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‘•The same publisher has just issued Mr.
Poe's new book, 41 EEurekaa —a Prose Poem,”
which is a curiosity in its way, according to
the well-known fashion of the author, It is
;l discourse on the system of the universe on
ihis thesis: —‘In the original unity of the first
filing lies the secondary cause of all things,
with the germ of their ineviiable annihila
tion.’ Ido not profess, at least in the present
state of the thermometer, to be equal to the
agitation of this subject. To say nothing of
the theory, a certain calmness of expression
and statement is remarkable. Its space-pene
trating qualities are prodigious. 4 The dis
tance of the earth from the sun being taken
at one foot, the distance of Neptune would be
forty feet, and that of Alpha Lyra, 159 miles.' 1 —
\ow, I defy Eclipse to get over the ground
faster. The admirers of the author’s tales,
which are some of the most original publica
tions the country has produced, should pro
cure a copy of Eureka. A limited edition
only has been printed.”
A letter from my friend touches
graphically upon all manner of city items,
from hot weather, and the reception of the
returned regiment of N. Y. volunteers, to the
Mon plaisir troupe at the Broadway, the Leh
man family and Henry Placide, at Niblo’s,
the fat babies at the Museum, and the victo
rious progress of the great canine war of ’4B.
He appears, however, to be laboring under
an affection of the heart, so great a portion of
his pleasant sheet is filled with prattle about
a wee bit scotch lassie, who has lately crossed
his path, and has even driven him, for the
first time in his heretofore unstained life, to
the crime of rhyming. He favors me with a
few of his stanzas, from which I will spare
you o.ie — la voila:
Ma .Teajie hae twa dainty lips,
’Tween which nae word o’ sin goes ;
Her soul, I’m sure, is never dark,
WV sic a pair o’ windows !
The ‘windows,’ 1 presume, allude to eyes,
though you might, from the text, very rea
sonably infer their relation to 4 lips,’ which
every body knows to be 4 doors’— 4 ivory
doors,’ ‘coral portals,’ ‘ruby porticos,’ and
so on. I trust that my poor friend will not
stay out so iate another night, as thus to con
fuse doors and windows.
One more paragraph from the delicate mis
sive of a fair correspondent, and I’ll give you
a chance to resume your 44 proof,” and to
nold discourse with your “satan
“You have no idea, dear Mr. Flit,” —thus
runs the gentle line, —“how excessively stu
pid the town has grown. Messieurs —and—
and — the Misses C., the W’s, the H’s, and
every body else, like yourself, have proved
recreant, and have abandoned us poor wretch
es to the tender mercies of the city in August.
The meetings of the 44 U. V.” have been ad
journed until fall, andMissF’s conversaziones
have fallen into a death-like stupor, from
which, I fear that the autumnal winds will
alone be able to awaken them. Pray, do
hurry back; for strong and touching is the
Macedonian cry in our deserted saloons.”
Our correspondent will please accept the
assurance of our sincere sympathy in her sor
rows, but we must beg to lay her 44 relief hill”
upon the table, until a later season.
Tout a vous, FLIT.
For the Southern Literary Gazette.
SONNET..
BY C. L. WHELKRi
Angela of love arul sovereigns of mind
Have walk’d with us e’en in these latter days
Whose voice of sweetness, or harmonic lays
( tur hearts in virtues pure have disciplined.
And died in want and pain, yet leit behind
Nor monument, nor scioll, to challenge Fame
Fo write in adamant a storied name.
bike fruitful seeds sown broad-cast by the wind.
1 heir influence falleth into desert hearts.
And worketh out a chain-like train of grace
I’or worldly happiness and heav’nly weal—
A .nd brighter, as each circling year departs.
Hiat influence sweet shall have increase apace,
-“Mid to its angel-errand sweetly steal ?
a®tslfEl £tE El It, B ®AIS TT ®AS £ IFIT $♦
For the Southern Literary Gazette.
I LOVE THEE, SUSAN.
BY ALTON.
“ Impressions calm and sweet,
Thrill holy ’round my heart.”
I love thee, Susan ! oh, too well!
Too tender and too true !
Ah ! these are words that all can breathe —
But fed , alas ! how few !
Yes! by that eye, whose gaze e’er thrills
My soul with ecstacy,
Till every chord within ray heart
Vibrates with love to thee!
By that fair brow of purity,
Clothed in such holiness—
That, oh ! to watch in silence near,
Unnoticed, e’en, is bliss !
And by that snow-white lily cheek,
Whose blush of crimson hue,
Tells of a heart that warmly beats
With feelings kind and true !
Or, by that lovely sylph-like form,
Possessed of every grace,
The poet, in his wildest dreams
Os fancy, e’er could trace !
Oh, yes ! by all these matchless charms.
That now my bosom move,
I dare confess to thee, sweet one,
liow deep—how true 1 love !
But, Susan ! must my heart for thee
With pure devotion yearn,
Nor, fond aspiring, hope again
To win a dear return I
Oh! Heaven, forefend! that thU , alas.
My hapless fate should be:
For, if thou lovest not —the world
Hath not a charm for me !
Charleston, S. C.
(Eclectic of tbit.
THE ABSTRACTION.
BY THOMAS HOOD.
Lalla Bookii.
The speakers were close under the bow
window of the Inn, and as the sash was open,
curiosity herself could not help overhearing
their conversation. So I laid down Mrs.
Opie’s 44 Illustrations of Lying,” which I had
found lying in the Inn window, —and took a
glance at the partners in the dialogue.
One of them was much older than the oth
er, and much taller: he seemed to have grown
like quick-set. The other was thick-set.
“I tell you, Thomas,” said Quickset, “you
are a flat. Before you’ve been a day in Lou
don, they’ll have the teeth out of your very
head. As for me, I’ve been there twice, and
know what’s what. Take my advice; never
tell the truth on no account. Questions is
only asked by way of pumping, and you
ought always to put ‘em on a wrong scent.”
“But aunt is to send her man to meet me
at the Old Bailey,” said Thickset, “and to
show me to her house. Now if a strange
man says to me, “young man, are you Jacob
Giles,” —ain’t I to tell him?”
44 By no manner of means,” answered
Quickset; 44 say you are quite another man.
No one but a flat would tell his name to a
stranger about London. You see how I an
swered them last night about what was in the
waggon. Brooms, says I, nothing else. 51
flat would have told them there was the hon
ey-pots underneath ; but I’ve been to London
before, and know a thing or two.”
“London must be a desperate place,” said
Thickset.
“ Mortal!” said Quickset, “fobsand pock
ets are nothing! Your watch is hardly safe
if you carried it in your inside, and as for
money” —
“I’m almost sorry I left Berkshire,” said
Thickset.
44 Poo —poo,” said Quickset, “ don’t be
afeard. I’ll look after ye; cheat me, and
they’ve only one more to cheat. Only mind
my advice. Don’t say anything of your head,
and don’t object to anything I say. If l say
black’s white, don’t contradict. Mark that.
Say everything as I say,”
“ I understand what you mean,” said
Thickset; and with this lesson in his shock
head, he began to busy himself about the
waggon, while his comrade went to the stable
for the horses. At last Old Ball emerged from
the stable-door with the head of Old’ Dump
ling resting on his crupper ; when a yell rose
from the rear of the waggon, that startled
! even Number 55, at the Bush Inn, at Staines,
: and brought the company running from the
remotest box in its retired tea-garden.
44 In the name of everything,” said the land
lord’ “what's the matter ?”
“ Its gone—all gone, by goles !” cried
Thickset, with a bewildered look at Quickset,
as if doubtful whether he ought not to have
said it was not gone.
“ You don't mean to say the honey-pots!”
said Quickset, with some alarm, and letting
go the bridle of Old Ball, who very quietly
led Old Dumpling back again into the stable;
44 you don’t mean to say the honey-pots ?”
44 1 don’t mean to say the honey-pots,” said
Thickset, literally following the instructions
he had received.
“What made you screech out then said
Quickset, appealing to Thickset.
44 What made me screech out then ?” said
Tnickset, appealing to Quickset, and deter
mined to say as he said.
“The fellows drunk,” said the landlord;
“the ale’s got into his head.”
“Ale, —what ale has he bad?” inquired
Quickset, rather anxiously.
44 Ale, —what ale have I had ?” echoed
Thickset, looking sober with all his might.
“He’s not diunk,” shouted Quickset;
“there’s something the matter.”
“I’m not drunk,” there is something the
matter; bellowed Thickset, and with his fore
finger he pointed to the waggon.
“ You don.t mean to say the honey,” said
Quickset, his voice falling,
“ 1 don’t mean to say the honey,” said
Thickset, his caution rising.
The gesture of Thickset, however, had con
veyed some vague notion of danger to his
companion. With the agility of a cat he
climbed on the waggon, and with the super
human activity of a demon, soon pitched down
every bundle of besoms. There is h proverb
that 44 new brooms sweep clean,” and they
certainly seemed to have swept every particle
of honey clean out of the waggon.
Quickset was thunderstruck : he stood gaz
ing at the empty vehicle in silence; while his
hands wandered wildly through his hair, as
if in search of the absent combs.
When be found words at last, they were
no part of the Litany-Words, however, did
not. suliice to vent his passion; and he began
to stamp and dance about, till the mud of the
stable-yard flew round like anything you
1 like.
“A plague take him, and his honey-pots,
too,” said the chaimbermaid, as she looked
at anew pattern on her best gingham.
“Its no matter,” said Quickset, 4 :T won't
lose it. The house must stand the damage,
j Mr. Bush, I shall look to you for the mon
ey.”
“He shall look to you for the money,” da
capo’d Thickset.
44 You may look till doomsday,” said the
landlord. 44 Its all your own fault; I thought
nobody would steal brooms. If you hal told
me there was honey, I would have put the
waggon under lock and key.”
“Why, there was honey,” said Quickset
and Thickset.
“I don’t know that,” said Mr. Bush, “you
said last night in the kitchen there was noth
ing but brooms.”
“I heard him,” said John Ostler; “I’lltake
my oath to his very words!”
“And so will I,” roar’d the chambermaid,
glancing at her damaged gown.
“What of that?” said Quickset; “Iknow
I sail there was nothing but brooms.”
4 ’ I know.” said Thickset, 44 I’m positive,
he said there was nothing but brooms.”
“He confesses it himself,” said the landla
dy-
“And his own man speaks agin him,” said
the chambermaid.
“I saw the waggon come in, and it didn’t
seem to have any honey in it,” said the wait
er.
“ May be the flies have eaten it,” said the
j postilion.
“I've seen two chaps the very moral of
them two at the bar of the Old Baily,” said
j Boots
44 Its a swindle, it is,” 44 and Mr. Bush shan't
j pay a farthing.”
“They deserve tossing in a blanket,” said
; chambermaid.
“Duck ’em in the horse-pond,” shouted
; John Ostler.
“ I think,” whispered Thickset, 44 they are
m iking themselves up for mischief!”
There was no time to be lost. Quickset
again lugged Old Ball and Old Dumpling from
the stable, while his companion tossed the
brooms into the waggon. As soon as possi
ble they drove out of the unlucky yard, and
as they passed under the arch, I heard for the
last time the voice of Thickset:
“ You’ve been to London before, and to be
sure know best; but, somehow, to my mind,
telling the untruth don’t seem to answer.”
The only reply was a thwack, like the re
port of a pistol, on the crupper of each of the
horses. The poor animals broke directly in
to something like a canter ; and as the wag-*
gon turned a corner of the street, l shutdown
the sash, and resumed my 44 Illustrations of
Lying.”
HEAVY FORGERY.
Wall-Street, New York, was thrown into
a state of great excitement one day last week,
by the announcement of one of the heaviest
forgeries that had ever taken place in that
city. “ Have you heard of the great forgery ?”
flew from mouth to mouth. “ Thirty-two
thousand pounds, over one hundred and fifty
thousand dollars .” “ who would have believ
ed it?” &c., &c., —such were the current
phrases along Wail-Street.
But gradually it leaked out that the parties
who had to bear the brunt of th s most unexam
pled forgery, went aboutas smiling"as ever, and
said they would not lose a cent by it, but ra
ther would make money. Straightway the
merchants and brokers were at work to guess
how that could be, but though many sage
explanations were given, the mystery was
not generally considered fathomed.
Finally, however, the explanation also
leaked out, and a universal ha! ha! ascend
ed from ihe stores an 1 money-lens of Wall-
Street. The forgery was of thirty-two thou
sand potin Is of iron—forged into a shaft, by
Sherman & Tupper, for anew boat, now
building. This is the last joke, and we con
sider it will pass.
©nr Bowl of IjJuncl).
THE COLD-EARTH CURE,
There is no soil in which Quackery flour
ishes so well, and bears such good fruit, as in
England. From cow-cabbages to Life Pills
from homeaeopathy to bramiy-and-salt—from
nonsense to downright stupidity —it does not
matter what it is, they all lake root, and the
weaker the plant generally, the further it
shoots, and the larger the produce’ gathered
from it. You have only to cultivate it well
with advertisements, and the crop cannot fail
to be a liberal one.
The last specimen of greenness in this par
ticular branch, has been the Cold-Earth-Cure.
It seems that a man’s disease like his faults,
are completely buried when once he is put un
der the earth. You are imbedded for so many
hours up to your chin, and you come out quite
new clay.
We have heal’d of an hospital where the pa
tients were arranged in so many be ts, with
their heads in rows, like a field of cabbages.
The doctor is the gardener, and he digs you
up when you are well, and carries you home
m a wheelbarrow. This system of horticul
tuial medicine,, we are told is spreading every
where in the north. It must be only another
offshoot of the Vegetable Pills. Man can bear
a great deal; but we must say, we should not
like being cut and trimmed like a tree, or wa
tered like a flower-bed, or turned over and har
rowed like a plough-field, just to get rid of the
rheumatism. Who knows, we might rise with
our ears full of corn, our head replete with
green-stuff’, our eves expanding into enormous
goose-berries, whilst our hands were covered
with big foxgloves, and our coat showed noth
ing but a mass of tares! !
We have had this new system explained to
us. First of all, you are put into a bed of
virgin soil up to your waist; your arms are at
liberty, so that you can rea l the paper, or drive
away any sparrow that perches on your nose.
At twelve o’clock, one of the medical gar
deners arr ves and administers to you auouche
bath of the finest gravel. This is repeated ev
ery hour till you experience the most deli
cious shooting pains all over, when a refresh
ing shower from a watering-pot is sprinkled
over your heal. This has the desired effect,
and your, rheumatism, or your toothache, or
your corn, is considerably re e/ed, and you
feel “as fresh as a daisy.” This is repeated
till nightfall, when you are carried between
pieces of turf into the conservatory, where
you are locked up till the morning; or else you
are provided with a comfortable cucumber
frame to protect you from the dews of the
night, and the nocturnal invasion of the cats.
This system is persevered in till you acquire
quite anew trunk, when you arc transplan
ted to the hot-house and fed on the most nour
ishing herbs, and wrapped up in the daintiest
leaves. By these means you are restored to
the flower of your youth, and live to a green
old age.
Now this course of medicine may be very
deep and clever to those who wish to go be
low the surface of things; but for ourselves,
we prefer standing upon the older order of
tlfings. Flesh may be grass, but still we can-
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