"Table,' two brothers of mine, who would, I think, find him a congenial spirit. The oldest has been almost from infancy a suffering and crippled invalid: but his mind has far out-grown his years; and no one could look upon that broad, white forehead, stamped with the seal of tooearly-developed intellect, or gaze into those large, lustrous eyes, without reading there a record of precocious wisdom, bought at the bitter price of weeks and months of imprisonment on a couch of pain. The youngest, yclept MUGGINS,' by a loving household, is as veritable a spirit of fun and harmless mischief as ever ruled the hearts of parents, sister, and brothers. He was once pleading for those sweets in which heroes of six summers especially delight, and being denied the boon, promised with great energy to save it,' instead of appropriating it to the purpose originally designed. 'Yes,' said grave WILLIE, his senior by four years, I guess you'll save it as the whale saved Jonah!' This was a staggerer to 'MUGGINS,' and furnished him food for thought during the space of one minute. He once commenced his evening prayer as follows 'O GOD! JOHNNY BROWN is a very naughty boy: now, GoD, I tell you he is!' Was not that emphatic? The young Pharisee had not a thought of levity or irreverence in thus confessing the sins of another than himself.

'I wish your visit hither had been delayed until now, when our hills are glowing in their autumnnal garniture, like a vast bed of prairie-flowers. It were difficult to imagine any thing more gergeous than their flaming hues contrasted with the dark ever-greens which the GREAT ARTIST has scattered in their midst. It is enough to rouse the dullest soul to something of poetic fervor, to look out on such a morning and see the shadows lying in bright uncertainty upon those bills, all radiant in their blending colorings of scarlet, gold, and brown. Do you remember Mrs. WEL BY's sweet and womanly theory respecting this beautiful phenomenon of our American October!

Tus charm which lends to the woods their flush,

Is the Frost kiss, spreading a crimson blush
O'er the modest autumn leaves !'

'Come and see us next year at this season. It is not 'melancholy' with us; and we will take care that you do not find your warmest welcome at an ina.''

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A FRIEND, writing to the EDITOR from the good old Oneida region, and speaking of the Maine Law,' is reminded of a scene in a bar-room which accidentally came under his observation not a great many years ago: 'An old and inveterate toper stepped up to the bar, and asked for a glass of wine: the spruce and expert mixer of 'sherry-cobblers' handed down the decanter, with a flourish; whereupon the old soaker very deliberately filled the tumbler nearly two-thirds full, which he as deliberately, of course, swallowed, and then laid down a sixpence. I wish you could have seen the appearance of the indignant and astonished bar-tender! His eye glowed, his face kindled up, and, as our friend DEMP STER sings, in one of his humorous Scottish songs, 'An angry man was he, O!' as he quickly, and with a jerk, threw the 'siller' into the 'till,' and slammed down three cents. The man-of-drink asked, with astonishment, and apparent simplicity, What, don't you charge six-pence a glass now for wine?' 'No!' said the enraged attendant; and his face wore a most ferocious look, as he quickly added: When we sell it wholesale, we always sell it cheaper !' ... 'WHAT & beautiful figure that was, once employed by good old 'Father TAYLOR,' the sailor preacher and true seaman's friend, of Boston: The small boat rides in beauty and in safety upon the calm surface of an unruffled ocean: it is when the winds whistle and the tempests roar, that the skill of the pilot is called into action. The lightest feather floats upon the air, and is carried along with the wind: it is the thunder-cloud alone, which, by the force of its own current, comes booming along against it!' A FRIEND, formerly, as we infer, from the North, but now a resident in Florida, in a letter to the EDITOR, gives the following amusing description of some of the local terms in common use in that division of our united kingdom: A cracker just lighted at my office, and informed me that a neighbor who was in cahoot with him had honey-fackled him in the matter of a heap of logs, which they had been getting out on a quarter about a look from a

branch, near the old field on the FATIO grant.' Anglice: 'cracker' is the real native; 'lighted,' means to stop; 'cahoot,' meaning in partnership; 'honey-fackled,' to cheat; 'heap,' a good many; 'quarter,' forty acres of land; a 'look' is a mile; 'branch,' a small creek; 'old-field,' an old abandoned plantation.' Almost an unknown tongue!' Ir was a profound remark of the thoughtful editor of the Bunkum Flag Staff,' that there is a great deal of genus into this ked'ntry;' although even himself was forced to exclaim, 'How hard it is to write good!' A correspondent at the Michigan University has sent us additional evidence of the truth of Mr. WAGSTAFF's remark, in the Works of E. DARROW, Esq. Poet-Buckeye,' printed at Akron, Ohio, and entitled Three Epistles to Cosmopolitans.' The poetry has all the beauties of the pastoral, combined with the greenness and freshness of the pasture-al. The general themes of the 'Epistles' are as follows: 'The Pestilence defied; Cholera baffled; Disease examined, explained, condemned, opposed, overcome, or banished; Good Health discovered and insured, and Life long preserved. SECRETS for those who know them and those who don't: RECAPITULATION: also, the health and luxury of cooking and eating and loving.' We give a specimen of the blank verse and blanker rhymes. The first is from the 'Health' department:

'Use, feed your stomach moderately;

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Eat not, drink not, coutinually, hourly,
Or oftener, like ill-bred, ill-fed swine,
Gathering, munching, constantly, all day.

'You will feel bad, unpleasant or be sick,
Or suffer some, I apprehend, and warn.
If you do eat or drink, materially,
For eating sake or for enjoyment, when
Hunger and thirst don't sanctify the deed,
Be cautious; mete and very sparingly:
If so you can participate and teste
And see the ELEPHANT' and not be hurt,
At least not much.

Despise not what I say; laugh not thereat;
But heed and do it. Be particular.

Be firm thereto, if not you will repent;

Or be beneath a prostrate penitent:

Be more commiserable and less MAN.

Some persons eat and drink themselves to death;

Or till quite sick and nearly dead thereby,

Because they can.'

The Stanzas for the dear Sister and Brothers of a Young Woman who Died,' are scarcely less harmonious than the blank-verse, in its most stately flow. For example:

FRANCES SALOMA is dead!

My only sister and sister

Of those whose sister I am,

Who, with me mourning, have missed her.

'Where has our dear sister gone? One day she ceased to breathe, utter, Turned cold and pallid, and we

In the cold ground deeply shut her:

And now we never see her,
And never more shall behold her:
Oh! we mean not never more!

Tho in the earth she does moulder.

Oh! the sweet flower!- our good sister
Perished, was blighted too quickly:
She was just twenty years old
When she died - but she died meekly.'

Such are samples of the almost 'spontaneous growth' of poetry throughout 'works' of E. DARROW, Esq., of Akron, in the State of Ohio. They are works meet for repentance.' HERE are Some Thoughts on Love, from a Summer Letter, written at a Watering-Place,' which will doubtless hit the fancy of some tender-hearted reader: 'Seriously, J, it is my duty to impress upon you the certain fact that one half of our young people lose their senses when they lose their hearts. One of our party has already written five letters to his lady-love, and he goes about sighing and groaning in a most pitiable manner.

He

has no appetite, and sleeps up at the top of the house, close to the moon. He cannot stand by one of the columns of the piazza without putting his arm around its waist, and I caught him kissing an apple to-day because it had red cheeks To these extremities may a man be reduced in the flower of his years by yielding to a sickly sentimentality! I believe in love; yea, and true love, too; and in my way I claim to love as much as any man, and to have as warm a heart, True, I have never sat night after night in a darkened room with some halfsleeping girl, and imagined she was an angel. It's all humbug, J—; the fairest woman can consume her share of bread-and-butter, and her fairy fingers could repair the damage' if you should be so unfortunate as to tear your shirt. There- I feel better now!'... A CORRESPONDENT from a pleasant village in the 'Southern Tier,' writes us: 'I hardly think your December number will be complete without the following: Parson F―, whilome of this place, and now pastor of the First Presbyterian Church in Utica, fully appreciating the power of MAMMON as a prop of the ministry, but deploring ignorance, whether found in palace or hovel, was sadly disturbed at the illiterate condition of the wife of his most wealthy parishioner, and set himself about the laudable project of enlightning her upon sacred things by a loan of D'AUBIGNE'S History of the Reformation. Upon being asked shortly after by her spiritual guide how she liked it, she answered: 'La! Mr. F, to tell the truth, I read no farther in it than to where he gives an account of LUTHER'S diet on Worms, and then threw the book down in disgust!' . . THE KNICKERBOCKER-we say it gratefully and in no spirit of vain-boasting-is increasing in circulation in all parts of the country-North and South, East and West. Take two opposite extremes, for example, being just before us, by this morning's mail. An agent at Cleveland, Ohio, writes: "The KNICKERBOCKER is very popular out this way. Previous to the reduction in the price I only disposed of six copies; now I find a ready sale for one hundred, and I fully expect to increase my order to two hundred by next spring. A friend in St. Johnsbury, Vermont, sends us a large club of subscribers, and in his note inclosing the money, kindly adds: 'I hope all friends of genial KNICK. will take the same little trouble that I have, to show their appreciation of your continued efforts in meeting the wants of like genial hearts.' We take the liberty, in this connection, to call attention to the Advertisement of the Forty-First Volume, which precedes the 'Original Papers' in the present number. 'I SEND you,' writes an obliging town-correspondent, a complete and correct copy of a little poem entitled 'The White Rose,' taken from an old newspaper in my possession, the first verse of which was misquoted in a communication to the Editor's Table,' in your last number:

'WRITTEN in the fifteenth century, and sent by the Duke of CLARENCE (of the house of York) with a white rose to Lady E. BEAUCHAMP, a violent adherent to the house of Lancaster:

Ir thys fayre rose offende thye sighte,
Plac'd inne thye bosomme bare,
'Twyll blush to finde itselfe less whyte,
And turne Lancastryune there.

But if thye rubye lippe it spye,

As kyss it thou may'st deigne,

With envye pale 't wyll lose its dye,
And Yorkysh turne again.'

Is not that very beautiful?

A SERIES of half-a-dozen dissolving views

have been added to SATTLER'S charming and popular cosmoramas, corner of

Broadway and Thirteenth-street, which we have so often commended to the public. The addition is varied and pleasing; the introduction of figures as the night advances is best seen in the view taken near the Pyramids. As a whole, there is no exhibition in New-York better deserving of patronage. A FRIEND now absent from town, on a brief tour to the west, writes us as follows from the 'Iron City:'

'I WERE yesterday drawed over the Allegany mountings by nine stationary Ingens!' It is a singular triumph of the skill of man to see these huge locomotives running and shrieking over the top and through the deep gorges of the Alleghanies. The Pennsylvania Rail-Road, from Lancaster to Pittsburgh, is now very nearly completed. I came by rail' all the way, except ten miles by stage-coach, and I am told the cars will be running the entire route on my return. It can hardly fail to be a very profitable road when finished. The difficulty of crossing the mountains will be diminished in a year or so by a new route over them, which will do away with the inclined planes, and will shorten the time some hours.'

'The Peri, or the Enchanted Fountain,' is the title of a new grand fairy opera, by Mr. JAMES GASPARD MAEDER, an eminent musician and composer, of which we hear the highest encomiums. We are assured by anold and capable correspondent that this opera 'is indeed a gem,' that cannot fail to create a great sensation. The editor of the Boston Atlas,' competent authority, who has heard it, says of it: We cannot refrain from adding our mite in its behalf. The music is indescribably rich and mellifluous, floating upon the ear in soft and exquisite cadences, delicately expressive of the warblings of those creatures of imaginative existence, which the libretto portrays most vividly in various scenes and incidents. MAEDER seems to have caught the very spirit of poësy, which flows in melodious strains, like the lulling yet brilliant notes of the fairies. In the composition of the opera the composer has shown himself to be a true musician. The music is of that brilliant, light, and fairy character that cannot fail to please.' SOME of our New-England readers, we have no doubt, will recognize a once distinguished attorney-general of an eastern State, in the subject of the annexed anecdote:

'Mr. B————, a distinguished advocate and attorney-general of a far 'down-east' State, was sitting with his hat over his eyes, and his chin on his breast, bolstered up on either side with chairs and table, and sleeping as comfortably as 'the indomitable spirit of gin' would allow, in the court-house at A-, when the Court' entered and took his seat on the bench. Observing the situation of Mr. B—, which had not changed on the entrance of the Court,' the Judge looked at the sheriff, who seemed to understand that it was his duty to get the sleeper into 'condition.' Mr. B the Court is in.'

'I won't give the reply. Suffice it to say, the sheriff had a decided objection to going to the murky and sulphurous place to which he was consigned.

Mr. B,' said the Judge, we have observed, with profound regret, your conduct during the last week; and this morning we find you in no better condition to take up your cases than before. We are disposed to bear with you no longer. You disgrace yourself and your family, 'the Court,' and the profession, by your course of conduct.' This reproof elicited the following colloquy:

"Did your-r honor speak to me?'

"I did, Sir!'

"What re-mark di-hid you make?'

"I said, Sir, that, in my opinion, you disgrace yourself and family, the Court, and the profession, by your course of conduct.'

May i-i-it please your honor, I have been an attorney in-in-in this c-court for fifteen years; and permit me to say, your honor, that that is the first cor-rect opinion I ever knew you to give!''

Slightly 'pungent,' that! 'Prismatics,' by RICHARD HAYWARDE, is the title of a superbly-illustrated little volume, which will appear from the press of the APPLETONS about the first of January. That it will be a book which

will richly reward perusal, no one of our readers will need to be informed; for some of the most spirited and tasteful papers, in prose and verse, that have ever appeared in this Magazine have been from the pen of RICHARD HAYWARDE,' the nom de plume of a true representative of an intellectual and cultivated NewYork merchant. The illustrations by DARLEY, KENSETT, ELLIOTT, HICES, and Ros SITER, Will be of the most exquiste character, if the engravers do justice to the drawings, which we have had the pleasure to examine; and we learn that they are to go into the best hands. THE length of many of our articles, and the addition of title-page, index, etc., exclude some ten pages of 'Gossip,' (including several notices of excellent new books,) from the present number. In our next, which will be early issued, these will receive careful attention. Our FortyFirst Volume will appear upon new type throughout; and, so far as externals go, our popular printer says, 'it shall not be excelled by any Magazine in the world' We will try to make the internal agree with the external excellence of the work. Our contributors were never of a higher order, or more numerous, and our port folios are literally groaning with communications, of the best, in prose and verse, awaiting insertion. The volume will be stereotyped, the constantly-increasing favor of the public compelling us to anticipate extensive demands, beyond our ordinary large editions. With gratitude for the past, pleasure in contemplation of the present, and reliable trust in the future, we shall hope to enter upon the best volume of 'The KNICKERBOCKER' that has ever yet appeared. You know us, reader: therefore, wait and see' whether we 'keep the word of promise to the ear' only, or in 'right good faith.' OUR contemporary of the 'IrishAmerican' has mistaken a satirically-playful retort, one of several lively ‘club’papers, for an attack upon the 'Green Isle of the Ocean,' and its gifted sons. Very many of the eminent Irishmen whom 'The Irish-American' names, as reflecting honor upon their country, have no more fervent admirer than our correspondent. Wait until the papers 'On the Habits of Scotchmen,' 'Frenchmen,'' Germans,' 'Yankees,' and the rest, appear, brother-editor: and in the mean time, 'put up your scythe!' We have no hesitation whatever in saying, that the very best portrait that we have ever seen of the great and good WASHINGTON, is the one recently published by Mr. GEORGE W. CHILDS, Philadelphia; engraved by T. B. WELCH, under the superintendence of SULLY, from STUART's only original portrait, in the Athenæum at Boston. There is nothing in the original that is not copied, to the minutest touch of the great master's pencil: indeed, it needs but varied color to make it the picture itself. It comes before the public recommended by scores of the most distinguished persons in the United States, political, literary, artistic and other, including the PRESIDENT, GEORGE WASHINGTON CUSTIS, WEBSTER, IRVING, SPARKS, PRESCOTT, HALLECK, HARDING, ELLIOTT, NEAGLE, etc. It is a large and superb picture, and can be had of Messrs. WILLIAMS AND STEVENS for the small sum of five dollars. .. AMONG the postponed 'Gossipry' in type are an excellent communication from our friend in Kentucky: A Visit to Glenmary,' from a correspondent in 'old Broome;' ERICSSON'S Caloric Engine;' 'Letter from Poverty Hollow to a gentleman in New-York;' 'More Experience of the Travelling Dentist,' 'Rail-Road Life and Observation in Wisconsin,' from a some time New-Yorker,' etc., etc. THE publishers' Advertisement o the Knick Knacks' appears on the second page of the cover. The work has had an unprecedented 'run,' the first large edition being almost immediately exhausted. A second edition, of four thousand copies, is now passing through the press. It is pleasant to think that we have not mistaken the kind partiality of our friends.

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