BLACK-EYED SUSAN.

FAVOURITE SEA SONG-AS SUNG, WITH UNBOUNDED APPLAUSE, BY MRS. WOOD.

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The stream-ers wav - ing

Sing, my muse, in praise of Rosa!
Vita mia preziosa;

Graceful, kind, bewitching Rosa!

Have you ever seen my Rosa?
Piccolina bella cosa;
Naughty, little, laughing Rosa!

Queen of Smiles is pretty Rosa!
Never, never dolorosa;
Always charming, always Rosa!

Passing sweet's the voice of Rosa!
Haydn, Mozart, Cimarosa,
Should have lived to hear my Rosa!

The pouting lip of wicked Rosa;
Che dolce! che delizioza!
Tempting lips, but cruel Rosa!
Countless are the charms of Rosa
As the leaves in Vallombrosa;
Zephyrs, waft my sighs to Rosa!

When I read, my book is Rosa :
Farewell Leibniiz, Locke, Spinosa;
I forsake you all for Rosa!

How sweet, if Cupid conquered Rosa,
And made her sad and amorosa,
To soothe and share the pain of Rosa!

Can you love me, gentle Rosa?
Will you be my cara sposa?

Tell me, tell me, dearest Rosa!

Β. Κ.

PROPORTIONS....An Irish clergyman once broke off the thread of his discourse, and thus addressed his congregation-.." My dear brethren, let me here tell you that I am now just hait through with my sermon, but as I perceive your impatience, I will say that the remaining half is not more than a quarter as long as that you have hal

A Jew podlar travelling through Flintshire, being exhausted with fatigue, called for refreshment at a little Welch ale-house, where they could furnish him with nothing but eggs and bacon, which were accordingly fried and brought to table. The first morsel that he put in his mouth, there happened to be a clap of thunder, which made the house shake again. "Father Moses," cried the Jew, "what a fuss is here about a bit of bacon; take it away."

AN OLD STORY. A clergyman called on a poor parishioner, whom he found bitterly lamenting the loss of an only son, a boy about four or five years old. In the hope of consoling the afflicted woman, he remarked to her, that one so young could not have committed any grevious sin; and that no doubt the child was gone to heaven. "Ah, Sir," said the simplehearted creature, "but Tommy was so shy, and they are all strangers there."-Athenæum.

A little boy, about four years of age, lay very still one morning, after a fine night's sleep, as if in deep thought. His parents watched him for some time At length his mother said to him...George, my dear, what are you thinking about? Why mother, says George, how many kinds of fire are there? How many kinds of fire! why only one my son. Why, yes there is, continued the boy, there are four kinds. Four kinds! how will you make that out! Well, then, said he, first there is a wood fire, there is a coal fire, then there is cam-phire, and then there is---there is... Well, what is your fourth, my son?---There is---fire away like fury!

Jonathan's Hunting Excursion. "Did you ever hear of the escape that I and Zekiel had a duckin on't on Connecticut river?" Jonathan Timbertoes, while amusing his oid I hostess, who had agreed to entertain him under roof of her log cottage, for and in consideran bran new tin milk pan. "No, I never did; dew was the reply.

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"Well-you must know that I an Uncle Zeke it into our heads one Saturday arternoon to gom nin arter ducks, in father's skift; so in we got led down the river; a proper sight of ducks flewy wards and forwards I tell ye-and by'm by few lit down by the marsh, and went to feeden on the cles. I catched up my peauder horn to prime slipped right out my hand and sunk to the bou the river. The water was amizingly clear, and I ta see it on the bottom. Now I could'nt swim a sez to Uncle Zeke, you're a pretty clever feller, me take your peauder horn to prime. And doc think the stingy critter would not. Well says I y a pretty good diver, I'un, if you'll dive down and I'll give you a primin. I tho't he'd leave his peu horn, but he did'nt; but stuck it into his pocit down he went---and there he staid here the ok opened her eyes with wonder and surprise and a of some minutes ensued, when Jonathan ande looked down and what do you think the critter w doin?" "Lord!" exclaimed the old lady, 'I'm don't know.' 'There he was' said our hero, right on the bottom of the river pouring the powder of my horn into hizen.'

A German priest walking in procession at the of his parishioners, over cultivated fields in onter procure a blessing on their future crops, when came to those of an unpromising appearance, w pass on, saying "here prayers and singing wi nothing: this must have manure!" [A wise pres

Reasons why a ship is called she:

Because man knows not the expense till he gets the
Because they are useless without employment.
Because they look best when well rigged.
Because their value depends on their age.
Because they are upright when in stays.
Because they bring news from abroad.
Because they wear caps and bonnets.
Because they are often abandoned.

Because they are often painted.-Boston E. Pas.

HOLY WATER.-A very good story is related be Lambert in his travels, respecting the efficacy of o

water.

"A friend of mine (says he) was once present at the house of a French lady in Canada, when a viole thunder storm commenced. The shutters were mediately closed and the room darkened. The of the house, not willing to leave the safety of bets and company to chance, began to search her cho for the bottle of holy water, which, by a sudden fi of lightning, she fortunately found. The bottle w uncorked, and its contents immediately sprinkled the ladies and gentlemen. It was a most dres storm, and lasted a considerable time; she therefore doubled her sprinklings and benedictions at every ch of thunder or flash of lightning. At length the sta ceased, and the party were providentially saved in its effects, which the good lady attributed solely to precious water. But when the shutters were opene and the light admitted, the whole company found the destruction of their white gowns and muslin kand kerchiefs; their coats, waistcoats, and breeches, tha instead of holy water, the pious lady had sprink them with ink."

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YANKEE TRADE. Some years ago, the dealers in | CLERICAL ANECDOTE. -The late Mr. O, minis

s, caps and furs in a neigboring town, which has
v risen to the importance of a city, entered into an
eement establishing an uniformity of prices, and in
sequence, one of them posted up a highly embla-
ed sign, bearing the inscription "one invariable
ce strictly adhered to." It chanced when this ven-
was sitting in his shop one day, musing upon the
ny bargains he had allowed to slip through his fin-
s by his adherence to the asking price, that a person
ered, who at first glance was discovered to be pos-
sed of a "shocking bad hat," and our hero intuitive-
-ose and handed down several of his new ones, from
mmon to extra superior. The visitor was uncom-
nly fastidious in his taste; he could discern some
mish in every one offered for inspection, until the
that of the top row was transferred from the shelf
the counter, and again from the counter to the head
the customer. It was so perfect that not a blemish
uld be detected. A smile pervaded the countenance
Aminidab, (who wore a white broad brim) ashe saw
at the wearer was suited, and when the price was in-
red, mildly announced it to be sıx dollars. "Six dol-
-s!" exclaimed the other in astonishment, "why I
ught full as good a one last year for five, surely that
sufficient for this."
no," replied the shop-keep-
"we have one price and must rigidly adhere to it."
well in that case I must try another store," and he ac-
rdingly made for the door. Principle and interest
ere struggling furiously in the heart of the hatter, and
was doubtful which would have obtained the ascen-
ney, had not a thought struck him by which he could
cure the customer without any deviation from his es-
blished rule. "Stop, friend," exclaimed he, "I will
Hi thee what I can do-I will give thee a dollar, and
en thee can purchase the hat at my price"-saying
hich, he took a silver dollar from his drawer and laid
on the counter, whence it was taken by the other,
ho, depositing it in his pocket, turned on his heel and
ft the shop, saying, "I will try elsewhere, and if I
annot do better, will return and purchase of you."-
Tew Bedford Mer.

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BUYING A HAT.-" Misther, have you ever a palm at hat?" Yes Sir. "I wad be after purchasing one, nd what will ye ax?" Nine shillings-" Nine shilngs! but that bates the devil intirely; I could buy hat same for four and sixpence a while since!" O rell, wait a while, till summer is over, and you may ave this for that price. "True for ye, but what'll covr the head of me the while? O by the powers I'll fix t-so that nather of us will be cheated-I'll take the at now and pay when the price is down."

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AMERICAN GENERALS.... Washington was a surveyor in after life a farmer-.." Expressive silence! muse his praise." Knox was a book-binder and stationer. Morgan (he of the Cowpens) was a drover. Tarlton got from him a sound lecture on that subject. Green was a black-smith, and withal a Quaker, albeit through all this southern campaigns, and particularly at the Euaw Springs, he put off the outward man. Arnold (I ask pardon for naming him in such company)--was a grocer and provision store keeper, in New Haven, where his sign is still to be seen; the same that decorated his shop before the revolution. Gates, who opened Burgoyne's eyes to the fact that he could not "march through the United States with 5000 men," was a “regular built soldier," but after the revolution, a farmer. Warren, the martyr of Bunker Hill, was a physician, and hesitated not to exhibit to his countrymen a splendid example of the manner in which American physicians should practise when called upon by their country, Marion, the "old Boy" of the South, South Carolina, was a shepherd's boy.

ter at Ln, in this county, was famed for his ec centricities in the pulpit. On one occasion a St. Andrews student, of a long Highland pedigree, among others had heard of the Rev. gentleman's fame, and was determined not only to witness his exhibitions himself, but to take notes of his sermon for the edification of his friends and fellow students. Accordingly one Sunday our hero appeared in church, and requested one of the elders to show him into a pew, where he might take his notes unseen by pastor or congregation. He was accordingly shown into a retired corner of the church, which, however, was by no means invisible to Mr. O, who was apprised of the appearance and intentions of the learned stranger. After having chosen his text, Mr. O- proceeded to exhort his hearers, during the course of which more than one person fell asleep. Among these was Janet-, an old woman, who kept a small alehouse in the Brae of L. The neighbors of poor Janet endeavored in vain to awake her. She continued to snore so loud and so long, that she at length arrested the attention of the preacher. "Stop, stop," said Mr. O, "I'll waken her. Bring in a bottle_o' ale and a gill, Janet." "Comin', Sir," responded Janet, starting to her feet awake." I tell't you sae," replied the minister; "my brethren-it is as impossible to keep that woman frae sleepin', as it is to keep a Highlandman frae stealin'. There never was a Highlandman that ever I kend but fat was a thief. Put ye down that in your notes, my young friend!"-[Dundee Constitu. tional.

A GOOD REASON. A man being overtaken by a shower, sought shelter from the rain in the house of a negro fiddler. On entering, he found the negro in the only dry spot in the house-the chimney corner-as happy as a clam, fiddling most merrily. Our traveller tried to keep dry, but the rain came in from all quarters. "Jack," said he, "why don't you fix your house?" "O cause er rain so I cant." "But why don't you fix it when it don't rain?" "O wen er don't rain, er don't need no fixin!"

Somebody, we believe Figaro, gave us this-it is not bad, and we insert it among our "pearls":-A shrewd nutmeg-vender, remarkable for taking a hint, being asked why he gave up visiting a buxom, good-looking girl in the neighborhood, replied he was kicked out of doors the last time he went to see her, and that was hint enough for him!

A gentleman having, in a dense crowd, accidentally stepped on the toe of the one next him, asked pardon for his carelessness. "No matter, sir," was the good natured reply, "it is only an error of the press."

A witness being called into court to testify in a certain cause there pending, on being asked what he knew of the matter, gave the following lucid evidence. He undertakes to relate a conversation between himself and the defendant.

"Pat! said he-What! said I-Here, said heWhere? said I-Its cold said he-Faith it is, said IOho! said he-Ah! said I-The Devil! said he-When [Whistling] said I-And that's all he told me upon the subject.

A worshipful member of a certain corporation, im. mediately engaged in the interests of the Bentinck family, having visited London, the Duke of Portland politely invited him to dinner. "My Lord! I am sorry I cannot accept your kind offer," was the tenor of the reply, "But my son Johnny will be glad to come in my room, because he never saw a Duke."

A SKETCH.

'Twas the deep noon of night;

But still as if each zephyr had been husa'd
In some far distant bowers; the moonlight rays
Streamed on the thousand leaves of the dark oak
A lustre, like the pearly light of some
Young angel's wings, when sporting o'er the wave
Of the calm lake of Heaven. A silver cloud
Hung movelessly in its broad path of blue,
An inland spot on the pure placid tide
Of a bright ocean. Hush'd by the calm scene,
No insect wing roam'd in the quiet air;
The cricket too, awed into silence, hushed
Unconsciously, his tiny voice of praise;
So pure the air, you might have heard the dew
Upon the broad leaves falling

One form alone sought the still night: his eye
Anon upon the bright moon turned, anon,
Upon her wandering beams, as oft
They flung their radiance o'er sorne little rill,
Like memory's glance on the past days of youth-
"O what a grand and glorious night," cried he,

"FOR KILLING SKUNKS.

Young M., a poetical, romantic, gin-drinking youth, has been laboring under "a slight mistake," in paying his devoirs to a second rate Psyche in the vicinity of the Bowling Green, and playing a thousand antics be. neath the parlor windows. The unfortunate wight has at last discovered that she lived at the back of the house. Figaro has favored us with the subjoined lines on this dire mishap:

M-fell in love with a maid,

Eaclı night 'neath the window he stood, And there with his soft serenade

He awakened the whole neighborhood;-
But vainly he tried to arouse

Her sleep, with his strains so bewitching:
While he played in front of the houso-
She slept in the little back kitchen.

Taffy; "what

WELSH FLANNEL-A Rational Reason for Marry ing.-"How could you do so imprudent a thing," said a curate to a very poor reason could you have for marrying a girl as completely steeped in poverty as yourself, and both without the prospect of the slightest provision?" "Why, Sir," replied the Benedict, "we had a very good reason: we had a blanket a-piece; and as the cold winter weather was coming on, we thought that putting them together would be warmer."-Literary Gaz.

NEY. An officer asked him one day (says the Memoirs just published,) if he had ever been afraid; thus summing up in a single word that profound indifferdanger, that forgetfulness of death, that tension of mind, and that mental labor so necessary to a general-in-chief upon the field of battle. "I have never had time," was the Marshal's reply.

ence to

This indifference, however, did not prevent him from noticing in others those slight shades of weak. ness from which very few soldiers are wholly exempt. An officer was one day making a report to him: a cannon ball passed so close to them, that the officer bent his head as if by instinct to avoid it nevertheless, he continued his report without betraying any emotion. "Very well," said the Marshal: "but another time don't make so low a bow."

A lady looking at some stockings in a dry goods store, inquired of the clerk, who was a raw lad, how high they came? The clerk very seriously answered, "I never tried them on, but believe they will reach above the knee."

CHAPTER OF MISSES.

Th dear little Misses we meet with in life,
What hopes and what fears they awaken:
And when a man's ta-king a Miss for his Wife,
He is Mis-led as well as Mis-ta-ken.
When I courted Miss Kid and obtained the bis
I thought in the warmth of my passion,
That I'd make a great Hit in thus gaining a Mi
But 'twas only a Miss-calcu-la-tion.

For so many Misses, surrounded Miss Kid,
With me and my love interfering:
A jealous Miss-trust put it into her head
That she ought not to give me a hearing.
There's a certain Miss-chance that I met win

day

Almost sent my hopes to destruction,
And she felt a suspicten of all I might say-
And all owing to one Miss-construction.

Deceived by a Miss-information I wrote,
The cause of her anger demanding;
Miss-direction prevented her getting the note,
And introduced Miss-understanding.
When to make her my wife I exultingly swore,
Miss-belief made her doubt my intention,
And I nearly got wed to Miss-fortune before
I could wean her from Miss-apprehension

But when she no longer would yield to Miss-cous
Nor be led by Miss-representation,

She had with Miss-like a most serious tall out,

And to wed felt no more hesitation.

But when at the church to be married we met
Miss-take made the Parson to linger,
And I got so annoyed by an awkward Miss-fil,
I could not get the ring on her finger.

Having been so Miss-used, I now keepa

watch,

Tho' I still liv'd in fear of Miss-carriage,

And I found, when too late, an unlucky Miss-musi
Interfered with the joys of my marriage,
Miss-rule in my dwelling put every thing wrong
Miss-management there took her station,
Till my case, like the time I take singing my s
Was all wasted by Miss-application.

FRENCH BULL-A lady wrote to her lover, beg him to send her some money. She added, by war postscript, "I am so ashamed of the request Tha made in this letter, that I sent after the postman to it back, but the servant could not overtake him."

LAKES.-In travelling to a place called White Py geon, about 150 miles west of Detroit, a great ma Lakes are seen, from one to five miles in length, an some of them very handsome the banks are gener sloping to the water, which is pure as crystal, many of them abound with fine fish.

A COQUETTE IN INDIA.-"And who," says I, "s pretty young lady to whom three gentlemen are pu ing court?" "It is Miss T., giving laws to her tr virate; she possesses talents of no common order. What an acquisition she would have been to the Ca or the coteries of Paris! She has not yet numbered twenty summers, yet observe with what a delicar poise she preserves the balance of power. To one her adorers she had given her fan, to another ber s the third was 'au desespoir. What was to be done Fortunately the ribbon of her sandal was loose, she toll the despairing one to tie it, hedid so, recovered his ga ty, and an universal equilibrium was the consequence." East India Magazine.