as.

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Spots on the Sun.

The _Sun_ is eclipsed by the _World,_ and is far behind the _Times._ It
cannot be considered a _Standard_ sheet, and will never personify the
_Star_ newspaper. Receiving its _News_ with the _Mail,_ as a _Herald_ it
is valueless. It cannot claim to be a _Journal of Commerce,_ and as a
_Tribune_ for the people it is a failure, and it does not shine as a
_Democrat,_ for it relies on the _Post_ for most of its intelligence.

Moral.--Keep the _Sun_ out of your eyes.

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[Illustration: A CHEERFUL PROSPECT.

_First Old Loafer_. "THE PAPERS SAYS THERE'S A CHANCE OF THE BOURBON DIE
NASTY REIGNING IN FRANCE AGAIN."

_Second ditto_. "BULLY! IF THERE'S ANYTHING I LIVE FOR ITS A HIGH OLD
RAIN OF BOURBON. LET IT POUR!"]

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SARSFIELD YOUNG ON FORT SUMTER.

The country was indignant that Fort Sumter was not reinforced. Major
Anderson's supplies were nearly exhausted, and he wanted twenty thousand
men, with equipments and rations. If the Government couldn't afford the
rations--very well: it ought at least to given him the men.

I am speaking of the late rebellion, which GREELEY, HEADLEY, and others
have written up. Although a publishing company at Hartford, Conn., own
most of the facts of the war, which they peddle out only by
subscription, they can give the public but little of the secret history
of the Fort Sumter affair. That remains to be written, while WELLER and
I remain to write it. The Ex-Secretary has gracefully left it to me to
describe the midnight session of the Cabinet at which I chanced to be
present.

I was boarding at the White House at the time, and as President LINCOLN
assured me it would be rather interesting, I was persuaded to attend.
"The fact is, the crisis reminds me," said he, of a little story of a
horse-trot in Arkansas--"

"Sir," interrupted I, "it reminds me of a dozen stories, one of AEsop's
fables, and two hundred lives of CHAUCER."

He was afraid to continue.

As the clock struck twelve, he called the meeting to order and remarked:
"Gentlemen, ANDERSON is in Sumter. The question now is,--what will he do
with it?"

South Carolina was out. BUCHANAN had done nothing. Everywhere was
distrust. (That very day they had refused, on Pennsylvania avenue, to
trust me for a spring overcoat.) STANTON was getting his dark lantern
ready for nightly interv