ows that his soul loved best
May slide above his breast.

Smooth his uncurtained bed;
And if some natural tears are softly shed,
It is not for the dead.

Fold the green turf aright
For the long hours before the morning's light,
And say the last Good Night!

And plant a clear white stone
Close by those mounds which hold his loved, his own,--
Lonely, but not alone.

Here let him sleeping lie,
Till Heaven's bright watchers slumber in the sky,
And Death himself shall die!

A SAMPLE OF CONSISTENCY.

Mr. Caleb Cushing,--"the Ajax of the Union," as he has lately been
styled,--for what reason we know not, unless that Ajax is chiefly
known to the public as a personage very much in want of light,--Mr.
Caleb Cushing has received an invitation to dine in South Carolina.
This extraordinary event, while it amply accounts for the appearance
of the comet, must also be held to answer for the publication by
Mr. Cushing of a letter almost as long, if not quite so transparent,
as the comet's tail. Craytonville is the name of the happy village,
already famous as "the place of the nativity" of Mr. Speaker Orr,
and hereafter to be a shrine of pilgrimage, as the spot where
Mr. Cushing might have gone through the beautiful natural processes
of mastication and deglutition, had he chosen. We use this elegant
Latinism in deference to Mr. Ex-Commissioner Cushing; for, as he
evidently deemed "birth-place" too simple a word for such a complex
character as Mr. Orr, we could not think of coupling his own name
with so common a proceeding as eating his dinner. It may be
sectionalism in us,--but, at the risk of dissolving the Union, we
will not yield to any Southern man a larger share of the dictionary
(unless it be Webster's) than we give to a gentleman who was born at
--we beg pardon, the place of whose nativity was--Newburyport.

Mr. Cushing has distinguished himself lately as the preacher-up of a
crusade against modern philanthropy; and we do not wonder at it, if
the offer of a dinner be so rare as to demand in acknowledgment a
letter three columns long. Or perhaps he considered the offer itself
as an instance of that insane benevolence which he reprobates, and
accordingly punished it with an epistle the reading of which would
delay the consummation of the edacious treason till all the meats
were cold and the more impatient conspirators driven from the table.
Or were those who had invi