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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- 133