Sagelsms.
He who is passionate and hasty is generally honest. It's your cool, dissembling, smiling hypocrite, of whom you should beware. There is no deceit about the bull dog. It's only the cur that sneaks up and bites you when your back's turned. Again, we say, beware of a man who has psalmody in his looks.
If a person is bent on quarreling with you, leave the whole of it to himself, and he will soon become weary of his unencouraged occupation. Even the most malicious ram will soon cease to butt against a disregarding object, and will usually find his own head more injured than the object of his blind animosity. So let them kick.
An easy flow of words is no sign of an abundance of ideas. Swift made a wise comparison when he likened a well stored mind to a crowded church, where the people elbow each other, and cannot get out.
"If a civil word or two will render a man happy," said a French king, "he must be a wretch indeed who will not give them to him. Such a disposition is like lighting another man's candle by one's own, which loses none of its brilliancy by what the other gains."
In Preparation.
We have in course of preparation for future numbers, some large and elegant engravings, illustrative of some of the most interesting and deeply scientific new inventions, together with illustrations of architecture, geometry and magnetism. Also a variety of intelligence in arts and trades.
A Strong Position.
"Gentlemen of the jury," said an eminent lawyer, "there are four points in this case. In the first place, we contend that we never had the plaintiff's horse; second, that we paid him for the use of the horse; third, he agreed to let us use the horse for his keeping, without any charge; and fourth, that his horse is a jackass."
As Good as Cash.
An editor out west having asked the consent of a father to his daughter's hand in marriage, the provident old gentleman inquired how much money he could bring the bridge. The editor said he hadn't got any money, but he would give her a puff in his paper. The father was satisfied.
How Very Hot It Is.
The following lines would have been inserted earlier, but the weather was so hot we could not attend to it.
- Did you ever know such weather?
- Seven bright burning days together?
- Swelt'ring nights and broiling days,
- Sultry moonbeams, sun's hot rays:
- No one knows which way to turn him,
- All things either melt or burn him;
- Half the weight of all the nation,
- Is flying off in perspiration,
- And every man, and woman too,
- As languidly they look at you,
- Exclaims, with moist and mournful phiz,
- "Dear me! how very hot it is!"
- Ladies all languid in muslin array,
- Loll upon couches the live long day,
- Looking more lovely than we can say—
- Though alas! they are rapidly melting away
- "Bring me an ice!" they languidly cry,
- But alas and alack! it is "all in my eye"—
- For before it reaches the top of the stairs,
- It's turned into water quite "unawares,"
- While John with his salver, looks red and stares,
- And the moist confectioner inwardly swears,
- As he wipes with his apron his long, pale phiz,
- "Oh—pooh! how infernally hot it is!"
- Oh, what a treat 'twould be to wade
- Chin deep in fresh ice and lemonade!
- Or to sit a deep marble bowl within,
- And camphor gurgling around your chin—
- Hissing and sparkling round your nose,
- Till you open your mouth and down it goes,
- Gulp by gulp, and sup by sup,
- as you "catawampishly chew it up."
- Refreshing your heart and cooling your faces—
- Burnt down as they've been with all sorts of
- sauces
- Oh, the fellow who thus could lave his phiz
- Needn't care how hot the weather is!
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