et as we pass along to
execution; to laugh, to jest, to talk of the weather with the
identical man as he rattles his glittering instruments and smiles
upon their brightness; to shake hands with him and to make a
tolerable pretence of being glad to see him, is an effort, though
we may have never encountered a war, equal to that which wears
medals and puts pensions in its pocket. There is some comfort,
however, to the afflicted in the fact that there have been of late
symptoms of a combination of animal magnetism with dentistry,
which affords a gleam of consolation. The exhibitors in New-York
frequently have teeth extracted from mesmerised patients, to prove
that in many cases they are insensible to pain--a thing which has
been done very often in private in this city, and in many
instances with complete success. What a cause for rejoicing would
it be then, if the proper degree of 'impressibility' were general
with those who have failing and recreant teeth, that the dentist
and his magnetiser might be one and indivisible? Surgery in all
its branches would be benefitted by the same connection; but this
strange physical condition is not an invariable concomitant of the
mesmeric state; so that valor, such as that to which we have
already alluded, cannot go completely out of use, even if all
could be subjected to the nervous influence of the magnetiser.'

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'PHAZMA,' the cleverest of our western poets, who has written so many
beautiful things for the New-Orleans '_Picayune_,' presents us lately with
the subjoined tender sonnet. He has 'discharged' it as well as if he had
previously read the directions of our eastern 'manufacturer of the
article,' in our last issue:

MATERNAL TENDERNESS.

A MOTHER bends above her weeping child,
Her bosom heaving with convulsive throe,
Her large eye lighted with expression wild,
That, ah! too plainly speaks maternal wo!
The tearful infant, lost in bitter grief,
Thrills forth its plaintive call for tender care;
While from a mother's trembling hand relief,
Alas! can answer no imploring pray'r.
Swift-falling tears! and piercing cries of pain!
Maternal passion kindling into glow!
Peace banished from its sweet domestic reign!
_Stricken_ with grief!--ah! sad and cruel _blow_!
Behold the matron in a fury blue,
_Beating her screa