clear sunny evening, when the silvery moon is shining forth in all her indulgence and ubiquity, he teaches the first sediments of gastronomy, by pointing out to them the bear, the lion, and many other fixed invisible consternations, which are continually involving upon their axletrees, though the blue cerulean fundamus above. From this vast ethereal he dives with them to the very bottom of the unfathomable oceans, bringing up from thence liquid treasures of earth and air. He then courses with them on the imaginable wing of fancy through the boundless regions of unimaginable either, until, swelling into impalpable immensity, he is for ever lost in the infinite radiation of his own overwhelming genius. MY POOR CRACKED HEART!-S. E. Он dear, oh dear, what shall I do? I sigh a hundred times a day, Companions, friends, I have a score; I've health and competence,-what more I'm young, they say I'm pretty too, cd to mohadAnd yet such sorry symptoms show |