succession, the discovery or development of which empowers an intelligent being, by means of one event or phenomenon, or by a series of given events or phenomena, to anticipate the recurrence of another event or phenomenon, or of a required series of events or phenomena, and to summon them into exist ence, and employ their instrumentality in the gratification of his wishes, or in the accomplishment of his purposes. INDIGNANT LETTER. Addressed to a Louisiana clergyman by a Virginia corre spondent. SIR-You have behaved like an impetiginous acroyli-like those inquinate orosscrolest who envious of my moral celsitude fecund words which my polymathic genius uses with uberity to carry their mugacity to the height of creating symposically the abligate the tongues of the weightless. Sir, you have corassly parodied my own pet words, as though they were tangrams. I will not conceroate reproaches. I would obduce a veil over the tible heart. I am silent on the foscillation which my coadful atramental ingratitude which has chamiered eyen my undiscep fancy must have given you when I offered to become your fanton and adminicle. I will not speak of the liptitude, the ablepsy you have shown in exacerbating me; one whose genius you should have approached with mental discalceation. So, I I warn tell you, Sir, syncophically and without supervacaneous words, nothing will render ignoscible your conduct to me. you that I will vellicate your nose if I thought your moral diathesis could be thereby performed. If I thought that I should not impigorate my reputation by such a degladiation. Go tagygraphic; your oness inquinate draws oblectation from the greatest poet since Milton, and draws upon your head this letter, which will drive you to Webster, and send you to sleep "Knowledge is power," and power is mercy; so I wish you over it. INTRAMURAL ÆSTIVATION. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; How dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table Is, after all, but metaphysical. Oh! would that I, my Mary, were an Acid A living Acid; thou an Alkali Endowed with human sense; that, brought together, We both might coalesce into one Salt, One homogeneous crystal. Oh that thou Wert Carbon, and myself were Hydrogen! We would unite to form olefiant gas, Or common coal, or naphtha. Would to heaven I'd be content to be Sulphuric Acid, So that thou mightst be Soda. In that case, We should be Glauber's Salt. Wert thou Magnesia Instead, we'd form the salt that's named from Epsom. Couldst thou Potassa be, I Aquafortis, Our happy union should that compound form, Nitrate of Potash-otherwise Saltpetre. Amalgamated! Sweet, thy name is Briggs, We will! the day, the happy day is nigh, When Johnson shall with beauteous Briggs combine. THE ANATOMIST TO HIS DULCINEA. I list as thy heart and ascending aorta Their volumes of valvular harmony pour; And my soul from that muscular music has caught a Ob, rare is the sound when thy ventricles throb As they murmur a melody wondrously low! Oh, thy cornea, love, has the radiant light From a vault of black cellular mirrors that hurl From their hexagon angles the silvery beams. Ah! the flash of those orbs is enslaving me still, Of the oculo-motor-pathetic-abducent. Oh, sweet is thy voice, as it sighingly swells Or rings in clear tones through the echoing cells Of the antrum, the ethmoid, and sinus frontales! ODE TO SPRING. WRITTEN IN A LAWYER'S OFFICE. Whereas on sundry boughs and sprays The birds aforesaid, happy pairs! Love midst the aforesaid boughs enshrines The songs of the said birds arouse The memory of our youthful hours. O busiest term of Cupid's court! When tender plaintiffs actions bring; Hail, as aforesaid, coming Spring! PRISTINE PROVERBS PREPARED FOR PRECOCIOUS PUPILS. Observe yon plumed biped fine! To effect his captivation, Deposit particles saline Upon his termination. Cryptogamous concretion never grows Nor its own foul condition sees, Decortications of the golden grain Teach not a parent's mother to extract The embryo juices of an egg by suction: Quite irrespective of your kind instruction. Pecuniary agencies have force To stimulate to speed the female horse. Bear not to yon famed city upon Tyne The mendicant, once from his indigence freed, It is permitted to the feline race To contemplate even a regal face. Metric Prose. Quid tentabam scribere versus erat.—OVID. COWPER'S LETTER TO NEWTON. The following letter was written to Rev. John Newton, by William Cowper, in reference to a poem On Charity, by the latter: My very dear friend, I am going to send, what when you have read, you may scratch your head, and say I suppose, there's nobody knows, whether what I have got, be verse or not; by the tune and the time, it ought to be rhyme; but if it be, did ever you see, of late or of yore, such a ditty before? I have writ "Charity," not for popularity, but as well as I could, in hopes to do good; and if the "Reviewer" should say to be sure, the gentleman's muse wears Methodist shoes, you may know by her pace, and talk about grace, that she and her bard have little regard for the tastes and fashions, and ruling passions, and hoydening play, of the modern day; and though she assume a borrowed plume, and now and then wear a tittering air, 'tis only her plan, to catch if she can, the giddy and gay, as they go that way, by a production of a new construction; she has baited her trap, in the hope to snap all that may come, with a sugar-plum. His opinion in this will not be amiss; 'tis what I intend, my principal end; and if I succeed, and folks should read, till a few are brought to a serious thought, I shall think I am paid for all I have said, and all I have done, although I have run, many a time, after a rhyme, as far as from hence to the end of my sense, and by hook or by crook, write another book, if I live and am here another year. I have heard before of a room with a floor, laid upon springs, and such-like things, with so much art in every part, that when you went in, you were forced to begin a minuet pace, with an air and a grace, swimming about, now in and now out, with a |