GOSSIP WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS. - Place aux dames-room at the head of the table, KNICKERBOCKER friends, for our friend FREDA, of Ohio, who speaks to us somewhat Germanesquely this month in

'The World's Morning.

'DEEP within the gloomy cavern of Salzburg's rocky hill,

Kaiser FRIEDRICH sits asleep through the long night wild and chill,
Till the bad world reach its worst. When he awakes, there will
Dawn the world's millennial morning.

'He sees the sorrowing nations with bloody sweat and tears,
Toiling up the steeps of Time: flashing red the battle spears,
While dark with desolations roll on the laden years,

To the world's millennial morning.

'HARK! the myriad voices blending in one triumphal song,
A mighty chorus swelling clear, jubilant and strong;
At last the day is dawning to right the nation's wrong,
"T is the world's millennial morning!

'Waken, waken Kaiser FREDERICK! the east with dawn is bright,
And the nations who sit sighing now see a joyful sight;
The skies afloat with splendor, flushing red the rosy light
Of the world's millennial morning.

'Let thy shield be hung aloft, as on old Romaglia's plain,
Ho! every one that suffers wrong at hands of brother man,
Here's a Kaiser come to judge you, as he answers it again,
(In the world's millennial morning!)

'CHRIST is coming! Let creation's groans and travails cease,
Rest for the oppressed and weary. To the captives swift release,
I hear His voice in music to all the nations peace!

In the world's millennial morning!'

Yes, fair dame, you sing truly. The time will come, the day will dawn, let Falsehood and Oppression say what they will, when the GREAT EMPEROR will awake, and Truth and Freedom spread broad and wide over all humanity. We advance through evil to righteousness, through war to peace, through trials and tribulations to glorious crowns of light; and in that day it will be recovered and remembered who it was that in these darkened hours prophesied daringly, and spoke bravely in prose or song of the dawning yet to be.

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THERE is a strong touch of the old Puritan in the anecdote penned by a New-Haven friend: 'Commodore FOOTE, who is a native of New-Haven, Conn., was hardly supposed by his fellow-citizens to be very much of a ‘fighting man,' from the fact that he was always seen at the evening' prayer-meetings,' in the City of Elms, and generally 'led' on those occasions. Old Commodore GREGORY, of that ilk, is in this respect just Foore's opposite, and an anxious individual questioned him one day, prior to Fort Henry, regarding the qualifications of the man who was to go down the Mississippi. 'Sir,' said GREGORY, 'he's just the man. 'He'll pray like a Saint, and fight like the Devil!'' OUR 'wee one' explodes in the following for this month: 'Will you have some minute-pudding?' asked Mamma of an eight-year older, at dinner. 'I had rather have a Minute's pie!' was the prompt rejoinder. KNICK Still continues to receive a vast amount of juvenilia, but regrets to state that of fourteen perfectly

authentic instances of youthful humor, the foregoing is the only one in the
least degree passable, or probable. What has become of Young America? Is
it all dried up'? Or has it'simmered down'?
THESE be the days
of war-songs, and here is one:

'JESUS, look down with THY tender smile,
Upon THY childless daughter;

May the angel PEACE, with snow-white stole,
Walk over the waves of my troubled soul,

AS CHRIST upon the water.'

Know you CALLOT's pictures of the Horrors of War? There is more than one of them limned in the foregoing.

whiffs this month as follows:

KNICK'S Pipe sends forth its

The Pipe Papers.

NO. II.

NEVER believe that you cannot be cheated in a meerschaum.

Herr POLLAK, of Hunguary

you may find him in Broome-street, near the Bowery - affirms that ten years' manufacture of meerschaums hardly sufficeth to tell the real article. Have I not been shown, at a grand dépôt of meerschaums in Vienna, one counterfeit, which the proprietor had purchased as genuine, and been cheated?

The Sea-Foam pipe, like its Aphrodite Arch-Type, is a fancy article-something that nobody should do without yet which as to the perfection thereof, no one can be positively sure. But why vex one's mighty soul over such dreams? Is it not all in all sufficient if the pipe smoke sweetly — and color well! There be real meerschaums, which smoke indifferently. witness my

great Spiegel meerschaum, which I bought in Munich; and then there are Meer-Shams light, fragrant, floatable in watercoloring kindly. Very pleasant humbugs these, reminding one of wax roses, which are more valuable than the real.

I spoke of Meerschaum and the Aphrodite, Sea-Foam VENUS. By me lies a note from one who was i' the olden time a mystery- one of the ocean-born; she whom I sang as BOHUMIRA in the earlier life a swan-white child of the waters. She is the earthly counterpart of the Meerschaum.

'Et ut cognoscos latius.'

Hear what she says: 'They, my locks, were light cream-gold once even like those of the Borgia but they have grown browner and darker, baking and coloring with ripening passions, till they are now quite black. Only sometimes in the sun you may see the brown tint gleam again, even as the warm rays in winter reveal the early joys of spring.'

So it may be seen - I have smoked this out from a glorious pipe of richlyscented Varinas-Knaster that girls' tresses color, even as meerschaums do; from corn-gold-yellow up to chinquapin-brown, yea, even to black, showing, however, (as my Vienna pipe doth,) brown hues in the sunlight. And so the head of a damsel and the head of a pipe have an æsthetic affinity — think of this when you smoke tobacco!

And having attained to this sublime conception, I see something even beyond. May it not be that the ancient Greeks, under their Foam-Born VENUS, typified the Pipe, and that they smoked in the orgies? They had lots of jolly mysteries in those same orgies. May it -not-per-haps—puff—puff —puff.

Oh! beg pardon, I was smoking, and peradventure I was oblivious. Verily, I have a habit, when the pipe is fairly full of odorant mild tobacco,

pleasantly scented, 'under a good flute-way,' as the Germans say, when it draws freely, and is evenly lighted, of wandering away from earthly cares into strange dreams; far into giant-ferny forests, where the fairy horns blow, where the leaves rustle in antique languages, and in quaint Orphic measures; and the LAMIA sits at my feet, and I love her Sappho-serpent graces; and BoHumira steals, clad in black-brown locks, from her Sclavonian, cloud-goblin land of ever-changing, flitting-golden loveliness, to bewilder me with her fearful beauty — SMARRA, the Serbian night-mare of rapture, sweetness and death.

Puff-puff-puff!

And the coal glows and the smoke rises.

And SHE waves her hand, and raiseth the vision.

'Or all that is most beauteous, imaged there

In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,

An ampler ether, a diviner air,

And fields invested with purpureal gleams;
Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day
Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey.'

'Leave me not yet, BOHUMIRA!'

'We will not leave thee, FRANC GLASGERION! The LAMIA and the SUCCUBUS love thee, mon cher - restez tranquille !'

Puff-puff

The scene changes. O DORE! are you there, my boy, in that infinite plain, vast beyond human daring— thirty-eight thousand miles of golden prairie, piled and over-piled with antique palace — spire, colonnade, and gray, forgotten broken dreams in crumbling marble — all in the last rays, the ruddy reflét of her eyes.

'UPON that boundless plain below,

The setting sun's last rays were shed,
And gave a mild and sober glow,
Where all were still, asleep, or dead;
Vast ruins in the midst were spread,
Pillars and pediments sublime,

Where the gray moss had formed a bed,

And clothed the crumbling spoils of time.'

‘Leave me not yet, Sclavonian SUCCUBA!'

'Restez tranquille toujours, mon p'tit. Smoke on, we remain till thy pipe creaks, and the incense rises no longer from its bowl.'

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So much the better to swallow you-you dear!'

'H—h― help! h'lp! I'm- dy — ing!'

Was it Nightmare or Day-mare? Here I am, awake in the portico, pipe out, the last rays of the setting sun shining in on me, and far beyond the Kill

Van Kull spread the Bergen hills; lo! there is Communipaw, and Hoboken, and New-York, and the ever-beautiful bay, and there darts the Pomona ! BOHUMIRA, serve me this trick, an thou wilt once more. LAMIA, why did you keep her off! So I pick out the pipe-ashes musingly; would that every smoke would bring me that sweet nightmare again, and those eternal eyes. But 't is vanished to the land of dreams.

'LIKE the dew on the mountain,

Like the foam on the river,

Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and forever.'

KNICK makes no app- ['how many p's aw there in 'apology,' WOBERT ?] for printing the following. It will bear it:

'Washington, Iowa, January 17th, 1862.

'DEAR SIR: Inclosed is a three-dollar-bill, in payment full for your rich and rollicking, racy and rarely rubiginous 'Old KNICK,' for the year 1862. Long may it wave! Oh! bully for IT! Mail it this way-forgetting not the premium, KIMBALL'S great Wall-Street Revelaish Yours quitely, L. G. DAWSON, Washington, Iowa.'

Man of Iowa, thou art a brick, and we would that there were more like unto thee. 'Rich, rollicking, racy, and rarely rubiginous.' Seldom rusty, that is, and little indeed is the danger of such an 'old file' as KNICK's rusting, while giving edge to such keen blades as our friend's of the West. following is not o' the worst:

THE

'A MOST ludicrous circumstance happened some time ago in a village out West. It was generally understood that, on a coming Sabbath evening, a marriage ceremony would be solemnized at the village church. All hands turned out accordingly. It was arranged that the bridal-parties should not appear in the church till the close of the sermon, at which time they would enter; the ceremony would take place immediately, and at its close they would retire, the congregation remaining for the concluding services. The good minister having finished his discourse, and the parties not having made their appearance as yet, he proposed to fill up what was becoming rather an awkward interval by 'lining' and singing a hymn. Opening a hymn-book at random, he read off the lines:

'ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wistful eye.'

'The incongruity of such a sentiment, just preceding a marriage ceremony, was so apparent that it was with great difficulty that 'some brother raised the tune,' and 'audible smiles' prevailed all over the house. Before the hymn was completed, the bride and groom, with their attendants, entered, and appeared in front of the altar. The singing ceased, the parties were 'united,' and they retraced their steps down the aisle. Just as they passed the door, the minister brought up the book to his eye, and proceeded: 'FILLED with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay.'

'This was too much.

on the face of even the

The young folks absolutely tittered, and a broad grin rested oldest inhabitant.' The mirth of the whole audience was very imperfectly bottled, until the good folks reached their homes, when the strings at once gave way, the corks flew, and every house rang with peals of laughter.'