ho the grave-digger clown could outvie,
And princes who on the stage strutted so high
That Prince Hamlet they'd _cut_; who could pick up a scull,
Vote his morals a bore, and his wit mighty dull!
There were spirits that roam in the caves of the deep,
Coming back to our earth, as ghosts will do, to peep!
A king of the Cannibals--warriors, a host;
And a city with domes, mid the dim waters lost:
There was some one descended from BRIAN BORU;
For Pleasaunce a hunchback, in French 'Un Tortu;'
Every scene was an episode--tragic each act;
Winding up with swords clashing, or pistols well cracked.'

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WE have just received the following from an esteemed correspondent, who
transcribes it verbatim from the familiar letter of a friend. If we have a
solitary reader who can peruse it without emotion, let him confine his
indifference within his own cold bosom:

'I HAVE just returned from the funeral of poor EMMA G----, a
little girl to whom I had been for years most tenderly attached.
As there was something very touching in the circumstances
connected with her death, I will relate them to you. She was the
daughter of a widow, a near neighbor of mine. When I first knew
her, she was a sprightly child of about four years of age, perfect
in form and feature. The bloom of health was on her cheek; her eye
was the brightest I ever saw; while in her bosom there glowed a
generous affection that seemed to embrace all with whom she came
in contact. But when she reached her seventh year, her health
began to decline. The rose suddenly paled on her cheek, and her
eye had acquired prematurely that sad, thoughtful expression which
gives so melancholy a charm to the features of wasting beauty. Her
mother looked on with an anxious heart and at an utter loss to
account for so sudden a change in her health. But soon a new
source of anxiety appeared. While dressing her one day, she
observed on EMMA'S back, just between the shoulders, a small
swelling, of about the size of a walnut. As she watched this spot,
and observed that it grew larger from day to day, the mother began
to have sad misgivings. These however she kept to herself for a
time. Soon afterward, a slight stoop in her gait became visible.
The family physician was now called in, and the worst forebodings
of the mother were confirmed. Her ido