succession, the discovery or development of which empowers an intelligent being, by means of one event or phenomenon, or by a series of given events or phenomena, to anticipate the recurrence of another event or phenomenon, or of a required series of events or phenomena, and to summon them into exist ence, and employ their instrumentality in the gratification of his wishes, or in the accomplishment of his purposes.

INDIGNANT LETTER.

Addressed to a Louisiana clergyman by a Virginia corre

spondent.

SIR-You have behaved like an impetiginous acroyli-like those inquinate orosscrolest who envious of my moral celsitude fecund words which my polymathic genius uses with uberity to carry their mugacity to the height of creating symposically the abligate the tongues of the weightless. Sir, you have corassly parodied my own pet words, as though they were tangrams. I will not conceroate reproaches. I would obduce a veil over the tible heart. I am silent on the foscillation which my coadful atramental ingratitude which has chamiered eyen my undiscep fancy must have given you when I offered to become your fanton and adminicle. I will not speak of the liptitude, the ablepsy you have shown in exacerbating me; one whose genius you should have approached with mental discalceation. So, I

I warn

tell you, Sir, syncophically and without supervacaneous words, nothing will render ignoscible your conduct to me. you that I will vellicate your nose if I thought your moral diathesis could be thereby performed. If I thought that I should not impigorate my reputation by such a degladiation. Go tagygraphic; your oness inquinate draws oblectation from the greatest poet since Milton, and draws upon your head this letter, which will drive you to Webster, and send you to sleep "Knowledge is power," and power is mercy; so I wish you

over it.

INTRAMURAL ÆSTIVATION.

In candent ire the solar splendor flames;
The foles, languescent, pend from arid raines;
His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes,
And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes.

How dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes,
Dorm on the herb with none to supervise,
Carp the suave berries from the crescent vine,
And bibe the flow from longicaudate kine!
To me, alas! no verdurous visions come,
Save yon exiguous pool's conferva-scum;
No concave vast repeats the tender hue
That laves my milk-jug with celestial blue!
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
Oh, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,-
Depart,-be off,-excede,-evade,―erump!

Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table

Is, after all, but metaphysical.

Oh! would that I, my Mary, were an Acid

A living Acid; thou an Alkali

Endowed with human sense; that, brought together,

We both might coalesce into one Salt,

One homogeneous crystal. Oh that thou

Wert Carbon, and myself were Hydrogen!

We would unite to form olefiant gas,

Or common coal, or naphtha. Would to heaven
That I were Phosphorus, and thou wert Lime,
And we of Lime composed a Phosphuret!

I'd be content to be Sulphuric Acid,

So that thou mightst be Soda.

In that case,

We should be Glauber's Salt. Wert thou Magnesia Instead, we'd form the salt that's named from Epsom. Couldst thou Potassa be, I Aquafortis,

Our happy union should that compound form,

Nitrate of Potash-otherwise Saltpetre.
And thus, our several natures sweetly blent.
We'd live and love together, until death
Should decompose this fleshly Tertium Quid,
Leaving our souls to all eternity

Amalgamated! Sweet, thy name is Briggs,
And mine is Johnson. Wherefore should not we
Agree to form a Johnsonate of Briggs?

We will! the day, the happy day is nigh,

When Johnson shall with beauteous Briggs combine.

THE ANATOMIST TO HIS DULCINEA.

I list as thy heart and ascending aorta

Their volumes of valvular harmony pour;

And my soul from that muscular music has caught a
New life 'mid its dry anatomical lore.

Ob, rare is the sound when thy ventricles throb
When the auricles answer with rhythmical sob,
In a systolic symphony measured and slow,

As they

murmur a melody wondrously low!

Oh, thy cornea, love, has the radiant light
Of the sparkle that laughs in the icicle's sheen;
And thy crystalline lens, like a diamond bright,
Through the quivering frame of thine iris is seen!
And thy retina, spreading its lustre of pearl,
Like the far-away nebula, distantly gleams

From

a vault of black cellular mirrors that hurl

From their hexagon angles the silvery beams.

Ah! the flash of those orbs is enslaving me still,
As they roll 'neath the palpebræ, dimly translucent,
Obeying in silence the magical will

Of the oculo-motor-pathetic-abducent.

Oh, sweet is thy voice, as it sighingly swells
From the daintily quivering chorda vocales,

Or

rings in clear tones through the echoing cells Of the antrum, the ethmoid, and sinus frontales!

ODE TO SPRING.

WRITTEN IN A LAWYER'S OFFICE.

Whereas on sundry boughs and sprays
Now divers birds are heard to sing,
And sundry flowers their heads upraise-
Hail to the coming on of Spring!

The birds aforesaid, happy pairs!

Love midst the aforesaid boughs enshrines
In household nests, themselves, their heirs,
Administrators, and assigns.

The songs of the said birds arouse

The memory of our youthful hours.
As young and green as the said boughs,
As fresh and fair as the said flowers.

O busiest term of Cupid's court!

When tender plaintiffs actions bring;
Season of frolic and of sport,

Hail, as aforesaid, coming Spring!

PRISTINE PROVERBS PREPARED FOR PRECOCIOUS PUPILS.

Observe yon plumed biped fine!

To effect his captivation,

Deposit particles saline

Upon his termination.

Cryptogamous concretion never grows
On mineral fragments that decline repose.
Whilst self-inspection it neglects,

Nor its own foul condition sees,
The kettle to the pot objects
Its sordid superficies.

Decortications of the golden grain
Are set to allure the aged fowl, in vain.

Teach not a parent's mother to extract

The embryo juices of an egg by suction:
That good old lady can the feat enact,

Quite irrespective of your kind instruction.

Pecuniary agencies have force

To stimulate to speed the female horse.

Bear not to yon famed city upon Tyne
The carbonaceous product of the mine.

The mendicant, once from his indigence freed,
And mounted aloft on the generous steed,
Down the precipice soon will infallibly go,
And conclude his career in the regions below.

It is permitted to the feline race

To contemplate even a regal face.

Metric Prose.

Quid tentabam scribere versus erat.—OVID.

COWPER'S LETTER TO NEWTON.

The following letter was written to Rev. John Newton, by William Cowper, in reference to a poem On Charity, by the latter:

My very dear friend, I am going to send, what when you have read, you may scratch your head, and say I suppose, there's nobody knows, whether what I have got, be verse or not; by the tune and the time, it ought to be rhyme; but if it be, did ever you see, of late or of yore, such a ditty before?

I have writ "Charity," not for popularity, but as well as I could, in hopes to do good; and if the "Reviewer" should say to be sure, the gentleman's muse wears Methodist shoes, you may know by her pace, and talk about grace, that she and her bard have little regard for the tastes and fashions, and ruling passions, and hoydening play, of the modern day; and though she assume a borrowed plume, and now and then wear a tittering air, 'tis only her plan, to catch if she can, the giddy and gay, as they go that way, by a production of a new construction; she has baited her trap, in the hope to snap all that may come, with a sugar-plum. His opinion in this will not be amiss; 'tis what I intend, my principal end; and if I succeed, and folks should read, till a few are brought to a serious thought, I shall think I am paid for all I have said, and all I have done, although I have run, many a time, after a rhyme, as far as from hence to the end of my sense, and by hook or by crook, write another book, if I live and am here another year.

I have heard before of a room with a floor, laid upon springs, and such-like things, with so much art in every part, that when you went in, you were forced to begin a minuet pace, with an air and a grace, swimming about, now in and now out, with a