his blind animosity. So let them kick.

An easy flow of words is no sign of an abundance of ideas. Swift made
a wise comparison when he likened a well stored mind to a crowded
church, where the people elbow each other, and cannot get out.

"If a civil word or two will render a man happy," said a French king,
"he must be a wretch indeed who will not give them to him. Such a
disposition is like lighting another man's candle by one's own, which
loses none of its brilliancy by what the other gains."

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IN PREPARATION.

We have in course of preparation for future numbers, some large and
elegant engravings, illustrative of some of the most interest and
deeply scientific _new inventions_, together with illustrations of
architecture, geometry and magnetism. Also a variety of intelligence
in _arts and trades_.

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A STRONG POSITION.

"Gentlemen of the jury," said an eminent lawyer, "there are four
points in this case. In the first place, we contend that we never had
the plaintiff's horse; second, that we paid him for the use of the
horse; third, he agreed to let us use the horse for his keeping,
without any charge; and fourth, that his horse is a jackass."

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AS GOOD AS CASH.

An editor out west having asked the consent of a father to his
daughter's hand in marriage, the provident old gentleman inquired how
much money he could bring the bride. The editor said he hadn't got any
money, but he would give her a puff in his paper. The father was
satisfied.

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HOW VERY HOT IT IS.

The following lines would have been inserted earlier, but the weather
was so hot we could not attend to it.

Did you ever know such weather?
Seven bright burning days together!
Swelt'ring nights and broiling days,
Sultry moonbeams, sun's hot rays:
No one knows which way to turn him,
All things either melt or burn him;
Half the weight of all the nation,
Is flying off in perspiration,
And every man, and woman too,
As languidly they look at you,
Exclaims, with moist and mournful phiz,
"Dear me! how very hot it is!"

Ladies all languid in muslin array,
Loll upon couches the live long day,
Looking more lovely than we can say--
Though, alas! they are rapidly melting away
"Bring me _an ice!_" they languidly cry,