BY H. B. STACY. ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT; "Early, bright, transient at the mornins dew, It sparkled, teas exhaled, and went to heaven." Ilnst ihsu not seen n fragile (lower, Wet with ihedews of morning, Willi many n pearly drop ond gem, lis open leaves adorning 1 And glistening in the beam of day, Hast teen those dew drops steul away 1 So hnvc we seen n living (loner, In rhildliood's merry morning, A simple love and gentleness Its budding life adorning , Hut like tliedews liefore l he sun, .Its earthly course w.is quickly run. Unit thou not seen n tulip's bud, Its honeicd lips inclosing, Plucked ludcly from I lie parent stem, On which it hung reposing, To deck a princely lady's hair, And breathe its balmy fragrance there 1 So we have seen a fairer bud, A living soul inclosing, Too rudely snatched from earth away; And now in blijs reposing, It shines n pure and priceless gem Upon the Savior's diadem. TO A LADY OF SONO. 'On llie mountain's height, in a chilly night 1 he nonrve winv blowing A sylph like form, serene and bright, Willi rubes nil (lowing, 'Hose to the view, and poured along, A varied, captivating tong. 'The deep moaning wind its howling still'd A light came gleaming Each bosom fell, each heart was fill'il, And all seemed dicaining ; For liko a vision did it seem ; II ti I me was not a fitful dream I' was sweet reality, As graceful its 'l was free, And the (ady ofsung, with her smile I sec, Wherever 1 roam o'er the land or the sea. From Chambers' Edingburgh Journal. THE UNKNOWN FAINTER, One beautiful summer morning, about the year 1630, several youths of Seville np.. proached the dwelling of the celebrated ' pointer Murrillo, where they arrived nearly ni the same time. After t ho usual salu tations, they entered the studio. Murillo was not yet there, and each of the pupils walked up quickly to his cn6ol to examine if the paint had dried, or perhaps to admire his work of the previous uveninrr. Pray, gentlemen,' excaimed Isturitz an grily, 'which of you remained behind in the etuilio Inst night ?' What an nbsurh question !' replied Cor dova; 'don't yon recollect that wc nil came away together ?' This is a foolish jet, gentlemen,' an swered Isturilz ; 'last evening I cleaned my pallctle with the greatest care, and now it is oa dirty as if sumo one had used it all night.' 'Look!' exclaimed Carlos, 'here is n email figure in the corner of my canvass, nnd it is not badly done. I should like to know who it i Hint amuses himself every morning with sketching figures sometimes on my canvass, sometimes on the walls. There was one yesterday on your easel, Ferdinand.' 'It must be Isturitz,' said Fordinand. 'Gentlemen.' replied Isturitz 'I protest .' 'You need not protest,1 replied Carlos; 'wa all know you are not capable of sketching such a figure as that.' 'At least,' answered Isturitz, 'I have never made a sketch as bad as that of yours; one would think that you had done it in jest.' 'And my pencils are quite wet,' said Gonzalo in his turn. 'Truly strange things on here during the night,' Doyounot think, like tho negro Gomez, that it is the Zombi who comes and plays all these tricks?' said Isturitz. Truly,' said Mendrz who had not yet spoken, being absorbed in admiration of the various figures which were sketched with the hand of a master in different parts of the studio, 'if the Zombi of the negroes draws in this manner, he would make a beautiful head of the Virgin in my Descent from the Cross.' With these words, Mendez, with a care less air, approached his easel, when an exclamation of astonishment escaped him nnd he gazed in muto surprise on his can. vass, on which was roughly sketched a most beautiful head of the Virgin; but the expression wbb so admirable, the lines so .clear, tho contour so graceful, that com pared with the figures by which it was .encircled, it seemed ns if somo heavenly visitant had descended among them. Ah, what is tho matter?' said a rough voice. The pupils turned at the sound, and all made a respectful obeisanco to the great master. 'Look, Scnor Murillo, look !' exclaimed the youths, as tbey pointed to the easel of Mendez. 'Who has painted this who has painted this head, gentlemen ?' asked Murillo, eagerly. 'Speak, tell mo. Ho who has sketched this Virgin will org day be the master of us all, Murillo wishes ho had done it. Wlint n teucli! what delicacy ! what skill I Mendez, my dear pupil, was it you ?' 'Nosenor,' replied Mcndcz, in a sorrow, ful tone. Was it you, then, Isturitz, or Ferdinand, .or Carlos?' 1 'But they ail gave tho same reply as lucnuez. H cuuiu nui, uuwuvui, buiuu here without hands,' 6aid Murillo, impa tiently.' , " , 'I think, sir,' eaid Cordova, tho youngest of tho pupiU, 'that these strange pictures nre very alarming ; indeed, this is not the first unaccountable event which lias hap pened in your studio. To tell tbo truth, NOT Mich wonderful things have happened here, one Fcnrcely knows what to believe. 'What a're they?' asked Murillo. slill lost in admiration ol the head of the Virgin oy me ununnwn artist. 'According to your orders, scnor, an swered Ferdinand, 'wo never leave the studio without putting every thing in order, cleaning our palettes, washing our brushes, and arranging our easels ; but when we re turn in tho morning, not only is every thing in contusion, our orusncs lined witn paint, our pallcttes dirtied, but here and there nre sketches (beautiful sketches to bo sure they nre, j sometimes or too head ot on nngel, sometimes of a demon, then again the pro file of n young girl, or the figure of an old man, but all admirable, as you have seen yourself, scnor.' 1 Ins is certainly n curious offair, centlo. men,' observed Murillo, 'but we shall soon learn who is this nightly visitant. Sebas tian,' he continued, addressing a little mu latto boy nbout fourteen years old, who appeared at his call, 'did 1 not desire you to sleep here c very night ?' 'i en, mnstcr.' said the boy with timidity. 'And have you done so?' 'Yes, master.' 'Speak, then ; who was here last nin-lit and this morning before theso gentlemen came? bpeak, slave, or 1 shall make you acquainted with my dungeon,' said Murillo angrily to tho boy, who continued to twist the band of his trowsors without replying. ah, you don't cnoose to answer,' said Murillo, pulling his car. iNo one. master, no one." replied the trembling Sebastian with eagerness. ' J hat is false,' exclaimed Murillo. 'No one but me, I swear to you. master.' cried the mulatto, throwing himself on hi knees, in the middle of the studio, and hnld ing nut hislittle hands in supplication be- lorc ins master. Listen to me,' pursued Murrillo. 'I wish to know who has sketched ibis Imml of tho Vi rgiu, and all the figures which mv pupils find every morning hero on coming to the 6tudio. This nilit. in nlace of imiiirr to bed, you shall keep watch ; and if by to morrow you do not discover who the culprit is, you shall have twentv-fivo strokes from the lash. You hear I have said it: now go and grind tlio colors ; and vou, gentle, men to work." From tho commencement till tho tnrmin. ation of tho hour of instruction, Murillo was too much absorbed with his pencil tc nllow a word to be spoken but what regard ed their occupation, but tho moment he disappeared, the pupils made ample amends for this restraint ; and ns the unknown painter occupied all their thoughts, the conversation naturally turned to that sub ject. 'ucwaro. Sebastian, of the Iah ' snid Mcndcz, -and watch well for the cuIdtii : but give tne the Naples yellow.' 'iou do not need it, Scnor Mcndcz: von have made it yellow cnousrh already, rind as to the culprit , 1 have already told you mm ii is i lie iOniUI. 'Arc theso nenroes fools or asses with their Zombi?' Faid Gonzalo I niirrhinir pray, what is a Zombi." 'Oh, an imaginary beinrr. of courso. Tint tako care, Senor Gonzalo,' countinued Se bastian with a mischievous n-lnnce at hi? easel, 'for it must be the Zombi who haF stretched the left arm ofvotir St. John in such a length, that, if his right resembles ho will be able to untie tho shoe-strum- without stooping.' jjo you know, gentlemen,' said Isturitz. as he glanced al the painting, 'that the re- marhs oi ceoastian are extremely just, and much to the point.' 'Oh, they say that negroes have the fnen of an ope and the tongue of a narrot.' rn. joined Gonzalo, in n tone of indifference. 'With this distinction,' observed Ferdin and, 'that the parrot repeats by rote, while Sebastian has judgment in his remarks.' 'Jjiko the parrot, by chance,' retorted Gonzalo. 'Who knows. Faid Mendoz. whn Imil nnt digested tho Naplos yellow, 'that, from grinding the colors, he may one day nston ish us by showing he knows one from an other?' ' I'o know one color frnm nnnl hnr nnil In Itnov: how to use them, ore two very differ ent things,' replied Sebastian, whom the liberty of the studio allowed to ioin in the conversation oftho pupils; and truth oblig. es us to confess that his lasto was so cxqui site, his cyo so correct, that ninny of them did not disdain to follaw thn ndinnn ho fro. quemlygave them respecting their paint ing. Although they sometimes amused themselves by teasing the liulo mulatto, ho was a great favorite of them all; and this evening, on quitting the studio, each, giving him n friendly tun on thn Khmildnr compelled him to keep a strict watch, and caich tho Zombi for fear oftho lash. ' It was ntglit, and tho studio of Murillo, tho most celebrated painter in Sevilli n,;' studio, which during the day was so cheer- tuland animated was now silent as tho grayc. A single lamp burned upon tho table, and a young boy, whoso sablo Into iiarmomscd with the surrounding darkness but whoso eyes sparkled liko diamonds at midnight, leaned against an easel. Immo vable and still, ho was so deeply absorbed in hia meditotiona, that tho door of tho studio was opened by ono who several limes called him by name, and who on re ceiving no amwer, npproached and touched htm. Sebastian raised his eyes, which rested on a tall ond handsomo negro. 'Why do you come hero, father." said he in a molancholy tone, 'To keep you company, Sebastian.' '1 hero is no need, father; I can watch alone.' 'But what if tho Zombi should come ?' I do not fear him,' replied tho boy, with pensive smile. 'Ho may carry you away, my son, and then tho poor negro Gomez will havo no one to console him in bis slavery.' THE GLORY OP CAESAR FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1838. 'Oh, how sad! how dreadful it is to bo a slave!' exclaimed tho boy weeping bit teriy, 'It is tho will of God,' roplied the negro with an air of resignation. 'God!' ejaculated Sebastian, ns he raised ins eyes to the dome oftho studio, throng wuiuii inu Eiors giiiicrcti, "uoii! i pray constantly to him, my father, (and He will ono day listen to me,) that we may no longer oe slaves, nut go to bed, go, go, and I shall go to mine (hero in that corner and 1 shall soon fall asleep- Good night fallior, good night.' 'Are you really not afraid of the Zombi, Sebastian?' 'My father, that is superstition of our country. Father Eugenio has assured mo tnai uou does not permit supernatural beings to appear on earth. 'Why, then, when the pupils asked vou who sketched the figures they find liero every morning, did you say it was tho uomoi c 'To amuse myself, father, nnd tn mnko them laugh : that was all.' 'Then, good nirrht. mv som' nn,l imuinr kissed tho boy, tho negro retired. ino moment Sebastian f.mmi i.tmantr niotie, lie uttered an exclamation ofjoy. Then suddenly checking himself, he said, 'Tivpnlv.fiun lnd.no ir t . - uautu iu-iimiiuw il 1 Ull 1101 ten who sketched these figures, and per Haps more if I do. Oh, my God, come to my aiu: anu the lit) o mu altn throw h m. self upon the mat which served him for a oed, where he soon fell fast asleep. Sabastian awoke at day break; it was only three o'clock ; any other boy would probably havo gone to 'sloop again not so witn aeoastian. who had but ibmr. hnnre lie could call In own. 'Courage, courage. Sebnsi inn.' tin or claimed, as he shook himself awake ; 'three h'Mirs nre mine only three hours, then profit by them; the rest belonrr to thy master slave. Lot tun nt Innct ltn m. ... muoiur iur inrce snort .lours. To bo gin, theso figures must be effaced.' nnd seizing a brush, he approached the Virgin, which, viewed by tho soft light of the mor ning dawn, oppoared more beautiful than ever. 'Efface this!' he exclaimed, 'efface this ! no; i win dm first. Efface this thev oare not neither dare I. No that head she breal lies she speaks It Fccms as n tier Dlood would flow if I should offer to efface it. and that I should he her murderer, No. no, rather let me finish it.' Scarcely had he uttered these words, when, seizing a pnletlc, he scaled himself at the easel, nnd was snon totally absorbed in his occupation. Hour after hour passed unheeded by Sebastian, who was too much engrossed by the beautiful creature of his pencil, which seemed bursting into life, to mark the flight oftimrj. Another touch,' ho exclaimed ; 'a soft shade here now the mouth. Yes. there ! it opens those nyes they pierce me through ! what a fore head ! what delicacy. Oh. my beautiful 'and Sebastian forgot llie hour. forgot he was n slave, forgot his dreaded punishment all, nil was obliterated from the soul of the youthful artist, who thought of nothing, saw nothing, but his beatiful picture. IJ.it who can describe tho horror and consternation of the unhappy slave, when, on suddenly turning round, he behold the whole pupils, with his master at their head, standing beside him. Sebastian never once dreamed of justifying himself, nnd with his pnlcilc in ono hamf. and Ins brushes in tho other, ho hung down Ins head, awaiting in silence the punish ment ho believed ho justly merited. For some moments a dead silenco prevailed ; for if Sebastian was confounded nt. being caught in tho commission of such a flagrant crime, Murillo nnd his pupils were not less astonished at the di.-covery they hod made. Murillo having, with a gesture oftho 'and, imposed silence on his pupils, who could hardly restrain themselves from giv ing wny to their admiration, approached Sebastian, and, concealing his emotion, said in a cold and severe lone, while ho looked alternately from tho beautiful head oftho Virgin to the terrified slave, who stood mho a statiito before Inm. 'Who is your master, Sebastian ?' 'You,' replied the boy, in a voice scarcely audible. 'I mean your drawing master,' said Mu rillo. 'You, senor,' again replied the tremblin slave. 'It cannot bo ; I never gave you lessons,' said the astonished painter. 'Dnt you gave them to others, nnd I lia tcned to them,' rejoined tho boy, embold- (.iiuu uy mu itinunessoi his master. 'And you havo done better than listen, you havo profited by them,' exclaimed Mu rillo, tinnblo longer to conceal his ndmira. tion. Gentlemen, docs this boy merit pun ishment or reward ." At tho word punishment, Sebastian's heart beat quick ; the word reward gayo him a little courage, but fearing that his cars deceived In in, he looked with timid and imploring eyev towards his master. 'A reward, scnor,' cried the pupils in a breath. That is well ; but what shall it be ." 'Sebastian began to breathe l'IVll lllinnlo l Unci cni.l IV feii ducats, at least.' said Mendez. 'Fifteen,' cried Ferdinand. 'No,' said Gonzalo, 'a beautiful new dress for the next holiday.' 'Speak, Sebastian,' said Murillo, looking at his slave, whom none of th esn rewards seemed to move, 'are these thing not to VnilrlDDln) Tnll ...I... V I .
j . . . UM , j worn you wish ior ; i am eo much pleased with your beautiful composition, that I will grant any request you may make. Speak, then, do not bo afraid.' 'Oh, master, if I dared " and Scbas- tain, clasping his hands, fell at the feet of his tnnslnr. It. wnn one i i : . i. I vj iu icou III IIIU half opened lips of the boy, and his spark BUT THE WELFARE ling eyes, somo tlevourinrr thniin-ht lull liin wiiiuii u.iiuiiy prevented linn from uttcrinc. With the view of encouraging him, each in mu pupiis suggested some lavor for him to demand. 'Ask gold, Sebastian.' 'Ask rich dresses. Subastinn.' 'Ask to be received as a pupil.Sebaslian. t lawn son io passed over the counten ance oi me slave at tho last words, but he hung down his head, nnd remnined silent. 'Ask for tho best place in the studio.' said Gonzalo.who, from being the last pupil had the worm light for his easel. 'Come, take courage,' said Murillo.rrnily. 'The master is so kind tn.ilnv 'eni.fPn, dinand, half aloud, 'I would risk fimnptliinrr ask ym freedom, Sebastian.' At these words Sebastian uttered a cry of anguish, nnd raising his eyes to Ins mas ter, he exclaimed, in a voico clmkml wit t. sobs, 'The freedom of my father!-the ireeuum oi my miner! 'And thine also,' said Murillo, who no longer able to conceal his omntion, threw his arms around Sebastian, and pressed him to his breast. 'Your pencil,' ho continued, 'shown that you have talent; your request proves that you havo a heart ; tho artist is complete. From this day consider yourself not only ns tny pupil, but as my son. Haopy Murillo! i novo done more than paint 1 have made a painter.' Murillo kent his word, nnd RMmaiinn Gomez, better known under the name of the Mullnito of Murillo. became ono of I hn most celebrnted painters in Spain. There may yet be seen in the churches of Seville the celebrated picture which lie had been found painting by his master; also o St. An nc admirably done; a holy Joseph, which is extremely beautiful; and others of the highest merit. In one of Casimir do In Vntn ilrnmn I met with nn expression which struck me forcibly. It was said of Don John, who was ignorant of his birth, that norhnns was a nobody; to which lie replied, 'That a man of good character nnd Imnnmlilo conduct could never bo a nobody.' I cm sider this, my young friends, an admirable reply, nnd I have endeavored to prove this truth by the foregoing example. In all my naratives I have shown vm, nliii.tmr. born of obscure and indigent parents, rise by their own talents and perseverance to the first rank of society. If it is rrrniifoinrr and noblo to bear with honor the name ol' one's father, it is surely more noble to make a name for one's self; nnd my heart tolls mo that among tny young renders, there is more than one "who will.exclaun with ardour, nnd with n firm resolution to fulfil his promise. I loo. shall make n ni. This lias been Ir.iiul.und L.n il,n r,i. c the Jiiiirnal j bill, from the carelesHiies of llie difant coiiespomlent ulio AirnMieil the version, llie Eili- tom are unable to stale lln i e of llie ordinal author. D Soliloquy. The following profound re flections, uttered by one of Ncal's heroes, in his "CliarcoalSkctches,"givc8a glimpse fglory in the way of future improvements.- ' I wonder if they wouldn't list mr for n Charley? Ilollerinrr oup has guv me a splendid voice : and in stead of hhuering 'em a wo v. if tho thieves wore to hear mo singing out, my stile of doing it would utmost coax 'cm to come nnd bo tuk up. They'd feel like a bird when n snake is arter it, and I would walk up, and poke their coat collar right into my fHt. Then niter n while. I'd bo nromotoil to the fanny business of pig ketching, which, though it is worry lii'liTand worry excellent, requires genius. Ti.s'nt every man can come the scientificks in that line"; nnd has studied the nature ofa pig so as to beat him ot manusiivreing, nnd make him tirrenilcr because he sous it nint no use of doing nothing. It wants larnin" to con- wiuco them critturs, and its only io bo done by heading 'em so handsome, hnnninrr which ever way they hop, nnd trinuinn- 'em uo gcnteei oy siiauing hands with their off hind leg. I'd scorn to pull their tails out by the roots, or to hurt their feelings by pulling or dragging them about bv the cars". "But what's tho use? If I was lifted, they'd soan find out to holler the hour and tn ketch tho thieves by steam! yes, and they'd take 'cm to court on n rnilroad, and try them with biling water. They'll soon havo black locomotives for watchmen and constables, and big bilers for judges nnd mayors. Pigs will be kclched by" steam, and bilcd fit to eat before they're done squealing. IJy and by, folks wont be of no uso nt all. Thcro wont bo no people in the world but tea kettles ; no mouths but safely valves, and no lalkin' but blowin' off strain. Il l had a little bilcr inside of mo, I'd turn omnibus, and work days I'd run from Kensington to tho Navy'Yuid, and Sunday's I'd run to Fairmount." Ouit nEVor.uTioNAnv bikes. Tho fol lowing is an extract from John Ncal's 4th of July oration : When the young alone boar sway, rash ness and headlong presumption prevail. When the old have exclusive dominion, there is always a want ol courage ond hope, of generous advcntiiro and heroic enter prise. Thcro should bo n mixture of both, of the young and the old, to carry us and our beloved country, through tho storm that is gathering about her. Cust your eyes over the records of her greatness, and while you find that Alexander Hamilton was hardly of ago when ho began to play his part in the awful drama oftho Revolu tion, being only 20 when ho was token into the family oftho commonder in chief, with tho rank of licutennnt colonel ; you will find that licnjamm Franklin was 50 before ho began to bo heard of: Samuel Adams 44; James Otis 43 ; John Adams, 35 ; Jo. eia Quincy, 40; John Hancock, 3d ; and OF ROME. Tbomno T.,fT..., on i ., u.uiun 04, ucioro uiey were Kfuuuy distinguished. And fo with oil the actors of this oge. They wcro full grown men Workinir ninn,n,n..,l I toil, and strengthened by long habits of '..M.u.uiiLu duo dependence. Let it bo for ever remembered that the men oftho Rev uuon were an working men-Ihoao of now iig.anu especially-Green was i blacksmith, Franklin a printer, Iio-er Slier man a snoemoKor, I'utnani a farmer. They wcro doctors, nnd nrnnr-lmra niir. and shop keepers, and not a man of them ii "Ia uuslncss or ashamed of Ins tuning. IlAnVESTINO ConN. As thr Tmllnn nn,n comes in this month, we would suggest to those who have not adopted tho prnctico, mu urup oi uie ground, and iminedi .ii.. . uupusn. il in biooks, as a means of lessening the harvest labor, nf nra,in ,i, " "Ul" "'c injurious tltectofearly Irost, ... ...uiuimujr miiiuiiuing us vauie, over me uiu mono or topping. The crop may bo cut as soon as the grain has become glazed. By our experiments mado with great care, tho details of whirl, ,;n i. found in our last Novemhnr niimbnr ,n Hum hi ousncisan acre, in heavy corn, by cutting up tho crop, over wha'. wc ootoin uy lopping ii, and moke a still greater ga in tho forage N. E, Farmer, Suggestions to the Wool Grower. Hitherto the attention of the fnrmpra lino been principally diriclcd to the rearing of i proiu or uie iieece. or of the carcass separately, without reference to mo oovantnges to be derived from both conjointly. Hence the Sa.von Merino, and ix'-'w Leicester orceds have been princi pally sought for. tho tWO first nn nmnn. of their fine wool, and tho lalteron account ot the great weight of carcass. The "real increase in tho number of fi nn woiiIIpiI sheep, and tho serious depression for some time in the wool market, render il worth the consideration of tho shorn mnsior. whether ho cannot vary the character of ins hock to advantage. The South Down sheeD of Urimin Imvo uie reputanon ol making the best mutton ofany breed; nnd this mutton sells for n penny a pound more in the London market than any other. Wc have ate of I his mut ton 63vcral limes, and recently, nnd think it deserves nil the commendation bestowed upon it. The sheep arc hardy, and arc pe culiarly ndapted to light upland soils; thev iriKO on iat quick and come early to nintu rity. This breed has been recently i in proved by n cross with the imnrnved C.n. wold, with great advontnga to the fleece, wiinout seeming preiudico to the million. A Mr. Troynam states in tin: J ilk' nmnlipr ui wiu v armors magazine, that he obtnin cu irom juu ewes ol tins cross, while suck ling their Inmbs. nn nvcrnrro of ilvo iiounils of wool each, and from 110 yearlings, an average of 7pounds two ounces each. The wool sold at 42?. per tod of 2ft lbs. which is equal to 32 cents per lb. or Si. CO for the wcb, mm jjv.-i ior i nc yeaning iieece. lb Green's Straw Cutter. Our incn ions countryman, Mr. Green, has received a high compliment in the encomium which has been passed upon his machino bv the Highland Agricultural Society of Scotland A description of this machine was sent from Lanada to the secretary, by Mr Fer guson, who pronounced it tin easiest and most effective cutter he ever met with a real, first role machine. The communica tion was laid before the committee on ma chinery, who, after making a machine nc cording to the description, nnd sufficiently testing it, reported that they found it to bparollth.it was reported of it by Air. Ferguson : that it is now ascertained that it will cut three times more than the best of the common sort, and with less force ; and thai ono person driving tho machino will cut with eose five hundred weight of hay or straw in an hour. This is a high, but just commendation. Tho notice, with a cut of this machine, is published in the society's papers for June. Ib. It is a serious doubt, whether a wiso man ought to accept ofa thousand years of life, even provided that those three important advantages of health, youth and riches, could be securely guarnntced unto him. IJut this is an offer that can never be refus ed, for it will never bo mado. Taking things as thej really are, it must bo confesl scd that life, after forty, is on nn t i climax, graduul indeed, and progresi-ivc with some, but steep and rapid with others. It would be well if old ago diminished our pcrcopii b i lit !cs to pain, in tho fame proportion that it docs our sensibilities to pleasure : and if life has been termed a feast, those favored few arc the most fortunate guests, who arc not compelled to sit nt the table, when they can no longer partake of the banquet. The misfortune is that body and mind, like man nnd wile, do not oltvuys agree to die to gchcr. It is bad when the mind survives the body; nnd worso still when tho body survives tho mind; but, when both these survive our spirits, our hopes, and our health ; this is worst of all. Steaming in the Far east. A vigor ous offort is now making in England to es. tablish n regular steam communication be tween England and Egypt, thenco over land to the Red Sea, and by steam again to Itrit. ish India. It is said that eighteen steam boats now visit Alexandria cvory month from different parts of continental Eu rope. Reproof. A divine in Kent, seldom in church, but a rigid justico of tho pcaco, having a vagrant brought before him, said, surily, "I'll teach you tho law, you vaga bond, I warrant you." "It would bo much moro becoming," answered tho poor fellow, "if you would teach mo the gospel," VOL. XII JVo. 586 SHAKSPEARE-FORREST-LOCO FOCOISM. The Now York Commercial, speaking of Mr. Forrest's oration before the Loco Focos on July 4th, says, it contained "fre quent quotations from Shakspearc." As I have not yet had the pleasure of a perusal of said oration, and know not what those quotations are, I havo selected a few from the great bard, which I think Mr. Forrest might have used with propriety on the occasion. Speaking of Van Duron, he might havo said "A clave that is not twentieth part the tillia Of hi precedunl lord ; A cut puksk. of tho empire nnd the rule, I' hat from a their the preeinugdjadom slolo And put it in hia tocket." But a Loco Fuco could even here defend Van Burcn on the authority of lago "Put money in thy Purse." Tho orator might then have roprejonted him after tho reception of the news of some signal defeat nt on election: "Now does he feel Ii Is title Hang looe about him, hke u giant's robe Upon a dwurfish thief." He might again havo represented him 09 reading a celebrated speech that is going the rounds of the Whig papers, and sud denly exclaiming -"Tear io pieces that great BOND Hint keeps me pale," And then to bliuw how harmless, weak and insignificant is the reply to tho said speech. Mr. Forrest might have said oftho author -"DUNCAN is in his graye, And after his fitful ppeech he deeps well." Here the orator could have brought Kendall upon the scene in a very striking manner, as exclaiming "Melhinks it should bo now n huge eclipse Of Sun and moon ; and the affrighted GLOBE! Should yawn hi alteration." "Call you this backing your friend," Blair might have now roared out, as ho found his subscription list sinking. Mrs. Grundy might also have whimpered, as she beheld the signs of the times "There is something rotten in the Slate." Mr. Forrest might have illustrated the expression used by Mr. Bond, of tho 'sturdy mastiff that howls at the door of tho Treasury," by the following from his favorite Lear ; "Thou has seen a Treasury dog baik at a beesnr ! Ajr, Sir And llie creature run from the cur ; I'hcre I hod uil'dilest beheld A dog's obejeil in office." ainhoriiv : And " Tray, Blanch and Sweetheart," would not have been a bad illustration of the " starving turnspits that bark on tho farthest verge of our empire." Speaking of the office holders, ho could have said " Havens, crows nnd kites, Fly 0 cr our heads and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey ; their shadows tecui A canopy most I'd ml, under which Our nation lies, icady to give up tho ghost." Then if the orator had wished to convey the minds ol his hearers to tho books ofany of the national departments, especially the Treasury, he might have said -7 " These leaves Have slime upon ilicni, imch ns tho nspen make Upon the caves of Nile." It would have been a capital idea in Mr. Forrest, to have represented Old Ritchie at this critical junclurc, cry out horror stricken. " Oh day and night, but this is wond'rous strange." In reference to the many nrnmises mndn in the earlier years of Jacksonism, tho or ator might havo described tho neoo'o nf the United States in the predicament of Hainl.it, " Eating air promise crammed." Neither would it have been amiss to point out Kendall, advising the greatest Ex And look nu, set a prayer book in each hand, Ami fiamt between ino churchmen j For on thai gnniiid I'll make a holy descant." Then he tnirMit hnvc pictured ilm dm Roman, addressing his friends in the stylo of his creat prototype Jack Cade, Be bravo llien. for your rnptain h binvc, and lows rktoumation f there tliull be in (AmericaJ seven naif penny loaves sold for n penny j tho llirce hooped pols shall have ten hoops ; nil the lo.Wrn fh.ill bo 111 rOnilMllll. un.l ivlmii I n.n Linn All. Cn,l ... -..a Jack Cade. Thank 5 on good people ! TlIERK SHAM. BE NO MONET. It is somewnnt singular that shnkspearo should have foreseen there would ho an ' Androw Jackson nnd a Martin Van Bureu, whoso moito would bu " I'orish credit." nnd should, accordingly, put a sentiment In tho months of Jack Crido and his friends favorable to tho credit system ns on admo nition to Andrew nnd Martin. It might have beon mentioned too in Mr. Forrest'i loco foco oration with much propriety Dick. My Ion!, when shall wo go to Clicapside, mill take up commodities on our bills ! jacK uiiar. itiarry, prcetiiilv. All. O bravo! 1 FnUtnff i-uid (exeunt The laws nf Km;land nre nt my commandment, And wo to my loid chief justice." ",,u",en" Might not tho orator most appropriately put these words 111 tho mouth of Amos Ken dall, ns ho seemed so fond of decking bin speech with quotuttons rrom Shakspeare ." Strafford crow Avon,