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FESTUS: A POEM. Printed first in London,

Hope it is true,

for him to write onto.
and that we shall be there at the time
they're handed to him, for there'll be

and a'terwards in the United'n States'n. In elegant speakin'. We will contribute, even one volume. pp. 187.

We have received the following critique
of the above, also written in blank verse:
'Tis a great poem. Tallest man in a crowd
IS BAILEY, and that crowd the men of an age,
Lesser or larger. MILTON, broad of shoulders,
Without no eye in his head, but eye in his soul,
Sweeping a circle big as a cart-wheel:
AVON, sweet bard! with natur' in his train,
And so on, many others. Let that pass.
With FESTUS we pull up; put it into our pipes
And smoke it; chew it like a cud,
Put it in our cheek like a quid,

Roll it like a sweet morsel under the tongue.
'Tis true we oft have seen the devil's pictur',
But never herd the ole gen'lman speak so well,
As if he sot in his own parlor talking,
And a-puttin' on the angel; light in visage,
With a heart as black as soot, and his long tail
Like a Mandarin's cue tied up.
Stupendous FESTUS! full of great big thoughts,
Hurled and detached like masses from the

mainland,

Brooded over by a spirit bold and daring,
Mr. BAYLEY!

out of our not very full puss, the price of one year's subscription to the Flag-Staff' for that chair and table. If he ever comes to our office, we will, to make use of a 'umerous expression, give him three cheers! He always means well.

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POEMS: by J. SOMEBODY, Esq., Author of The
Owlets of Goose-Creek,' Get-u-göhna, or
the Yelled-to-Death of the Wyckenquok,' an
Indian Legend, etc. New-York: SMITH AND
SMITHSON.

WITH a most elegant snow-white bespangled paper cover, delicately stitched, with a wide margin, plenty of blanks, and of a luscious workmanship, indicating the extreme modesty of Mr. SOMEBODY, who deems his poems to be such refulgent gems that they must have a settin' to match. We suspect Mr. SOMEBODY will turn out to be NOBODY. This remark is severe, but it is deserved.

LOVE-SICK TALES: Collected from all the
Magazines. By ELIZABETH SPINSTER.

A LABOR of love. Time would fail to characterize the volume as it deserves. We therefore pass it by, and en passong, as the Frenchmen say, we must say it is quite passable.

Communications.

CLARK'S KNICKERBOCKER MAGAZINE FOR JULY. In one volume. pp. 96. Published by Mr. SAMUEL HUESTON, (not the Texas General,) at Number 139 Nassau-street, New-York. THIS periodical Magazine comes out with a pictur' of the man himself, HYPERIUM's curls onto it, and a small black watch-chain, and his signatur', with customary bird's-claw, underneath. It's as like him as two peas; featur's extr'ordinary correct, but somehow or nother it only looks like him as Lake Meopac without no breeze onto it looks like Lake Meopac when there is a little breeze onto it. He was in a very sedative humor, guess, when that was taken; but a single hairstroke would 'gin it all it wants. Gash that crease in the forward a little deeper, Mr. CHENEY-no matter if the blood comes and chisel out that nick in the corner of his meöuth, and then you have him in the attitude of telling that story about Mr. MACREADY; and if Mr. MACREADY do n't laugh when he sees that, we don't know. Very much obliged to him for the compliment of copyin' out a large portion of the Flag-Staff.' Let him keep on in the way he's been a-doin' a matter about which to quarrel in his Editor's Table' the last fifteen years about, that we trusted to see it or so, and he'll get the love of commu-righted, especially as we think that nity. We was told last week by Mr. the GUMS, is better grammar than a GUMS, and sounds better, and looks better, and in fact is better. Howsomever, for to compromise

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SMITH, that some of 'OLD KNICK.'s admirers in the city was about to present him with a elegant editor's chair for him to set into, and a han'sum' editor's table

MR. EDITOR: Sir:-I notice that the Rev. Mr. HANKS in the 'Ark of Noah,' speaking of my invention of the Bobble, alludes to it as the work of a Mr. GUMS. I beg to inform him that the Mr. GUMS who done it is well known to community, and to the continent of Europe; and with all due respect to Grammar, the definite article might be as well applied to him as others worthy of the same notice.

Truly yours,

PHILIP GUMS.

THE definite article is so small

the matter, we propose that he be simply alluded to as Gums.

ED. B. F. 8. AND I. E.

MR. FLAG-STAFF: I am stopt of my rest o' nights by my neighbors' dogs, roosters a-crowin', and a little screech-owl onto a bough. With the dogs, it is 'ki-i! ki-i!' the whole blessed nocturnal watches; with the roosters, an unceasing 'dhudal-dhu!' till DAN PHŒBUs' luminary, and the little owl most dismal. The dogs I won't stand. This is to give my neighbors warning that if they don't tie their curs' throats tite and hermetically seal them, I shall herewith enter upon a crusade with six-shooters, following it up with sharp sticks and warm applications.

A CONSTANT SUBSCRIBER.

DEAR MR. EDITOR: If you think the enclosed copy of verses will do credit to your paper, you are welcome to publish them. Please send me a dozen or twenty copies for my friends, and put it in a conspicuous place. It is my first attempt in print, and if you see any thing in it commendable, please say so. It has been much admired by those who have read it in Ms. I should feel much reluctance to venture with it in print, had I not been pressingly requested to do so by a number of friends, who think it will subserve the cause of letters. I beg to premise, that it was written in great haste, and is not so good as the author can write, if needs be. I expect a compensation. Please say, in answer to this, whether you wish me to write for your newspaper, as I have a large collection of Mss., which will be offered on reasonable terms, both poetry and prose.

P. S. Would you have the kindness to exert your influence with the Bunkum bookseller to publish a uniform edition of

my works?

DEAR SIR: I open this again after it is closed, to say if you will send me the proofsheet, and also direct attention to it in a little editorial, as it is my first attempt in print, you will oblige, WILLIAM G. NOKER.

Of all the girls in Rosendale,

The fair SUSANNA beats them all;
When at the ball, or on the green,
The fair SUSANNA meets them all.

No word of mouth, no tongue can tell,
Her sweet ingenuous, modest grace;
When blush on blush comes rippling o'er
SUSANNA'S charming face.

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HISTORICAL SOCIETY OF BUNKUM: Monthly Meeting.· Old Mr. SNAPS read a paper on the philosophical connection there is between Historic Lore and the development of a nation's Principles.' It lasted for two hours, during which, it enchained the audience in the stillness of death, from which the bursting of all the guns in the arsenal wouldn't wake them. The main design of it was to make a great effort, and to show the intellectual strength of Mr. SNAPS. The effect was profound. Those who remained awake at the end of one hour, were seized with a violent fit of coughing, which afflicted them to a really painful degree. But the orator, with a kindly sympathy for them, was tender enough to wait until they had partially recovered, which time he spent in gargling his mouth out with a glass of cold water. He then proceeded to a consummation, not until he had built up and compacted his subject with all the nails, and screws, and metaphysical hammers, so that it cannot at all be moved, but stands forever, monumentum arius · a brazen monument.

Mr. DUMBIDIKES followed in an elaborate essay on the clam-banks of Long Island, with an allusion to clamb-aches, and respect to DANIEL WEBSTER, all of which was

well received. He explained why it was that the abdomens of the soft-clam-eaters on the south-side rose and fell with the tides of the Atlantic. It was the simple principle of expansion and contraction, arising out of supply and demand. Neither electricity nor magnetism had nothing to do with it.

Mr. VON WIEBEL notified the society that he had received a present of a couple of old chairs from Amsterdam, and they were now brought in in a shackly condition. On motion it was resolved, that the thanks of the Society be returned, and that they be deposited in the cock-loft till wanted.

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Mr. FLIPKINS read a paper on Putty, its discovery, early uses, v. Z. Q.' — fluctuations in the price of the same, and the present mode of using the article in putty-guns. All those who heard the essay will not soon forget it. It was on a subject that will stick, to make use of a facetious remark.

Dymenal.

MARRIED, on Tuesday morning, by Rev. RUBBABEL DIKES, Mr. LION to Miss LAMB :

YES, the days for which we sighed,
Are coming without sham,
When warring hearts shall be allied
The LION and the LAMB!

By the same Mr. FOURTH to Miss July :

O singular coincidence.

To marry FOURTH to Miss JULY, Leading us to conclude from hence

"TOPER.' If your taste is constitutional, better swing off altogether. Any how, if you tipple brandy and water in the morning, you're a gone case.

'STUTTERER.' If you cannot propose to the girl without making yourself ridiculous, let your eyes speak; squeeze her hand; and ten to one she won't say 'N-n-n-o.'

JE-PISCATOR.'- Very well. If he do, then he do; let

They could n't, apart, to the realms of glory fly. Wisconsin papers, and those throughout the United'n States'n generally, please copy.

Obituary.

DIED, at his late residence on Sky Hill, JOHN SMITH, at the ripe atas of fifty. He never travelled ten miles from his domicil in all his life, and got his living from selling cabbages, and his death from eating them. He has deceased, 'greatly regretted by a large circle of friends.' 'An honest man is the noblest work of GOD,' POPE PIUS.

On the sixth instimo, CHARLES GRIMLEY, aged thirty years, a few months, a few hours,

him do.

'JACQUES.'

Certainly.

'MILTON JUNIOR.' — Very happy to read your Epic, and publish portions. Review it in FlagStaff Praise good passages; run down poor

ones.

'SCOGEY.' Thank you. We think we see ourselves travellink fifty miles in order to read over together' your 'series of prose skeeches suitable for the 'Flag-Staff! When the 'Flag-Staff' is in want of your pieces we will let you know. 'JASPER.' - My friend and pitcher, where are your ears? We didn't do it.

'MACHEATH.' No Sir: Your play has got double ontonders into it, and we never will recommend it to the managers. Them vile ontonders is doin' more to keep away decent people from the theater than a little. I don't mind lookin' at a bad ca-rackter; but a vile sentiment or indecency, like essence, leaks right into the marrow-bones of the soul. We like to see a good play, and we like to see it as it is writ, scenery and lights included; but we never, never will encourage play-writers or play-actors in their panderings to make a pit of mere boys in their shirt-sleeves squawk right out. Let them crack their pea-nuts in the interludes of decency, say we. Good mornin', Mr. Macheath!

Advertisements.

UNKUM MUSEUM.-EXTRAORDINARY ties added! We have now a splendid

CAT HARMONICON,

the only one in Christendom. Mr. PHILIP
SQUAWKER, the ingenious mechanic, invented
this instrument from a critical comparison of
the various notes of house-top cats with the
notes of the gamut. Their tails are thrust
through holes in a deal-board, (Tom's bass and
TABITHA's treble,) and fastened to a key-board,
on which Mr. SQUAWKER plays, as on an organ.
Also, a
GOOSE,

born without any teeth. Splendid

WAX FIGURES,

comprising POLLY BODINE, the DUKE OF WEL LINGTON, BURKE the murderer, and General WASHINGTON. Also, a

LITTLE HOG,

which would have saved a whole Irish family from being starved, but he got out of the pen and fled to the sea-coast. Newts, Snakes, Alligators, Dead Sea-water in bottles, and Tomahawks. A COW WITH THREE LEGS and the beautiful MISS ANGELINA will dance the Polka every evening. Also, Statuary and Portraits by distinguished masters.

LIKENESSES CUT

by Master GOODBOY's big toe.

PERSON'S WEIGHED,

together with other curiosities, too numerous to mention. Reverend the clergy invited to attend free gratis. Nothing theatrical. Also, to give out in their pulpits that we expect to have a

LEARNED GOAT

TIXICUM TONIC.

CERTAIN CURE FOR SENSE OF GONENESS.

TH

HIS invaluable Tonic has now been before the public for a quarter of a century, and a century would fail to tell the good it done. A friend in whom we can put every confidence writes from Maunch-Chunk, in Pennsylvania:

'YOUR Tixicum bitters have riz me right up onto my legs. From being a most heartrending sight, sallow, and with a pain in my back, and with one of my large toes out of joint, they builded up my natur' till I could stand as firm as a stone-fence. Your Tonic is the best-tasted thing for a drug I ever seen. I must inform you that that horrible Sense of Goneness at the pit of the stomach, to which purgatory is a mere solitary touch, and crackers only afforded a cotemporary relief, has winged its everlasting flight. These attacts of Goneness for many years could n't be described by any dismal language which I am capable of. They leave all attempts at description and scenery far in the back-ground. Sir, you will believe me when I tell you that my stomach felt as hollow as a bucket, and like a wilderness country with nothing into it but the hooting of owls. Ardent spirits would 'a gin' me temperary relief; but I am a reformed drunkard; and having delivered lectur's in that capacity, and collapsed once or twice in my effort to shake off this nightmare omnibus, besides all eyes of society fixed on me, I consider King Alchy out of the question. If you had looked at my countenance when I was sufferin', you would 'a thought I was a lunatic hippocondrick and paralittic combined in one miserable mass of dejection; and like a poor dog, with my tail under my legs, I would have bit the head off of the best friend I had on earth. Though brought up pious in my youth, yet when these fits was onto me I have been known to cuss so as to be a nuisance to the neighborhood. Three bottles of your Tixicum Tonic went right to the spot, and relieved my cussing. I said to my wife, it was like bottled sunshine to my constitushun, and sent a gleam of light all through me, with a peculiar tinglish sensation of the intestines, as if a hundred little pitchforks was to work; very

to read writing, now on his way from Pough pleasant; and I kept crying out: 'Go it, my keepsie, and two dozen

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little fellers! Make hay while the sun shines!
Sharpen up the p'ints! spit onto 'em! Prick
it in, but don't spile the superficies! How'll
you swap for needles? Ginger is no touch to
you!
Waxinate the whole inner man; no
fault found, and a wote of thanks passed!' In
this childish way I used to go on, making a
speech to them bitters, while they was a-doin'
their work; and all the while my countenance
one glow of satisfaction, as would ripen a
corn-field. Set me down for ten bottles of
the Tixicum, and make the mixtur' a little
hotter yit. If the cause of humanity and the
human species will be at all reinstated by what
I have said of your Tonic, you are welcome to
publish it as the only thing which did JOHN
TAPEWORM any good. That's a fact.'

THE above glowing tribute is one of a thousand from ministers of the Gospel, lawyers, doctors of law, foreigners, individuals, me. chanics, and all classes. $500!-FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS forfeited if it don't cure, by those who continue to use it long enough.

From an old lady, aged seventy-five, residing at Tipton-on-Turns:

'DEAR SUR: I have been subjick for fifteen | may be familiarized to our TRAFFIC, the folyears to turns, and kept a-cryin' out: I'm lowing poor unfortunate creatures, on whom a-Dyin'! I'm a-Dyin! I'm a-Dyin'!' and told Providence has laid its heaviest hand, and them to drive a Nail in my Hed, meanin' a whose afflictions may be alleviated by being Pin in my Cap, and 'I want to see Doctor gazed at, to wit: A DWARF, so exceedingly MILLER, Doctor MILLER, Doctor MILLER, about small, compared with others of the same the line of my Inheritance!' My sensations breed, that we have christened him Monsieur began with a tizatizatizarintum in the back-part DWARF DWARF; a perfect little gentleman, of my Hed, and see a little turkle onto a string. free of limb, and plays well on the jews-harp. There was a parcel of little fellers sort of Supposed to have been checked in his growth dancing on the spine of my back; smartish to cater to the growing taste and to supply the feeling at the tip of my Finger-Nales; could n't market of monstrosities. Sheds a few tears, get no rest nights; tried STOUGHTON'S Bitters, sometimes with apparent bitterness, but geneCalamy-jollups; did n't do no good. Began to rally very pleasant, except when he is a little grow wust about the fust of Febuary. Thought cross, when he is soon whipped into training. felt a crawly sensation on my Hed, and got Also, a SNAKE-MAN; his head flat, his tongue alarmed; fell into hystericks, and my friends forked, and his body slim. Oh a horrible thought I'd arrived at my latter eend. But object, and fust-rate for exhibition; and feels man's extremity GOD's opportunity. Was ad- his affliction most bitterly, which makes him vised to try your Tixicum. I tookt one swal- look more snakish still; and a certin fortune low, and I gagged; but by perseverin', it for any owner of a museum or travelling exwarmed me all through, and my valable life is hibition. Come and see the gentleman! One now spared to Posterity with a Prospick of moment's conversation with him will justify many Dayes. Those ginglimus twitchings, and the brag which we confidently now make, that a running of mice down my back, your Tixi- he is a NONDESCRIPT AND A CUR'OSITY. cum cured it. Mrs. TEAZABY come in one Also, a BABY IN A BOTTLE with two heads; day, and says I, 'My dear, God's will be done!''t was born so, and we've kept it in sperrits. says I. Says she: 'It's all nervous.' Says I: 'Hold your Tongue!' says I; 'it's an Insult; you want to see me dead; you all want to see me dead. You'll have your wish!' and very much excited. Then she speaks more sensible, and says she: What's it like?' and says I: Fire-crackers in Hed.' Then says she: my 'Let me advise you to take RASKEL'S Tixicum Bitters. Cured the widow GOOSEBERRY'S zig.

($50.) Also, a few MONSTROSITIES, calcu-
lated to improve the moral sense of com-
munity. Call soon, as they may be disposed of
at auction, the owners going to Europe. Apply
to
SELLUM AND DAMDFOR'T.
Raskal, July 10, 1849.

zag pains, Rusty-nail in her foot, and two of THE BUNKUM FLAG-STAFF AND INDE

her toes much disordered with corns.' At last I consented, Dere Sur, and stand on TerryFirmy; and to my Certin Nolledge it cured a child of worms. Please accept this Gold-Peace included of Five Dollars for Respect out of Gratitude; and when I get sick again I shall Use It, and be very glad to see you when you come this way, and Bring me somethin'. I thank you to cure me of Hard of Hearing, and LORILLARD'S Best Roscented Mackaboy Snuff. Be sorry to give it up; can't do it; won't hurt me. Please say so, If it won't hurt me, as I know it won't; and Please say so.

From Yours to serve,

'JEMIMA VERIGREEN.'

OR SALE OR TO LET for a term of years, most sacred sensibilities of the human heart, that the eyes and feelings of society at large

PENDENT ECHO is published every now and then at Bunkum, and also at the KNICKERBOCKER office in New-York. It goes in with a strong team for the Principles of 98 and Constitution of the United 'n States'n. For further Particklers see large head. All kinds of job-printing neatly executed with despatch. Horse, wool-carding, cloth-dressing, grist-mill, and other hand-bills, printed on the shortest notice. Old newspapers for sale at this office. WANTED, an Apprentice. He must be bound for eight years, fold and carry papers, ride post once a-week to Babylon, Pequog and Jericho, on our old white mare, and must find and blow his own horn. Store-pay, potatoes, corn, rye, oats, beans, grits, hay, honey and shorts taken in exchange. WANTED to hire, a new-milch farrer-cow; give eight quarts night and morn

to some neigh

bor with a cheese-press for a skim-milk cheese once't a week.

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WHAT moralist shall make distinctions nice,
When Virtue touches on its neighb'ring vice;
When self-will'd obstinacy firmness seems,
And with the praise of courage rashness teems;
When Avarice the garb of Prudence wears,
And sour Intolerance timid Virtue scares ;
When the reluctant gift from man shall claim
The homage due to Charity's blest name,
And base Hypocrisy pursues its trade,
In fair Religion's beauteous robes array'd?
Then learn to know fair-dealing from deceit,
Nor take for current coin its counterfeit ;
Be it the part of wisdom to discriminate

'Twixt Virtue's self and that which doth it imitate.

P. E.

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