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He drops his whip, he drops his rein,
Cling round his neck and don't let go,
pace can't hold—there! steady! whoa !”
“Don't rush in front ! he'll smash your brains ;
up and grab the reins !”
Old Hiram's mare is giving out !
Now for the finish! at the turn,
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.
(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."
Of the “wonderful one-horse shay”
On the terrible earthquake-day.
Or mourn the loss of him—
So full of life and vim ?
He was a wonderful nag, I'm told,
In spite of his old "rat-tail ;"
He laughed at the snow and hail.
With plenty of oats and hay;
He never would answer neigh.
Though her other felloes were tired :
Was all that his heart desired
So the parson "hitched them together ;
His heart was light as a feather.
On that sad November day,
That once was a beautiful shay.
Oh! what could stir-up the equine breast
Like this feaful, harrowing blow,
And filled his heart with wh)oa.
As he wheeled about, a shaft of pain
Entered his faithful breast,
Of her whom he loved the best.
With a sudden bound and fearful snort,
He sped away like the wind;
No traces were left behind.
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. The history of this gentleman may be found in an interesting scries 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