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From the Philadelphia Inquirer.
at ♦ s•UMcan Pont.
During hie captivity at St. Helena, Napoleon
in an excursion oyer the Island, took the plough
from the hands of a farmer, and skilfully traced a
furrow of considerable length."
The hero of an hundred fields,
Close prieoned in hie rocky isle,
Sought that delight which Nature yields
Man's troubled spirit to beguile;
Hie schemes of boundless pride were foiled—
Gone was hie dream of glory now;
He turned where rustic labor toiled,
And held, with skilful hand, the plough.
Ah. had he kn own no other lot,
How happy then had been his life!
Secluded in some rural cot,
Aloof from fickle fortune's strife;
What though unknown his peaceful llama
Among the mighty ones of earth
A guileless heart had been his fame,
Forth•heralded by deeds of worth.
lie might have lived beloved, revered,
The patriarch of the rural vale,
By every lawless villian feared
Who makes the cheek of Beauty pale;
High Priest of Justice and of Truth,
Dispensing good among his race,—
That were a life divine, in sooth,
And worthy of celestial grace !
Or had that Roman virtue high,
Which fired the breast of WASHINGTON,
Led him to nobly do or die,'
Till France had fame and freedom won ;
Then, yielding up the helm of State,
With a whole nation's blessings crowned,
Ah, nobler far had been his fate,
'Filling with his own hands the ground !
This proud and mighty son of earth
Was nursed in penury and grief;
Nor heeded he of rank or birth,
By Nature formed of men the chief;
Knowledge from source like this hath sprung;
Had Europe's conquerer no claim
For peaceful triumphs to be sung,
More lasting than Marengo's fame 1
Behold at last the•conquerot's lot,
The final end of lawless pride ;
His eyes closed on a desert spot,
Silent mid ocean's surges wide--
And grief pursued him till he died !
Mid tempests dire he passed away;—
' The everlasting hills' deride
This mighty thing of mortal clay !
The Pyramid., Rivola's day,
imperial pow'r, the world'. renown,
The triumphs of despotic sway ;
Of thrones and coronets cast down,—
These never, never can atone,
For but one tear of guileless worth,
Forced in the conquest of a throne,
Which wither'd myriads limn earth !
Down with Ambition', bloody wreath,
Accursed may they still remain—
Those laurels foul with scent of death
And carnage on the battle•plain !
Oh! would just men stand sternly forth,
With frowns of awe, and words of might,
How would corruption shrink from earth,
Like darkness from day's burning light !
Enshrined within the people's hearts,
The truly great shall never die.
Fame, like the rainbow's hues departs,
But Virtue comes from G. on high;
And nobler in His eight is lie,
The humblest of the sons of Truth.
Than he who tasks his life to be
Tyrant of men o'er Right and Ruth.
Thou honeat eon of rustic toil,
Thou art the truly noble one ;
For bounteous Heaven with gracious smile
Approves thy race of life well run ;
Submit to no foul passion's sway,
With wreathe of knowledge deck thy brow,
And kings will cast their crows away,
To seek true glory at Me plough.
Wayne county Pa., April, 1844. T. J.
From the Lady'a Book.
The broken Circle.
DT SAMUEL D. PATTER.O.
We mourn for the loved and cherished
Called hence in her early bloom,
Like a fair young flower, which perish%
In the glow of its rich perfume:
We week for the circle broken--
For affection's severed ties—
And emblem every garnered token
Of the lost one in hallowed sighs.
But we mourn not in hopeless sorrow—.
Our darkness in not all gloom—
For from Faith can our torn hearts borrow
A light that illumines the tomb:
And a message of peace doth greet us,
From the loved one borne to her rent—
Though she comes not to earth to meet us,
We shall go to her end be blest.
rry For variety—uo fourth rage.
Thou , ;ll many years have elapsed since I first pe
rused the admirable narrative in which Chamisso
makes us acquainted with the fate of Peter Schle
mild, I have not forgotten the feeling of awe that
took posession of me on reading his marvellous ad
ventures. A circumstance that lately occurred
brought it on its most vivid colours before me I re
late it, in the hope of interesting, not only those to
whom the story of Schlemihl is familiar, but also
others who, being as yet in ignorance of his history
may be induced to make themselves acquainted with
it. To render myself intelligible to this latter class
it will, however, be necessary to give a slight sketch
of his story.
Peter Schlemilil barters his shadow for riches
and a life of misery is tho consequence of the unho
His shadow!' cries every one, astonished,
'So it was; and a little reflection will show the
value of this neglected follower, and the evil that
would attend his loss.
The shadow, like original sin, was born with man
and has in like manner been his inheritance for thou
sands of years. All the the ills incident to morals
leave him unharmed. No sword has ever reached
him; no flame burnt him. Neither hunger, pesti
lence, nor poverty can annihilate him. Unrefined
by education, he is equally bound to the barbarian
and the civilized man ; to the fool and the wise ;
the negro and the white. With all has he struggled
on, through difficulty and danger, a true and faith
ful companion. Learn, then, to honour thy shad
For those who do not feel convinced of his worth,
I will quote the words of Schlemild himself.
Hooked around, but as far as the eye could
reach nothing was to be seen save the wide extend
ing monotonous plain. No bush, no tree, not a
atone on which to lay my weary head ; no sound
broke the death-like stillness; nothing was stirring;
no lowering clouds to remind me of my distant ene
mies, no fluttering bird to recall my forsaken friends.
I felt that I had no longer any connexion with my
fellow-creatures ; that I was alone—deserted—lost,
The sun was setting as I rose, when, to !a second
figure rose before me, anold friend—a faithful com
panion—my shadow. The same that had formerly
glided with me over verdant meadows and through
flowery vales ; that had been reflected in the moon
light on the marble pillars of palaces, and stretched
itself at my feet as, by the light of some expiring ta
per, I waited at the given rendezvous. In joy and
in sorrow, in prosperity and misfortune, it had ever
clung to me. !eagerly stretched-out my hands; the
shadow followed my example. I raised them to
wards heaven, and it imitated my movements. I
threw myself upon my knees, and with me knelt my
shadow. I was comforted ; and when to others not
a shade of hope would have appeared, I drew im
mediate consolation from my shadow, for had
forsaken all, smiling landscapes, stately hills, and lux
urious palaces, to follow me, and now lay quiet and
contented by my side on the hard sand of the des
We will suppose that by some chance a man
should lose his shadow. Would it be possible to
repair the loss of this second self? Never! a leg
may be carved, a finger turned, but who can create
an artificial shadow!
In an ungarded moment Peter Schlemihl patted
with his; but had he known the friend he was re
signing, he would as soon have signed away his
soul. No sooner did his follow-creatures perceive
the loss, than they averted their faces from him, and
none would hold communion with the shadowless
being. It was then that after the most desperate
expedients to repair this loss, Satan, observing his
dispel' at the failure of his efforts, cunningly of
fered to return the dearly prized shadow in exchange
for his soul. Happily he had strenght to resist this
temptation; and retiring from the world, he dedica
ted himself to the study of nature assisted by the won
derful seven-leagueboots, which were probably be
stowed on him by some mighty power that approved
and protected him. But to my tale.
My luggage had preceded me to the diligence;
and as I hurried into the coach yard, I could hear
the conductor calling over the numbers of his pas
4 Number eight!'
Here, here !' exclaimed
Cabriolet, left-hand corner,' said he.
tHow delightful !' thought I, the very place I
should have selected ; for besides being insured a
gainet more than two unpleasant companions, I shall
be able to see the country. The conductor opened
the door, and I got in. Good heavens! the whole
coupe wu crammed with band-boxes, from the ler
geet to the smallest sizes, round, square, oblong, blue,
black, and white, a perfect choas of paste hoard.
But my intention was not long fixed upon the box
es, for in the opposite corner, nearly buried under
them, eat a female, whose pretty face soon attracted
my admiration. A delicately-formed Grecian nose,
a complexion of dazzling fairness, added to large blue
eyes, with long silky lash., formed a picture than
reconciled me in a moment to the obnoxious band
box.. It wee completed by two long braids of
dark brown hair that fell from under the snowy cap,
end contrasted delightfully with the brilliancy of
her complexion. I wonder what she is l' thought
I. Either a lady's maid or a milliner,' I answered
to my ov-n question. Arranging my features in
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their most insinuating expression, sinking my voice
into its softest tone, and pulling up my shirt-collar,
Shall I have the pleasure of your company as
Car as F-?'
Yes,' she replied, lam going to F-where
I hope to arrive this evening as I have much to do
. Indeed !' I said, glancing at tho heap of packa
ge., . the business is urgent, no doubt 1'
, Oh yes,' she returned,' I am taking the last fash
ions to the Countess of C-.'
I was about to reply, but the postilion was alrea
dy mounted and blowing his horn; and everybody
knows that when a German postilion blows his
horn, his hearers bless themselves, and wait in si
lence till he has finished. The conductor sprang
to his seat, the horses moved; when just as I was
congratulating myself on being alone with the pretty
milliner, the door was suddenly opened, and there
appeared—Good Heavens ! Could it he a man ?
Did ever mortal see limbs of such outrageous longi
tude ? While I gazed at him with doubt and aston
ishment, he, not even giving himself the trouble to
wait till the steps were let down, made but one stride
from the pavement to the middle place in the cabri
olet; and while one long spindle-shank still rested
on the ground, his old white hat actually touched
the window at the opposite corner. The question
where he was to find room in a coupe, already half
filled with band-boxes, seemed for the first time to
occur to him; but he did not suffer it to embarrass
him long, for, stretching out his arm, he quietly be
gan to stow them away in the pockets and under
the seats. He then packed the rest neatly together,
and gradually drawing his lengthy limbs into the
coach, took his place between me and the milliner.
How he got there, Heaven only knowns ! but with
out causing the least inconvenience to either of us,
there he sat, doubled together like a bat with fol
A general silence followed his entrance; the con
versation had been interrupted, and no one seemed
disposed to commence a fresh one. I threw several
side glances at the new comer. He was an elderly
man, on whose sallow face time hod plowed many
a furrow. His long aquiline nose almost concealed
two small eyes so deeply sunk in his head, that it
was imposible to judge of their color, while the
wrinkles that surrounded the corners of his large,
ill-shaped mouth, give a disagreeable expression to
countennnes, that was by nn moans diminiaboil
by a long chin covered with a scanty red beard. A
shabby hat, only partially concealed a head of bushy
hair of the some unpleasing hue. His dress con
sisted of a dark grey coat, the cuffs of which did
not reach to within six inches of his wrists. Trou
sers of the same material, and as short as the coat
sleeves, completed the costume of this strange fig
ure. A small steel chain induced me to suppose he
possessed a watch, the only visible luggage he had
brought with him.
The reader will easily imagine that this was an
apparition little calculated to create a favorable im
pression on a young and handsome woman, and yet,
seated between ine and the fair occupant of the
other corner, I might as well have had the Chinese
wall in hie place. Had he been one of the hand
tomcat men living I could not :lave felt a more
thorough detestation of him than I did. There was
a something, too, in his appearance not entirely
strange to me; and although I could not recollect
that I had ever seen his face before, its expression
seemed familiar. This circumstance perplexed and
annoyed inc. At length the stranger looked hard
at me, and seemed desirous of breaking the long
silence; but, meeting with no encouragement on
my part, lie turned to the milliner, and asked, in a
drawling voice, from whence she came ?
'From R-,' was the answer.
'No offence, I hope,' continued the stranger.--
Are you going to F-
I ant,' she replied,
On business, I suppose I' was tho next ques
Yes. And where doyou come from!' she continu
ed, with a view as it seemed of avoiding further
4 Where do I come from 1' he replied with a
chuckling laugh. I have just left Hamburg.—
Have you aver been at Hamburg 1 Fine city,' he
went on, 'large city—rich city. I made a good
thing of it at Hamburg,' rubbing his hands togeth
er as if recalling some pleasant recollections.
From Hamburg !' I repeated to myself. Why,
it was in Hamburg that—' !wonder what sort
of business he had at Hamburg I'
At this moment the postilion began to curse and
swear, as postilions alone know how. His rage was
certainly excusable, for the lash of hie whip having
entangled itself in the harness, he had, after ten
minutes spent in trying to disengage it, at length
lost his patience, and given a sudden jerk that had
broken the whipcord. He could no longer crack
his whip, and, after a fruitless search in his pockets
for a new lash, he turned as a last resource to the
coupe, and asked if any one could give him a piece
of string. Before I had time to recollect whether I
could assist him, my long neighbor had unbuttoned
the three top buttons of his coat, and, takings small
roll of whip-cord from his breast pocket, offered it
to the postilion. The latter seemed to receive it as a
matter of course, and, cutting it in two equal parts,
he put the one by for some future emergency, and
having mended Ins whip wills the other, commenced
cracking it with redoubled energy.
We were now commencing the deeeent of a steep
hill, and the conductor sprang from his box in or
der to put the dragon, when his foot slipped and he
fell with somo violence on a heap of stones at the
roadside. Shocked at the accident, I jumped out
of the coach to offer my assistance. Fortunately,
he had received no other injury than a alight cut on
the face, from which the blood flowed pretty freely.
Has anybody a piece of sticking plaster?' said
No sooner was the question asked, than the stran
ger again opened his shabby coat, and drawing
forth a largo black leather pocket-book, took a ehect
of court plaster from it, and offered it to the wound
ed man. Ho tore off a piece, applied it to the cut,
and thrusting the remainder into his pocket, quick
ly mounted his seat, and at the word 'Forward!'
the coach rolled on.
You have torn your cloak,' said the milliner, as
I regained my place. On examination I found she
was right. There was a large rent in the blue lin-
If I had a needle and thread I would noon mend
it,' she continued.
Scarcely had she finished speaking, before our
companion once more opened his coat, drew forth
the pocket-book, and, taking out a small packet of
needles and some blue silk, offered them to her.
We now stopped to change horses, and my pret
ty companion had only just time to finish her task
before we were once more in motion.
How tiresome not to have scissors,' said she.
That the scissors immediately made their appear.
ance out of the same coat, the same pocket, and the
same pocket-book, now caused me no astonishment.
I thanked the pretty sempstress, assuring her that I
should look on the darn in my cloak as a souvenir.
She blushed, and to hide her confusion, commenced
praising the needles. My neighbor assured her that
they were English, and requested her to accept them,
which she did without further remark.
' The incarnate fiend!' thought I; ho hae every
thing at his command, he serves everybody, and
yet no one thanks him.'
Each moment I became more uneasy at his pres
ence. The air which had been so cold as to force
us to keep everything closely shut, now seemed
thick and sultry. I opened the window and wish
ed for a storm, rain, wind, thunder, anything, in
short, to change the atmosphere.
will smoke,' thought Z. After asking the pret
ty milliner if she objected to the smell of tobacco,
and receiving a negative answer, I began filling my
pipe. Like most smokers, I generally carry a flint
and steel with me, but on the present occasion I
had lost or mislaid the former. While I was vainly
seeking it, my mysterious neighbor handed use a
piece of ready-lighted tinder, which he took out of
a small box from his fathomless pocket. I hesita
ted to accept it; but he quickly placed it in my pipe,
and I began smoking without even thinking of
thanking him for his civility.
Suddenly the small window which communicates
with the interior of the coach was opened, and a
voice asked if anybody had a smelling bottle, as a
lady was taken faint. What could be expected but
that our friend should plunge his hand into his
pocket and draw forth a large bottle of salts, which
disappeared like magic through the opening. The
irritation of my nerves became so intolerable at
these proceedings, that to divert my attention I at
'Do you know,' I said, addressing myself to the
milliner "that you shall have the opportunity of
seeing a magnificent exhibition of pictures at
. Would you like to look over the catalogue V
interrupted the Grey -coat, at the same time placing
one in my hand. I had in vain endeavored to pro
cure one at the town of P-. ..
'Nothing is impossible to him, that is certain,'
. Will you be able to find your way in the hustle
of a large commercial town?' I continued to the
, 1 believe it will be difficult,' she returned, as
it is my lint visit to F-.'
"In that ease you should get a plan of the town,
'lt gives mo great pleasure to be able to offer you
one,' said the stranger, with his peculiar laugh,
while ho presented her with the map in question.
Oh ! hero is the theatre,' she exclaimed, as her
eye ran over it; 'I wonder what is to be performed
.That you may easily see,' said the unknown,
handing her a play-bill, that appeared still wet from
The face of the young milliner lighted up with
pleasure; but as for me, my very flesh crept, and I
resolved to remain silent, lest some inadvertently
expressed wish should give this limb of Satan an
opportunity of laying me under some obligation. I
had already seen enough to make me certain he was
no mortal. Whipcord, court-plaster, needles, silk.
tinder, smelling-bottles, catalogue, map, and play
bill, all had come out of his pocket, and that before
the wish to see them had been well uttered. I felt
certain that if a wheel had broken, a horse fallen,
or an extra chaise been required, he would, with
the greatest facility, have provided for the want out
of the same pocket. There was no longer any re
sponsibility or doubt—it was the Evil One—Satan
himself lurking within the uncouth form of the
I was interrupted in my reverie by the dilligence
suddenly stopping. I jumped out, and making an
inward vow that nothing could induce me to take
my place again next this outrageous being, I called
the conductor aside.
4 Who is the tall gentleman that was in the coupe
with me I'
Can't say ; he came too late to be entered on
'But is there no name on his luggage ?'
Luggage,' repeated the conductor; he has got
it all on his back. He has no extra weight to pay
for like you.
Every thing seemed to confirm my suspicions.—
He could not be a merchant and come from Ham
burg without luggage. I sat down on a small bench
before the post-house. The sun was already sink
ing and shot its rays horizontally from under a cloud,
shedding a soothing warmth over me, and throwing
my shadow in dark outlines on the newly white
washed wall behind me,
As I remained resting my chin on my stick, lost
in thoughts I was roused by a well-known voice. I
looked up and saw the owner of the grey coat ap
proaching.' Much as I wished lo avoid him I found
it impossible to move away. I felt nailed to the
spot where I ant like a bird under the facinating
gaze of a rattle snake. Advancing to within four
paces of me, the stranger raised his hat, and mum
bled some sort of salutation. Summoning all nty
energies for a last effort.
What is it you want with me?' I asked ; in, I
believe, a somewhat unsteady voice.
I beg pardon for interrupting you; he replied,
with a low bow, but if you would only allow me
Allow what in the devil's name ?'
The stranger advanced another step, pointed to
to the wall, and muttered half aloud, What a very
beautiful shadow !'
I shrank back upon my scat. My blood froze,
and I remained for a moment incapable of ,speech,
but motioning him away with my hand. There
was now no longer any doubt that he was the same
evil being who had cheated poor Sehlemild of his
shadow in Hamburg. And should I continue to
travel with him I—Never ! I would die first.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and enter
, ed a coach office, placed a thaler in the hand of
the conductor, with a requst that he would remove
my dreaded companion to the interior. He smiled
as he cast a sly glance at the pretty milliner. My
object was, however, gained, and I once more took
my place, with lighted heart, in the coupe, where
I passed the rest of my journey in agreeable con
versation with my neighbor.
Having imprudently named the hotel where I in
tended stopping, and feeling no wish to be followed
by the owner of the grey coat, I determined on
changing my plan ; and although the house I now
made choice of was at some distance from the
coach-office, I preferred my inconvenience to the
risk of again meeting him. Accordingly, after
waiting some time for my luggage, I proceeded to
the hotel. The rain descended in torrents; I had
heated myself in walking, and was drenched to the
skin ; tide, added probably to the excitement I had
undergone in the day, made me feel restless and
feverish, and I retired early to bed. Heavens !
what a night! Shall I ever forget it ? There I lay,
tossing and tumbling front side to side, vainly en
deavoring to sleep; and when at length I closed my
eyes, tho most fearful images presented themselves
to my heated imagination. .
At one moment I was followed by Peter Sellle
mihl in propria persona ; at another the grey-coated
stranger; with his chuckling laugh, was persuading
me to sell my shaoow to him. Then came shadows
without owners, followed by the shadowless beings
themselves, and amongst them my own figure.—
Then, again, as I walked, it seemed that my sha
dow was restored, while the dreaded stranger fol
lowing appeared as if watching an opportunity to
pilfer it from me.
On awakening in the morning I found myself so
indisposed as to be compelled to send for a physi
cian, who wrote a prescription and ordered me to
keep my bed. This I did for two days, but on the
third, finding myself considera:dy better, I rose and
dressed myself. The first person I met on entering
the public room of the inn, woo the waiter, who in
formed me that during my illness a gentleman hail
frequently inquired after me, and had been anxious
to see me; which, however, had not been allowed ,
in consequence of the physician's orders that I
should be kept perfectly quiet and undisturbed.
Did he leave his name V I asked.
Re did not, sir, but will call again tomorrow;
he is a very tall, thin gentleman, and wears a grey
It was clear! Satan was following me, determin
ed not to loose his prey.
The coach started at seven o'clock every evening
—how fortunate! I secured a place, sent my lag.
gage to the office, and waited in trembling till the
hour should come that would see me safely out of
the town of F--. As the time approached I
became uneasy. I locked the door, and every foot
made my heart beat with redoubled violence:'
Could I escape him! Ha! a quarter of seven.—
Thank God ! I flew to the office, scarcely daring to
look round for fear of seeing the accurst cl grey-coat ;
nor till we were fairly outside of the town, and the
homes proceeding at a brisk pace did I feel suffi
ciently secure to uninuffie my face, which T had
concealed in the folds of my cloak.
How greatly was t surprised, in glancing at the
only person who, beside myself occupied the
coupe, to recognize the pretty features of the mil
liner. She seemed equally pleased at the meeting,
as it gave her an opportunity of talking over every
, thing else had seen during the three days passed
What difference in our recollections of the same
`QX2l:bacn)llcra . aD. 4D.ECOV4
place. She had visited theatres, exhibitions, tea
gardens, everything, in fact, that could render her
stay agreeable, while I had been in bed with a ra-
ging fever. The time passed quickly as she related,
and I listened to all she had heard end seen, till at
length (there must be an end to everything, even to
a pretty woman's conversation) she had nothing
more to tell. We iemained silent for some time,
when, suddenly recollecting the grey-coated stran
ger, Have you ever seen our farmer travelling
companion 7' I asked.
Oh, yes replied she, he has been with me
ten ; but we only concluded our business this mom.
What!' I exclaimed, as dreadfully shocked, I
involuntarEly looked round for the thoughtless sha
dow. But it was already dark, and I was forced to
to remain in painful uncertainty.
Yes,' she continued, he is very clever; he took
my shadow in a minute.'
' Your shadow!' I exclaimed, almost beside mv•
self; 'how horrible! and could you allow it to be
Why not 1' said she, seemingly much aston
And do you know, unhappy girl, who that grey
coated monster isl'
To ho sure I do,' replied the modiste, looking
at me an though the entertained some doubts of my
sanity. I have got his card; and at the same time'
fumbling in a coquettish little silk reticnle, she held
out to me a small piece of pasteboard, some three
inches square. I hesitated a moment before taking
it, and vague ideas of burnt fingers passed through
my Mind ; but observing that my companion's pretty
digits were unsinged by the contact, I at length
took the card. The following words were engra
ved upon it:—
J Zatzne, from Hamburg,
Taker, profiles by the shadow
FLY Btowsr.—The iodine of nitrogen is an arti
cle so highly explosive, that when dry, it will ex
plode on being touched. Professor M says
that he has sometimes prepared it for his experi
ments, and placed it on paper to dry ; the flies
would light on the paper, and in the course of their
preambulations, their font would touch the particles,
and before they were aware of the danger, they
would be as effectually blown up, as if they wero
on board a western steamboat when she collapsed
A New METHOD or CATCHING Rara.—Lo•
tate your bed in a room much infested by rats,
and on retiring to bed, put the fight out, and then
strew over your pillow some strong cheese, three or
four red herring, some barley meal, or new malt, and
a sprinkling of dried codfish. Keep steak.) until
you find the rats are at work. and then make a grab.
' 1 tell you wat, Sam, I hab a monstua'spute wid
maassa dis mornin, down in do cotton patch;
You don't sea so, Cesar ! oat you 'pate wid
Yes, I tell you for one hour, we 'sputa to
getter, down in de cotton patch.'
Wa, wa, wat you 'sputa about ?'
Why, you see Sam, rnaassacorne down da whnr
I was hoein, an maassa, he say squash grow best
on sandy ground, an I say so too; and der we
'sputa about it for more 'en one-hour!' My for!'
Poesy AND OrsTras.—An oysterman a few
evenings since, after having regaled the ears of the
good citizens with a number of variations of that
interminable Yro—prime-o—ya--a—a--,' and
not succeeding in his endeavors to effect sales by
any ordinary method, he burst forth in a Ftream of
poetry, that ono would think enough to wake up the
loggerheads, and make the wood chucks leff dale
I nm a lively lad,
And I lately come from Boating,
And I make an honest livelihood,
A werry good opine.
Teo—prime oystis !
don't know what to do with my feet,' said a
passenger, endeavoring to squeeze into a crowded
stage; 'you had better leave them in the boot,' re
plied the striver.
It in said that Mons. Syltain, who dances with
Fanny B hailer, is an bithinan, named Sullivan. and
that he can only dance a Paddy do, (pas do deux.)
Why are the people in Chester, like rabbit.: ?
Because they live in a borough.
I don't like such row-man-tick excursions, as the
boatman said, yen a man vented him to take him
acress the river, and trust for the fare.
'T were vain to tell thee all I fell, es a nailot said
to the bo'son, ven he was catechising him.
I'm gavelling in cog., as the man said rep he T.AS
pulled in by the wheel, at the steam milt.
It has been a long time fashionable for ladies to
have young gentlemen dangling after them; ae
read in the bible about Ruth and her Boaz.
What miracle can the 6w/tuner of Pennsylvania
perform? He can turn Ruin into Porter.
Punning is the smallest kind of wit,' said a per
son who did not deal much in the article. • Cer
tainly,' was the reply ; it is a very' purr-y matter.'
W is England like a celebrated patent medi•
cinel Because it is British 'lie.
What rum•suelcers they must have been in old
times, when eyed the noblemen used to cs
calques on their heads!
Why is a lame duck like one in the 6ilbee !
Because he's punished with