"Dat is most worst still," said the corporal, stalking aft, and leaving Jemmy Chorus.-Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Ducks to follow up the train of his own

plied Vanslyperken, with all the pretended | dog, would you? It's a dog's life I'll lead interest of a devoted lover.

you when I'm once secure of you, Madame

"All through you, Mr. Vanslyperken," re- Vandersloosh. You cheated me out of my plied Babette.

"Me!" exclaimed Vanslyperken.

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Well, all through your nasty cur, which is the same thing."

"My dog! I little thought that he was left here," replied the lieutenant; "but, Babette, let me in, if you please, for the snow falls fast, and

"And you must not come in, Mr. Vanslyperken," replied Babette, pushing him back.

biscuit-we shall see;" and Mr. Vanslyperken stepped into his boat and pulled on board.

(To be continued.)

BEAUTY.

On his arrival he found that a messenger had come on board during his absence, with the letters of thanks from the king's loving cousins, and with directions that he should return with them forthwith. This suited the views of Vanslyperken; he wrote a long letter to the widow, in which he expressed his willingness to sacrifice every thing for her— "Good heavens! what is the matter?" not only to hang his dog, but to hang himBabette then narrated what had passed, self if she wished it-lamented his immeand as she was very prolix, Mr. Vanslyper-diate orders for sailing, and hinted that on ken was a mass of snow on the windward his return he ought to find her more favoraside of him before she had finished, which ble. The widow read the letter, and tossed she did, by pulling down her worsted stock- it into the grate with a "Pish! I was not ings, and showing the wounds which she had born yesterday, as the saying is," cried the received as her portion in the last night's af- widow Vandersloosh. fray. Having thus given ocular evidence of the truth of what she had asserted, Babette then delivered the message of her mistress; to wit, "that until the dead body of Snarleyyow was laid at the porch where they now stood, he, Mr. Vanslyperken, would never gain re-admission." So saying, and not feeling it very pleasant to continue a conversation in a snow storm, Babette very unceremoniously slammed the door in Mr. Vanslyperken's face, and left him to digest the communication with what appetite he might. Mr. Vanslyperken, notwithstanding the cold weather, hastened from the door in a towering passion. The perspiration actually ran down his face and mingled with the melting snow. "To be or not to be"give up the widow or give up his darling Snarleyyow-a dog whom he loved the more, the more he was, through him, entangled in scrapes and vexations-a dog whom every one hated, and therefore he loved-a dog which had not a single recommendation, and therefore was highly prized-a dog assailed by all, and especially by that scarecrow Smallbones, to whom his death would be a victory-it was impossible. But then the widow-with such lots of guilders in the bank, and such a good income from the Lust Haus, he had long made up his mind to settle in possession. It was the haven which, in the vista of his mind, he had been so long accustomed to dwell upon, and he could not give up the hope.

Yet one must be sacrificed. No, he could part with neither. "I have it," though he; "I will make the widow believe that I have sacrificed the dog, and then, when I am once in possession, the dog shall come back again, and let her say a word if she dares; I'll tame her, and pay her off for old scores.'

Such was the determination of Mr. Vanslyperken, as he walked back to the boat. His reverie was, however, broken by his breaking his nose against a lamp-post, which did not contribute to his good humor. Yes, yes, Frau Vandersloosh, we will see," muttered Vanslyperken; "you would kill my

BY MRS. CRAWFORD.

Oh! tell me not of cheeks, that wear
The rosy freshness of the morn,-
Of Hebe lips and flowing hair;

True love is not of such things born:
They have their value but to me,
As flowers, if nothing more I see.

I could as soon bow soul and knees
To some bright shade of Titian's art,
Or statue of Praxiteles,

As beauty, without mind or heart:
For why? because it seems to me,
Like casket without jewelry.

I care not what the color be

Of beauty's eye,—if jet or blue,
So every glance speak sympathy,
With what is kind, and good, and true:
Eyes have their value but to me,

As in their light a soul I see.

I heed not if the cheek be pale
As monumental marble, so
A modest blush doth there prevail,
When fit occasion bids it glow:
Cheeks have their value but to me,
As types of inward purity.

I mind not if the lips be red,
And full, as infant bud of rose,
So gay good temper round them shed
The sunshine of the mind's repose:
Lips have their value but to me
When clothed with sweet amenity.

Yet neither lips, nor cheeks, nor eyes,
Though all that I have now portrayed,

Could shake my peace, or wake my sighs,
Unless they love for me displayed:
Their chiefest beauty still must be,
To breathe of love, and love for me.

But if I see in beauty's eye,

Affection's glance when I appear,
And on her cheek and lip, espy

The tokens of a love sincere ;
Then eyes, and cheeks, and lips, to me
Do wear their true divinity.

gust, even though they should be so obscure and ill-defined as to convey no distinct idea to the mind. Too often we see all the effect of a profound and imposing mistiness entirely lost through the want of attention to vary and diversify a little, and there are multitudes who seem utterly unable to exceed the range of some few phrases and embellishments which have got into fashion, and are put to every sort of service while they continue in vogue. If the reader is old enough to remember the orators of the French convention, I take it for granted that he must often have been put out of all patience by incessant repetitions of the words organ and organizing, and by others of that nation who

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same merciless way. The word 'monster' seems also to have been reckoned upon as particularly serviceable for producing an impression upon the sovereign people. Every man might then announce himself as the organ of something or other of fraternal unanimity, of pure civism, or of a regenerated epoch: or sound an alarm that the monster Federalism, or the monster Superstition, was busy here or there, organizing its monstrous conceptions, hatching some catastrophe which should engulf in its jaws the virtuous Sans-culottes of the 10th of August, the enlightened patriots of the 1st of September, and the entire republic one and indivisible.

But to descend from these stormy declamations to phrases and flourishes of our own native growth. I have myself perused two very sizeable quartos, the work of a certain genius, whose productions might be easily recognised and identified as belonging to the same author, solely by our meeting at every turn with such sentences as the following:-a most pregnant era,-a most pregnant moment,—a mind every day engendering new miracles,

exquisite digression, pregnant with imagery and sentiment,-offensive manners, engendered by dishonesty and intemperance,duels pregnant with apprehension,-matter generating visible images. Devil another metaphor the filthy pedant has from beginning to end of his two quartos! or, if by accident one of a different sort does sometimes intervene, it makes no more figure than some stray specimen of the lesser weeds, in a waste overrun with nettles and ragworts.

The word 'devoted' is at this present time Every judicious reader must be aware of (April, 1836) in exceeding great favor and the great advantages that have resulted from popularity. With romance writers it saves the use of images somewhat obscure and of the trouble of coloring over and excusing all terms that are rather ill-defined, whether for sorts of immoralities. An action may be neithe purpose of indicating a profound and ther fit, nor just, nor religious, nor suitable to philosophical mode of thinking, or of attain-a rational and accountable being, it may even ing true perfection in that ambitious and be neither decent nor honest, but call it degrandiloquent style, which is usually called voted, and it becomes quite a high-souled affine writing, or fine oratory. But grandeur fair, which forthwith soars too high to be of every sort is apt to be monotonous, whe-measured by the ordinary rules that confine ther it consist in pomp of phrases or in out- the general herd. A man may be devoted to ward show and magnificence; and the love his neighbor's wife, a woman to her neighof variety is so natural, that, whether in bor's husband, for it matters not how absurdly books or in oratory, a constant recurrence of and mischievously placed this same feeling the same images, or of the same words, can- of devotedness may be, provided only that ti not be endured without weariness and dis-shall be so managed as to produce its proper

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Nor is this all. Besides this indiscreet frequency, and incessant wearing out of particular words, some have addicted themselves to a few sorry alliterations, while others have a fancy for one particular termination, such as, classify, ramify, modify, diversify, or, matuality, totality, universality. But it would be useless to multiply examples.

quantity of sentiment and stage effect. Nor ah! oh! yes! what! which had such prodiis this all besides its popularity with the fan-gious force and success in the school of Jean ciful and romantic, this word is of the great-Jaques Rousseau, and is now more laudably est utility to that worldly-minded generation employed in edifying the religious public, in who are engaged in squabbling with and cir- a multitude of tracts and theological discuscumventing each other for the good things of sions, may cease to produce any sensation. this life. When a man of this stamp talks of having a friend who is devoted to him, or of his having devoted himself to some desirable patron, it serves to intimate, in the genteelest manner, that he has acquired a useful catspaw, or hooked himself to a convenient dupe. The word 'people' has worked excellently, and is not likely to be soon worn out. By advertising a book for the people, it is possible to sell enormously-piled up reams of nonsense; and under color of talking or writing in the people's cause, any one may very patriotically vent as much insolence, envy, malice, and disloyalty as he pleases.

In our days, too, every body has been nauseated by the talk about a fetid moral atmosphere, morbid moral symptoms, and morbid moral anatomy. Next in succession came marches and evolutions, both very fashionable, as, for example, the march of investigagation, the evolutions of intellect, or the march of Hume over the field of history, &c. &c. These last were supposed to contain much deep and philosophical meaning; but such is the mutation attached to all sublunary things, that the fashion even of tropes and figures is subjected to vicissitude, and it has become a standing joke to pelt the celebrated march of intellect with incessant derision. Another instance of the same ill-temper has come down to us from the days of the great Doctor Samuel Johnson-" Powers, that villanous word powers," excited by its constant recurrence the spleen of critical and discourteous readers, "and yet it is an excellent good word too," when used with moderation, which it has been, ever since the word 'gifts' has been seized upon and subjected to the same intolerable drudgery.

That persons who affect a grand, strutting, and redundant flow of language, should fall into such unaccountable poverty, will appear the more astonishing, when we consider that the community of authors, like the community of rooks, make no scruple to build their nests with their neighbor's sticks, or, to speak without a metaphor, to borrow or appropriate whatever they may have occasion for. And from the very liberal use that has been made of this general privilege of pilfering without remorse or acknowledgment, we may certainly infer, that it does not proceed from any fastidiousness on this point, and that many would willingly increase their stock of fine terms and rhetorical flourishes, if they only knew how or where to help themselves. Actuated, therefore, by pure benevolence to my brethren of the quill, and to many worthy gentlemen who make sermons and speeches, I have, by means of an excellent pair of scissors, together with a needle and thread, compiled, or rather, so to speak, manipulated and constructed a work of singular utility, from which they may select at pleasure such new phrases, and such flowers of eloquence, as they may deem fit to be transplanted into their compositions and discourse. That such a work has long been very much wanted, I suppose there is nobody so unreasonable as to dispute, and it is confidently anticipated, that it will be welcomed with universal plaudits by the entire republic of letters, and outshine in reputation, even the celebrated rhyming dictionary of Mr. Byshe.

extracts, from which he may be enabled to understand something of its plan and materials. The work is nearly in the dictionary form, for the convenience of being more easily consulted; but the specimens have been selected without any regard to alphabetical arrangement, from some of the many chapters into which so great a variety of matter naturally divided itself.

The word 'foot' was also in great reputation about a century ago, when people talked not only of placing things upon a right foot, or standing upon a foot, but even of cultivating a foot. Every one knows the wonderful But that the reader may sufficiently estiresources which, in every emergency, have mate the merit and usefulness of this perforbeen found in the four monosyllabic exclama-mance, it is necessary to insert a few short tions-ah! oh! yes! what!-as also the excessive prettiness and prepossessing qualities of the word 'little,' insomuch that, if we mean to be interesting, we must apply this epithet to every thing. If a lady bends over her harp, it is to sing a little romance, or a little air; or if our dramatis personæ should happen to be devout peasants, they must read from a little Bible, which reposes on a little shelf; their lamp must be a little lamp, their loaf a little loaf, and they must drive their cows into a little field. But, alas! it is to be feared that these prettinesses, like many others which have preceded them, may soon fail to make an impression, and that the next generation may listen to them, as we do to a

tune that has been whistled about the streets till every body is tired of it. And even the

Chapter 17th treats of curious furniture, implements, and utensils; such as,

The key that opens the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

The key of art, for tuning the ears of persons who this key. It must be held in the hand of Nature. are going to make verses. Pope had his ears tuned The great wheel of sublunary bliss.

by

The wheel of Fortune, which in its perpetual revo

Besides sons, daughetrs, handmaid, and nurslings, Chapter 20th includes the parentage and degrees of relationship subsisting between ideal beings of every sort, with the best examples for extending this kind of consan-vey some meaning, though upon a nearer exguinity to inanimate objects; as,