who ridicules my poverty, or reproaches my profession, upbraids me with that which industry may retrieve, and integrity may purify. But what riches shall redeem a bankrupt fame? What power shall blanch the sullied snow of character? There can be no injury more deadly. There can be no crime more cruel. It is without remedy; without antidote; without evasion.

The reptile, calumny, is ever on the watch. From the fascination of its eye, no activity can escape. From the venom of its fang, no sanity can recover. It has no enjoyment but crime; no prey but virtue; no interval from the restlessness of its malice, save when, bloated with its victims, it grovels, to disgorge them at the withered shrine where envy idolizes her own infirmities.

WENDELL PHILLIPS,

GUNEOPATHY.

I saw a lady yesterday,

A regular M. D.,

Who'd taken from the Faculty
Her medical degree;

And I thought if ever I was sick
My doctor she should be.

I pity the deluded man

Who foolishly consults
Another man, in hopes to find
Such magical results
As when a pretty woman lays
Her hand upon his pulse!

I had a strange disorder once
A kind of chronic chill,
That all the doctors in the town,
With all their vaunted skill,
Could never cure, I'm very sure,
With powder nor with pill;

I don't know what they called it
In their pompous terms of art,

Edgar did love, but was afraid
To make confession to the maid,
So bashful was the youth:
Certain to meet a kind return,
He let the flame in secret burn,

Till from his lips the maid should learn
Officially the truth.

At length one morn to take the air,
The youth and maid, in one-horse chair,
A long excursion took.

Edgar had nerved his bashful heart
The sweet confession to impart,
For ah! suspense had caused a smart
He could no longer brook.

He drove, nor slackened once his reins,
Till Hempstead's wide-extended plains
Seemed joined to skies above:
Nor house, nor tree, nor shrub was near
The rude and dreary scene to cheer,
Nor soul within ten miles to hear,
And still poor Edgar's silly fear
Forbade to speak of love.

At last one desperate effort broke
The bashful spell, and Edgar spoke
With most persuasive tone;
Recounted past attendance o'er,
And then, by all that's lovely, swore
That he would love forever more,
If she'd become his own.

The maid in silence heard his prayer,
Then, with a most provoking air,

She tittered in his face;

And said, “'Tis time for you to know
A lively girl must have a beau,
Just like a reticule-for show;
And at her nod to come and go;

But he should know his place,

"Your penetration must be dull
To let a hope within your skull

Of matrimony spring.

Your wife? ha! ha! upon my word,
The thought is laughably absurd
As anything I ever heard-

I never dreamed of such a thing!"

The lover sudden dropp'd his rein
When on the center of the plain;

"The linch-pin's out!" he cried;
"Be pleased one moment to alight,
Till I can set the matter right,
That we may safely ride,

He said, and handed out the fair;
Then laughing, cracked his whip in air,
And wheeling round his horse and chair,
Exclaimed, "Adieu, I leave you there
In solitude to roam."

"What mean you, sir?" the maiden cried,
"Did you invite me out to ride,

To leave me here without a guide?

Nay, stop, and take me home."

"What! take you home!" exclaimed the beau, "Indeed, my dear, I'd like to know

How such a hopeless wish could grow,

Or in your bosom spring.

What! take Ellen home! ha! ha! upon my word,

The thought is laughably absurd

As any thing I ever heard

I never dreamed of such a thing!"

ANONYMOUS.

YUSSOUF.

A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,
Saying, “Behold one outcast and in dread,

Against whose life the bow of power is bent,

Who flies, and hath not where to lay his head;

I come to thee for shelter and for food,

To Yussouf, called through all our tribes The Good,'”

“This tent is mine," said Yussouf, “but no more

Than it is God's; come in, and be at peace.
Freely shalt thou partake of all my store

As I of His who buildeth over these

Our tents his glorious roof of night and day,
And at whose door none ever yet heard 'Nay.'”

So Yussouf entertained his guest that night,
And, waking him ere day, said: "Here is gold,
My swiftest horse is saddled for thy flight,
Depart before the prying day grow bold."
As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,
So nobleness enkindieth nobleness.

That inward light the stranger's face made grand,
Which shines from all self-conquest; kneeling low,
He bowed his torehead upon Yussouf's hand,
Sobbing: "O sheik, I cannot leave thee so:
I will repay thee; all this thou hast done

Unto that Ibrahim who slew thy son!"

"Take thrice theid," said Yes for with thee
Into the desc,rever to retu "2

My one black thougresnall ride a- ay from me;
First-born, for whom by day and night I yearn,
Balanced and just are all of God's decrees;
Thou art avenged, my first-born, sleep in peace!"

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL,