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As he beheld the Stranger. He was not
In costly raiment clad, nor on his brow
The symbol of a lofty lineage wore;
No followers at his back, nor in his land
Buckler, or sword or spear; yet in his mien
Command sat thrones serene, and if he smiled,
A kingly condescension graced liis lips,
The lion would have crouched to in his lair.
His garb was simple, and his sandals worn;
His statue modelled with a perfect grace;
His countenance, the impress of a God
Touched with the open innocence of a child;
Ilis eye was blue and calın, as is the sky
In the serenest noon; his hair, unshorn,
Fell to his shoulders; and liis curling beard
The fulness of perfected manhood bore.
He looked on Helon earnestly awhile,
As if his heart was moved; and stooping down,
He took a little water in his hand
And laid it on his brow, and said, “Be clean!"
And lo! the scules fell from him, and his blood
Coursed with delicious coolness through liis veins,
And his dry palms grew moist, and on his brow
The dewy softness of an infant's stole.
His leprosy was cleansed, and he fell down
Prostrate at Jesus' feet, and worshipped hin.

N. P. Willis.


PLEADING EXTRAORDINARY. MAY IT PLEASE THE COURT,—Gentlemen of the Jury: You sit in that box as the great reservoir of Roman liberty, Spartan fame, and Grecian polytheism. You are to swing the great flail of justice and electricity over this immense community, in hydraulic majesty, and conjugal superfluity. You are the great triumphal arch on which evaporates the even scales of justice and numerical computation. You are to ascend the deep arcana of nature, and dispose of my client with equiponderating concatenation, in reference to his future velocity and reverberating momentum. Such is your sedative and stimulating char

society, but he has to endure the red-hot sun of the uni. verse, on the heights of nobility and feudal eminence. He has a beautiful wife of horticultural propensities, that ben-pecks the remainder of his days with soothing and bewitching verbosity, that makes the nectar of his pandemonium as cool as Tartarus.

He has a family of domestic children, that gathers around the fireplace of his peaceful homicide in tumultitudinous consanguinity, and cry with screaming and rebounding pertinacity for bread, butter, and molasses. Such is the glowing and overwhelming character and defeasance of my client, who stands convicted before this court of oyer and terminer, and lex non scripta, by the persecuting pettifogger of this court, who is as much exterior to me as I am interior to the judge, and you,-gentlemen of the jury.

This Borax of the law here has brought witnesses into this court, who swear that my client has stolen a firkin of butter,

Now, I say every one of them swore to a lie, and the truth is concentrated within them. But if it is so, I justify the act on the ground that the butter was necessary for a public good, to tune his family into harmonious discord. But I take no other mountainous and absquatulated grounds on this trial, and move that a quash be laid upon this indictment.

Now I will prove this by a.learned expectoration of the principle of the law. Now butter is made of grass, and it is laid down by St. Peter Pindar, in his principle of subterraneous law, that grass is couchant and levant, which in our obicular tongue, means that grass is of a mild and free nature; consequently my client had a right to grass and butter both.

To prove my second great principle, “let facts be submitted to a candid world.” Now butter is grease, and Greece is a foreign country, situated in the emaciated regions of Liberia and California ; consequently my client cannot be tried in this horizon, and is out of the benedic

I will now bring forward the ultimatum respondentia, and cap the great climax of logic, by quoting an inconceivable principle of law, as laid down in Latin, by Pothier, ludibras, Blackstone, Hannibal, and Sangrado. It is thus: Hæc hoc morus multicaulis,

tion of this court.

a mensa et thoro, ruta baga centum. Which means, in English, that ninety-nine men are guilty, where one is innocent.

Now, it is your duty to convict ninety-nine men first; then you come to my client, who is innocent and acquitted according to law. If these great principles shall be duly depreciated in this court, then the great North pole of liberty, that has stood so many years in pneumatic tallness, shading these publican regions of commerce and agriculture, will stand the wreck of the Spanish Inquisition, the pirates of the hyperborean seas, and the marauders of the Aurora Blivar! But, gentlemen of the jury, if you convict my client, his children will be doomed to pine away in a state of hopeless matrimony; and bis beautiful wife will stand lone and delighted, like a dried up mullen-stalk in a sheep-pasture.


Under the lamplight, watch them come,

Figures, one, two, three;
A restless mass moves on and on,
Like waves on a stormy sea.

Lovers wooing,

Billing and cooing,
Heedless of the warning old, -
Somewhere in uncouth rhyme told, -

That old Time, Love's enemy,
Makes the warmest heart grow cold.
See how fond the maiden leaneth

On that strong encircling arm,
While her timid heart is beating

Near that other lieart so warm;

Trusting maiden,

Heart love-laden,

Thou may'st learn
That the lip which breathed so softly

Told to thee a honeyed lie;
That the heart now beating near thee

Gave to thee no fond return,

Learn-and die!
Under the lamp-light, watch them come,

Figures, one, two, three;
The moon is up, the stars are out,
And hurrying crowds I sce, —

Some with sorrow,
Of the morrow

Thinking bitterly;
Why grief borrow?'
Some that morrow

Ne'er shall live to sec.
Which of all this crowd shall God

Summon to his court to-night? Which of these many feet have trod

These streets their last? Who first shall press The floor that shines with diamonds bright? To whom of all this throng shall full

The bitter lot To hear the righteous Judge pronounce: “Depart ye cursed, -I know ye not!"

0, startling question!-who?
Under the lamplight, watch them come,

Faces fair to see, —
Some that pierce your very soul
With thrilling intensity:

Cold and ragged,
Lean and haggard, -

God! what misery!
See them watch yon rich brocade,
By their toiling fingers made,

With the eyes of poverty.
Does the tempter whisper now:
“Suclı may be thine own!''—but how?
Sell thy woman's virtue, wretch,
And the price that it will fetch

Is a silken robe as fine,

All the good will spurn thy touch,

As if 'twere an adder's sting,
And the price that it will bring

Is a ruined soul!
God protect thee, -keep thee right,
Lonely wanderer of the night!

Under the lamplight, watch them come, –

Youth with spirits light;
Ilis handsome face I'm sure doth make
Some quiet household bright.

Yet where shall this lover,

This son, this brother, llide his head to-night?

Where the bubbies swim

On the wine-cup's brim;
Where the song rings out

Till the moon grows dim;
Where congregate the knave and fool
To graduate in vice's school.
Oh! turn back, youth!
Thy mother's prayer

Rings in thy ear.

Let simers not
Entico thee there.

Under the lamplight, watch them come,

The gay, the blithe, the free;
And some with a look of anguished pain
'Twould break your heart to see.
Some from a marriage,

Altar and priest;
Some from a death-bed,

Some from a feast;
Soine from a den of crime, and some
Hurrying on to a happy home;
Some bowed down with age and woe,

Praying meekly as they go;
Others, whose friends and honor are gone,-
To sleep all night on the pavement stone;
And losing all but shame and pride,
Be found in the morning, a suicide.
Rapiilly moves the gliding throng, -
List the laughter, jest, and song;

Poverty treads

On the heels of wealth;
Loathsome disease

Near robust health.
Grief bows down

Its weary head;

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