Typee_; to Ik. Marvell,
for his _Reveries_; to Ripley, for his fine reviews; to Bigelow, for his
book on _Jamaica_; to Bayard Taylor, for his _Views A-Foot_; to Greeley,
for his _Crystal Palace_ labors; and to Duyckinck, the son of our old
friend, the bookseller, for his _Literary World_. In the name of the
Republic, we give our heartiest thanks to our intimate friend, the learned
Dr. Cogswell, as we look at the spacious walls of the Astor Library.

The very great length to which I have unconsciously extended these
reminiscences, forbids me from dwelling, as my heart and your wishes
dictate, upon the most glorious name in American Printing, the immortal
Franklin's. His character and deeds, however, are familiar to you all; and
the language of eulogy is needless in regard to one whose fame increases
with time, and whose transcendent merits, the constant development of that
element he brought under human dominion render daily more evident and
memorable. It is related, gentlemen, that when the statues of the Roman
Emperors were carried in a triumphal procession, one was omitted, and the
name of that one was shouted with more zeal than all the others inspired.
So I know it to be with us to-night. The memory of Franklin is too ripe in
our hearts to require words; it is a spell that sheds eternal glory on the
typographical art; it is the best encouragement of youthful energy; it is
revealed in every telegraphic despatch; it hallows the name of our country
to the civilized world.

NOCTES AMICAE.

Of tipsy drollery, a correspondent of the _Evening Post_ (Mr. Bryant
himself, we have no doubt), writes: "It is esteemed a mark of a vulgar
mind, to divert one's self at the expense of a drunken man; yet we allow
ourselves to be amused with representations of drunkenness on the stage
and in comic narratives. Nobody is ashamed to laugh at Cassio in the play
of Othello, when he has put an enemy into his mouth to steal away his
brains. The personation which the elder Wallack used to give us some years
ago, of Dick Dashall, very drunk, but very gentlemanly, was one of the
most irresistibly comic things ever known. I have a mind to give you a
translation of a German ballad on a tipsy man, which has been set to
music, and is often sung in Germany; it is rather droll in the original,
and perhaps it has not lost all of its humor in being _overset_, as they
call it, into English. Here it is:"

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