Like the tide, in its surgings, throb wildly, O brain!
Beat, beat, O my heart! till you burst from your chain;
While, mentally stretched on this torturing rack,

I madly, imploringly, call for him back!

You must know that in the native land of monkeys and of parrots, called Brazil, (from whence comes brazier, seeing it 's so hot there,) the Spaniards were once besieged by the natives- very naturally.

When there was nothing more to eat in the city, the Governor had the happy fore-thought to station sentinels at all the gates to prevent the evil-disposed from carrying away victuals, or going out to get any, which greatly rejoiced the undertakers.

Now Maldonata, a brisk young woman, about twenty-five, who had a huge appetite and a digestion in proportion, seized her snuff-box, and said:

'We'll go and see!'

Then she presented herself at the gate:

'Good morning, sentinel.'

'No one basses here.' (He had a slight accent.)

6 Thank you. Do you take snuff?

into his face.)

Vlan!' (and she flung the snuff

'It's good! it's good! GOD bless you!'

Maldonata was far away before the trooper had finished sneezing and rubbing his eyes.

In a quarter of an hour, when she was hardly three leagues from the city, she saw a cavern in the middle of a plain; what you might call an oäsis in the desert. But perhaps you don't know what an oäsis is? Well, just imagine that you've been trotting round for three or four days without any thing to eat or drink, when suddenly you stumble over a little country tavern, with water à discrétion, rabbits in the courtyard, and hay to lie down on. Voilà, that's an oäsis.

Well, well,' said Maldonata, 'I've always adored caverns, I have. Perhaps I should like a beef-steak better just now but bah! can't I keep shady here? Dam! one can't get every thing! Let us crawl in.' She entered, and drew out her handkerchief to wipe her forehead. It was so hot!

Hallo! who's there?' she suddenly cried out.

At the bottom of the cavern, Maldonata saw a couple of torch-lights

blazing away, red as the eyes of a merry capuchin; at the same time, she was half drowned with a cloud of steam, just as if she lifted the top from a tea-kettle of boiling water. It was a lioness breathing. Maldonata stopped as short as if she had been grabbed in four places Had the devil tickled her all over, she would n't have laughed.

at once.

Fact!

'Mon Dieu, don't be afraid.' Thus spoke a great, hoarse, croaking voice. My dear charitable lady, take pity on a poor mother of a family who has no children, but who's striving, like one of the possessed, to get some.'

Saying which, the lioness writhed on the ground, rolling, and heaving sighs that would have blown down the towers of Notre Dame-only by good fortune they were n't built at that time.

A thousand others, in the fair Spaniard's place, would have swooned with fear; but she, never winking, boldly said:

'When it comes to a point like this, it's our duty to help neighbors in distress! What name shall we give the baby?'

Behold three little loves of lions, who threw themselves on all fours to bless HEAVEN for their happy deliverance. In a moment, their 'mamma' rose up, her forehead bathed in perspiration, (it was so warm,) and shaking her hair from head to foot:

Brrrr, is that all?' said she. Perhaps madam has n't dined yet ; let's see if there is any thing in the kitchen.'

They searched all over the bottom of the cave; absolutely there was nothing there except two tibias of a horse, and a dromedary's hoof. 'There ain't enough in this restaurant for me,' says the lioness. 'Wait a minute. Young ones, come kiss mamma!'

The young ones growled; their ma started off with a straight tail ; Maldonata sat down, exclaiming :

Well, it is funny! Spite of all, I'm deuced hungry.' An hour passed away· but hunger did n't.

All at once, the lioness sprung into the middle of the society, holding in her jaws a roasted kid, piping hot; and under each arm a basket of provisions, which she generously spread out on the floor. Simplicity of the golden age!

They had, upon my word of honor, a four-pound loaf of bread, radishes, fresh butter, and tooth-picks!

When they had swallowed every thing, excluding tooth-picks, but including the kid, the lioness said :

Let's see, while we take coffee suppose we talk over our affairs. As you can perceive, my good woman, we ain't 'badly off;' and if the table suits you, suppose you put up here? Possibly you 've got into that confounded bad habit of sleeping in a bed, but bah! you need n't be any tenderer than the Spanish soldiers, who, to keep the grounds of others sleep on the earth, eat black bread, and let themselves be shot into the bargain.'

Maldonata found this argument conclusive. As she had no other house, she gave the preference to one she was in to the rest. Affairs went along smoothly for some time. Every morning after her toilette, the lioness led out her little ones grew enormously — and the four did not return until the vesper-hour, loaded with food, but no liquor

that was n't their forte.

- that

During their absence, the fair Spaniard composed romances, or tamed lizards; but alas! one fine morning, a corporal's guard surprised her, and led her before the tribunal of the intelligent governor.

'Morbleu,' said he, 'madam, you have violated my sentinel; you've thrown snuff into the teeth of my authority; this can't pass thus. Prepare yourself. You have treated me like a beast, and now I'm going to treat the beasts with you.'

No sooner said than done; they undressed my young daughter; they led her out again to the plain; they tied her to a stout post, planted there expressly for people abandoned to the lions and flies, (mouches!)

May-be you think her history ends here? No, you don't there are seventeen columns more of it in the Spanish Moniteur; but as it is a paper which has to talk a great deal to tell a very little, I'll arrange it for you, short order.

Three days afterward, a patrol of city police were walking in the country.

Tron de l'air,' said the corporal, 'what do I see? A division. of tigers trying to kick up a row, bagasse! with a battalion of lions - if they ain't lionesses. Eh! Mossu, the Governor, has ordered me to keep order, tron dé l'air! let us surprise the enemy! En avant, fistons!'

Hurrah!' they screamed in Spanish, and immediately threw themselves - flat on their bellies, which manœuvre so surprised the enemy that tigers fled with lions at their heels; but the lioness remained crouched at the foot of the post.

At length, half with half against their own wills, the soldiers slowly advanced, little by little, step by step, like a cat eyeing a canary-bird in its cage. Maldonata, who saw them coming, said to her lioness: 'Go! I must converse hold with all these gentlemen!' And the lioness obeyed, like a poodle.

Tron dé l'air, my princess, this animal's received a splendid education,' said the corporal; but sandis! here you are again in contravention to the authority; eh! Mossu, the Governor, had you planted here to wilt, and not grow green again. Come along, my girl, there's something suspicious under all this- eh!'

'Ah! ha!' said the Governor, hearing the tale of Maldonata, 'you've got lions who don't want to live on you, have you? Well, this thing must end some where! sangbleu! tubleu! ventrebleu! Ah, bah! Ï pardon you. Go, change your clothes, and, above all, your habits.'

What a kind governor! A cord round her neck, back naked, ditto all over, clothes with a vengeance!

On her dismissal from court, a fat banker of the place, who under her light dress found the guilty one to his taste, laid his coffers and his hand at her feet. Times were bad. Maldonata picked them both up. They had a good many infants, but never one quarrel.

THIS, gentlemen and ladies, makes you see, firstly, how useless it is to say that any one is ever eaten up by hunger, since it is forbidden by authority Spanish; lastly, that a good way to prevent being devoured by beasts, is to have half a dozen among your acquaintances.

VI.

For if one's known to jingle rhymes,
Men vote him but a flat,

And pass him with a sidelong bow,
And cold enough at that;

But the melody of jingling dimes

Is quite another sound;

That lifts the beavers from their heads In deference profound.

VII.

Gain is the Ogre of the age,

That changes men to churls,

That swallows up aspiring minds,

As oysters swallow pearls:

They leave the bar, the bench, the desk, The academic shade,

And, harnessed in alluring bands,

Become the slaves of trade.

VIII.

Behold, with solemn 'charges' filled,
Those folios o'er my head;
Charges against all kinds of men,
And some against the dead!
These are the records of my life,
For weary days and years;
A sort of sea, that long has swayed
My shifting hopes and fears.

IX.

Yet is my nature not subdued
To that in which it works:
Mine is a sort of holy war,

Like NICHOLAS with the Turks!
Like him I quit a peaceful realm,

And seize the battle brand,

That I may add to my domain
My neighbor's rood of land.

X.

Rhymes are not rhino here; but trade Adds to one's private weal,

And bids e'en beef and puddings smoke

Upon my bit of deal!

So, when your kindly questions come,

As come they do by dozens,

I answer in this way to all
Inquiring friends and COZZENS.

XI.

A 'nom de plume's a clever veil
For writers weak and shy,
Wherein the private eye can meet,
Nor fear the public I.

I lift the mask for you to peep,
But charge you not to tell

What Pagan or what Christian phiz
Is worn by HONEYWELL.