He drops his whip, he drops his rein, He clutches fiercely for a mane; He'll lose his hold-he sways and reels- And shouts arise from left and right, "Stick on! Stick on !" "Hould tight! Hould tight!" "Cling round his neck and don't let go- That pace can't hold-there! steady! whoa!" The spectral lover of Lenore, brains; "Don't rush in front! he'll smash your Now for the finish! at the turn, That trot no mortal could explain; "The time was two-too dee-vel-ish fast!" The parson's horse had won the bet; If brother Murray made the prayer!" Moral for which this tale is told: A horse can trot, for all he's old. GOOD common sense iz az helthy az onions; we often see thoze who are good simply bekauze they haint got sense enuff tew be bad, and thoze who are bad just bekause they haint got sense enuff tew be good. The man who don't kno himself iz a poor judge ov the other phellow. JOSH BILLINGS. 2 Charles F. Adams. [Mr. Adams has only published one small volume of poems, and, "moving only in the mercantile world," he modestly deprecates criticism which his original genius need never cause him to fear. His style is in many ways akin to that of Hans Breitmann.] SEQUEL TO THE "ONE-HORSE SHAY." But did they ever think of the horse, The "ewe-necked bay" (who drew the "shay"), So full of life and vim? He was a wonderful nag, I'm told, In spite of his old "rat-tail;" And though he always minded the rein, He laughed at the snow and hail. He had the finest stable in town, To the parson's shay he was ever true, To live and die with his fiancée Was all that his heart desired He was much attached to his ancient mate; We all remember her awful fate, On that sad November day, When nothing remained but a heap of trash, That once was a beautiful shay. Oh what could stir-up the equine breast Which put a check on his happiness, As he wheeled about, a shaft of pain And he there beheld the sad remains With a sudden bound and fearful snort, And a fact most queer I'll mention here— OUR SUMATRA CORRESPONDENCE. (From "The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.") Do I think that the particular form of lying often seen in newspapers, under the title, "From our Foreign Correspondent," does any harm ?-Why, no,-I don't know that it does. I suppose it doesn't really deceive people any more than the Arabian Nights or Gulliver's Travels do. Sometimes the writers compile too carelessly, though, and mix up facts out of geographies, and stories out of the penny papers, so as to mislead those who are desirous of information. I cut a piece out of one of the papers the other day which contains a number of improbabilities and, I suspect, misstatements. I will send up and get it for you, if you would like to hear it.-Ah, this is it: it is headed "OUR SUMATRA CORRESPONDENCE. "This island is now the property of the Stamford family,— having been won, it is said, in a raffle, by Sir - Stamford, during the stock-gambling mania of the South-Sea Scheme. history of this gentleman may be found in an interesting scries The of questions (unfortunately not yet answered) contained in the 'Notes and Queries.' This island is entirely surrounded by the ocean, which here contains a large amount of saline substance, crystallising in cubes remarkable for their symmetry, and frequently displays on its surface during calm weather the rainbow tints of the celebrated South Sea bubbles. The summers are oppressively hot, and the winters very probably cold; but this fact cannot be ascertained precisely, as, for some peculiar reason, the mercury in these latitudes never shrinks, as in more northern regions, and thus the thermometer is rendered useless in winter. "The principal vegetable productions of the island are the pepper-tree and the bread-fruit tree. Pepper being very abundantly produced, a benevolent society was organised in London during the last century for supplying the natives with vinegar and oysters, as an addition to that delightful condiment. It is said, however, that, as the oysters were of the kind called natives in England, the natives of Sumatra, in obedience to a natural instinct, refused to touch them, and confined themselves entirely to the crew of the vessel in which they were brought over. This information was received from one of the oldest inhabitants, a native himself, and exceedingly fond of missionaries. He is said also to be very skilful in the cuisine peculiar to the island. "During the season of gathering the pepper, the persons employed are subject to various incommodities, the chief of which is violent and long-continued sternutation or sneezing. Such is the vehemence of these attacks, that the unfortunate subjects of them are often driven backwards for great distances at immense speed, on the well-known principle of the æolipile. Not being able to see where they are going, these poor creatures dash themselves to pieces against the rocks or are precipitated over the cliffs, and thus many valuable lives are lost annually. As, during the whole pepper-harvest, they feed exclusively on this stimulant, they become exceedingly irritable. The smallest injury is resented with ungovernable rage. A young man suffering from the pepperfever, as it is called, cudgelled another most severely for appropriating a superannuated relative of trifling value, and was only pacified by having a present made him of a pig of that peculiar species of swine called the Peccavi by the Catholic Jews, who, it |