DIALOGUE-A Lesson in Politeness. Meeting of Dr. Slop and Obadiah. Knickerbocker's New England Farmer. The King's Visit to a Cathedral. 1* DIALOGUE-Triumph of Principle. DIALOGUE-Cowardice and Boasting. THE HUMOROUS SPEAKE THE MOSQUITO'S SONG—A SOLILOQUY.—ANON. In the dreamy hour of night I'll hie, When the lamps are lit, and the curtains drawn, In the chamber hushed, where the sleepers lie; In these I'll sport through summer night, There's one I view with an evil eye; Holds all entranced, I'll wing my flight, There's a poet, I know, in the still midnight And wearied of earth, in a world all his own, A creation of beauty in the pure, still air. But when a new image has broken on his sight, And the long-courted vision shall vanish—while I, But she shall not taste the gentle delight; THE CONTEST UNEQUAL.-SYDNEY SMITH. MR. Bailiff, I have spoken so often on this subject, that I am sure both you and the gentlemen here present, will be obliged to me for saying but little, and that favor I am as willing to confer, as you can be to receive it. I feel most deeply the event which has taken place, because, by putting the two houses of Parliament in collision with each other, it will impede the public business, and diminish the public prosperity. I feel it as a churchman, because I cannot but blush to see so many dignitaries of the church arrayed against the wishes and happiness of the people. I feel it more than all, because I believe it will sow the seeds of deadly hatred between the aristocracy and the great mass of the people. The loss of the bill I do not feel, and for the best of all possi ble reasons-because I have not the slightest idea that it is lost. I have no more doubt, before the expiration of the winter, that this bill will pass, than I have that the annual tax bills will pass, and greater certainty than this no man can have, for Franklin tells us, there are but two things certain in this world-death and taxes. As for the possibility of the House of Lords preventing ere long a reform of Parliament, I hold it to be the most absurd notion that ever entered into human imagination. I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the attempt of the lords to stop the progress of reform, reminds me very forcibly of the great storm of Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs. Partington (n that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in a great flood upon that town-the tide rose to an incredible height-the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction. In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm, Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling the mop, squeezing out the sea water, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused. Mrs. Partington's spirit was up; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest. Gentlemen be at your easebe quiet and steady. You will beat Mrs. Partington. PHAETHON, OR THE AMATEUR COACHMAN.-JOHN G. SAXE DAN Phaethon, so the histories run,— Was a jolly young chap, and a son of the Sun; |