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'Pale CYNTHIA just had reach'd the hill;'

which was exchanged for:

The fifth and sixth of this affecting song:

which now read thus:

"The moon had climbed the highest hill.'

lines also, by an excellent emendation, let us into the theme

When MARY laid her down to sleep,
And scarcely yet had closed her e'e;'

'When MARY laid her down to sleep,

Her thoughts on SANDY far at sea,' etc.

'The concluding lines always struck me as being very graphic and spiritual:

'Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled,

No more of SANDY could she see;

But soft the passing spirit said,
'Sweet MARY, weep no more for me!'

'Lowe came to this country, and after a life of disappointment, died in Fredericksburg, Virginia, it is said under very melancholy circumstances.' We should

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have thought our Louisiana friend would have been ashamed to introduce by letter to us a gentleman who 'on a first acquaintance' could have the heart and bad taste to out-roll us at ten-pins twice in succession, beating a string of two hundred and forty at that! If we had n't known him to be one of the best of good fellows, we should have been 'excited.' But not being strong man to be angry,' we were only 's-i-c-k! But good as was his play, it was beaten out and out the same day at HORN's, that indefatigable wit and punster. Thirty-seven 'ten-strikes' were made in succession by a young man, in full exercise' at the Ann-street establishment. If this young gentleman is going to New-Orleans, we should like to give him a letter to our friend and correspondent! ・・・ 'Women' of the Good Old Times' and 'Ladies' of the New,' is better in its spirit than in its execution. It may possibly appear hereafter. We thought, while reading it, of a stanza or two in 'Will Bag nall's Ballet,' a quaint old piece of verse, written away back in 1656:

'You cannot be contented to goe

As did the women of old,

But you are all for pride and show,
As they were for weather and cold.
Oh, women! women!-fie! fie! fie!
I wonder you are not ashamed, I!

Where is the decency become

That your fore-mothers had?
In gowns of cloth and caps of thrum
They went full meanly clad;

But you must jet it in silks and gold,
Your pride in winter is never-a-cold,' etc.

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THE 'Brattleborough (Vermont) Eagle,' in a notice of a former number of the KNICKERBOCKER, remarks: We are sorry, very sorry, that any of the inimitable 'St. Leger Papers' should be lost. We hope that Old KNICK.' will ransack the United Kingdom before he gives them up entirely.' Similar praise and regrets have reached us from different portions of the South and the far-distant West. High commendation is also awarded them in a letter which we have just opened from Constantinople. We can only promise, in the premises, that every exertion that can be made will be made, by our correspondent in England, to accomplish the recovery so much desiderated. WINTER is again upon us, bringing with it its usual train of festive scenes and social duties and delights. It brings also that annually-returning season which so pleasantly drains the pockets - The Holidays. How many busy fingers are now plying, and busy brains working, to devise ways and means to exert a magnetic influence over the precious metals, or their frail representatives, the 'paper promises' of the banks! But apropos of Holidays: Of all things' for a

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New-Year's or Christmas gift, we know of nothing more national or more truly valuable to an American recipient than the large and beautiful Engraving of the United States' Senate Chamber,' for sale by Mr. E. ANTHONY, at Number 247 Broadway. The praise that it has received, both in this country and in Europe, has placed the fact of its eminent excellence beyond all cavil. Of its interesting character, and especially of its value to Americans, of whatever party or creed, it is quite unnecessary to speak. THERE is a vast deal of difference in being awakened in the morning by a country 'cock's shrill clarion' and the sable chimney-sweep's hoarse matin-call in town. He is a gallant fellow, CHANTICLEER. The quaint NASH says well of him in his Quaternio: The cocke by some armourists is called the Knight of the Birds,' because he will rather repell daunger by fight than, by flight, being alwaies prepared for battaile; having his combe for an helmet, his bill for a fauchion; and as a compleat souldier, armed from head to foote, he hath his legges armed with spurres.' . WE have read many times, and always with an added

pleasure, what the melancholy COWLEY said' to his imaginative Muse:

'AH, wanton foe! dost thou upbraid
The ills which thou thyself hast made?

When in the cradle innocent I lay,
Thou, wicked spirit! stolest me away,
And my abuséd soul didst bear

Into thy new-found worlds, I knew not where,
Thy golden ludies in the air;

And ever since I strive in vain
My ravished freedom to regain;

Stil I rebel, still dost thou reign;

Lo! still in verse against thee I complain.

"There is a stubborn sort of weeds,
Which, if the earth but once, it ever breeds;

No wholesome herb can near them thrive,
No useful plant can keep alive :

The foolish sports I did on thee bestow

Make all my art and labor fruitless now;

Where once such fairies dance no grass doth ever grow.

'When my new mind had no infusion known,
Thou gav'st so deep a tincture of thine own,

That ever since I vainly try

To wash away th' inherent dye;

Long work perhaps may spoil thy colors quite,
But never will reduce the native white.

To all the posts of honor and of gain

I often steer my course in vain;

Thy gale comes cross, and drives me back again!

Thou slack'nest all my nerves of industry
By making them so oft to be

The tinkling strings of thy loose minstrelsy.
Whoever this world's happiness would see
Must as entirely cast off thee

As they who only heaven desire

Do from the world retire.

This was my error, this my gross mistake,
Myself a demi-votary to make.

For all that I gave up I nothing gain,
And perish for the part which I retain.

"Teach me not, then, O thou fallacious Muse!
The court, and better king t' accuse;

The heaven under which I live is fair,

The fertile soil wil! a full harvest bear;

Thine then is all the barrenness, if thou

Mak'st me sit still and sing when I should plough.'

WE commend to the consideration of our citizens, and the proper authorities, a 'Plan for the Relief of Broadway' from the crowds of omnibii that now invest and infest it. It is to connect Church-street with Trinity-Place, continuing the same to

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the Battery, and widening the entire line. From the junction of the Park the omnibusses are to be licensed to pass down Broadway only, and up the new street only: on the upward passage, they may enter Broadway at or above Vesey-street. We trust this great improvement will be adopted. . . . 'S. T.'s theological article awaits him at the publication-office. It is atheistical, and very weak. If, as 'S. T.' assumes, he can believe only in that which he understands, his creed is most likely a very short one. Can he understand (if he believes in) GOD? . . . Is there no offence' in the 'Lines to E. M, under a Blaze of Gas?' By the mass, but there is offence!' as one can see with half an eye. There was a refusal to dance or waltz; there was a curl of a ruby lip, or a fancied slight; there was a something, which tempted and tempers the ‘Lines' in question. Howbeit, it is true that a broad white gaslight is very trying to any lady. Although certainly clear and sustained, it is not such a light as Beauty loves to be seen by. The Mechanical or 'CARCEL Lamp,' as we have said aforetime, is the only lamp which should be adopted in the parlors of those who can afford the luxury of the best of lights. Those who have adopted it would on no account dispense with its use. It is, among other professional necessaries, the greatest to our personal comfort; and as we desire to be unselfish, we once more recommend such of our readers as have not yet possessed themselves of this lamp, to call at our friend A. DIACON'S, 377 Broadway, and before the holidays arrive, give to their families one of the great comforts and luxuries which science, art and taste have devised to make the home-circle bright and beautiful. . . SOON after the news of the Battle of Bunker-Hill had reached England, there was not a little mortification felt among the people, and especially among the British troops stationed in London, at the inauspicious result of that sanguinary engagement. One day a poor hunch-back was passing through the gate at Hyde-Park, when a tall horse-guardsman, touching the envious mountain on his back,' said: 'What have you here, my friend?' 'Bunker-Hill, you d d red-coat! was the reply. He had waked up the wrong passenger.' WE must say 'No,' in the alternative left us by B. M.' We have had Thusalem' lots of communications on the same subject, and declined them all. .. WE believe we have never mentioned the publication, by the 'Albion' weekly literary and news paper, of a superb engraving of HER BRITISH MAJESTY, in her robes of state. It has been so long before the pub. lic, however, that we have now only to say that the same journal has nearly ready for its subscribers a large portrait, in all respects of kindred excellence, of PRINCE ALBERT. The Albion' has recently swallowed up in its wide circulation that of the Anglo-American;' a circumstance rendered necessary by the recent death of Mr. A. D. PATTERSON, the editor. EVERY body in New-York knows Colonel SNOW,' of the metropolitan police-department; an enthusiastic temperance-reformer, an efficient officer, and one of the most incorrigible wags in town. He comes in of a morning to the tonsorial establishment of that prince of artists in his line, Mr. JAMES GRANT, in Ann-street, and with a face beaming with honest excitement, remarks: 'Well, the steamer's in, at last. She has made quick time; but she brought away her pilot, and carried away her pipes. She had a fine 'lot' of passengers; more than a hundred and fifty. The news she brings is not Here half a

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dozen listeners,' under treatment,' arrest the barber s hand, and wiping the lather from their faces, inquire with eagerness: What steamer is it? The Hibernia' or 'Caledonia ?' 'Oh, bless you, no!' replies the Colonel; oh, no; the Olive-Branch' ferry-boat from Brooklyn; she came over very full this morning, and in about six

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minutes; she carried back the pilot she brought away, and at the same time she carried away her pipes!' 'That was a dreadful scrape opposite the Tribune-office,' said the Colonel, the other morning; and not a soul interfered, except the dirty rascals who were engaged in it.' What scrape was that?' asked a victim; 'I did n't hear any thing of it.' They were scraping up heaps of dirt there all the afternoon, and putting them into carts, for manure. Some of it was beautiful! The Colonel's last game was with a load-stone. It was not a little amusing to see half a dozen sage, grave, but quite gullible persons around him, trying its attractive powers with their pen-knives. There ain't much steel, I guess, about them knives,' observes SNow or else this ain't load-stone! I did n't know but it might be; I picked it up out in the Park, and it seemed quite like a load in my pocket. 'Mind to heft it? And all this without the movement of a single muscle. ⚫ WE lament the death of another of our correspondents, Lieut. ROBERT EMMET HOE, who recently departed this life on board the United States' ship 'Supply,' off Sandy Hook, at the early age of thirty-seven years. He was a man of warm heart and fine poetical temperament. Our readers will remember the very beautiful parody upon the late Mr. WILDE's Lament,' which was originally contributed to this Magazine:

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WE give the following, which we derive from an esteemed friend, as illustrative of the eccentricities which very often result from movements professedly 'religious,' but which, owing to a 'zeal above knowledge,' more frequently exert a most pernicious influence, sometimes even upon otherwise thoughtful minds: Our friend the Rev. Mr. C told me to-day the following anecdotes of Elder KNAPP,' the Revivalist,' as he is called. He had been in New-London, (Conn.,) carrying on a 'revival.' Among his converts was a lady, the wife of a sea-captain. After a while, her husband, a tough customer,' returned from a whaling voyage, and found his wife had become a very pious woman. He was so deeply impressed with the beneficial change in her, that he thought the best thing he could do would be to get religion' himself. When I got home,' said he,' and found the old woman so much better for it, I thought I'd see if it would n't help me some, too; so I went all 'round among the ministers, trying to have 'em do me some good; but they did n't help me any more than it would to turn a colt into a penny-royal pasture- not a bit. So I

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thought I'd go down to Boston and see the Elder. When I got down there I found him, and says I to him, says I, Elder,' says I, 'I've come down to have you put me through! The ministers up 'round New-London do n't seem to do me any good, and so I thought I'd come down and see if you could n't put me through.' The Elder talked with me consid'rable, and asked me a great many things. I told him a-l-l about it. Finally, he took off his coat, kneeled down, and in half an hour he put me through! Since then, I've felt to rejoice.' At another time, wishing to show the unhappy effects of doing what one knew to be wrong, he said: 'Bretheren, it's no kind o' use to resist the Sperit. If you know what is right, do it! Why was it that JONAH was swallowed up in the whale's belly? Why, because he went off to Tarshish, instead of going to Nineveh, as he was instructed; that's the reason! And after he was spewed up, what d' ye think his Conscience said to him? It said: JONAH, do you cut for Nineveh !' THE next number of the KNICKERBOCKER, the first of the Thirty-First Volume, will appear in an entirely new dress. Its typographical execution will defy all competition.' Indeed, so far as the externals of the Magazine are concerned, it is sufficient to say, that they will as heretofore be under the capable direction of Mr. WILLIAM OSBORN, who for twelve years and upward, has had charge of the typographical department of the work. How faithfully, and with what good taste and skill, he has discharged his important trust, our readers certainly do not need to be informed. As to the Literary Department of the new volume, all we can affirm is, that to our own taste, and judged by our own standard, we have never, at the beginning of any previous volume, had so rich and ample stores in hand. But we shall see what we shall see.' ... 'Dramatic Reminiscences' are under advisement. We see that in his introduction the writer speaks of HUDSON KIRBY as 'an American.' Not so; that tearing gentleman belongs on the other side,' where he is now, and where we trust he may find it agreeable to stay. What an actor he was!

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Good gracious! how wildly he used to stare,
And shake his fist at nothing, and swear;
And pluck by the handful his shaggy hair,
Till he looked like a picture of Giant Despair,
For a new edition of BUNYAN!

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Do you remember the old 'Shrewsbury' steamer, reader, that (in time) used to pass every thing that was stationary in the Lower Bay? She is called The Croton' now, and plies semi-occasionally to Sing-Sing. A friend of ours recently despatched a barrel of flour by her to a gentleman in the neighborhood of that locality, which he began to believe would 'keep,' for it was on the river so long that the family of his friend came nigh to perish with hunger.' But let us not do injustice to the 'Croton.' With wind and tide in her favor, the old Shrewsbury' is capable of making three miles an hour, by Shrewsbury' clock. .. NEXT to a good portrait, (such for example as ELLIOTT paints in the hues and lines of actual, breathing life-such as the six or eight that are now receiving the finishing touches of his facile hand,) commend us to a good miniature. Mr. OFFICER, who has no rival among us, and whose business increases with every additional picture from his hand, is emulated by Mrs. STEELE, a lady-artist recently arrived in town. Her miniatures are warmly commended by artists of the best judgment. Mr. SHUMWAY, too, whose portraits are justly praised for various high artistical merits, is driving a most successful business.' We are glad to see our chief miniature-artists receiving the re

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