It will buy you a glass of rum or gin
At a Deacon's store or a Temperance inn,
(The Deacon will show you how to mix it,
Or the Temperance Landlord stay and fix it.)

It will buy a painting at Burbank's hall,
That will frighten the spiders from the wall.

Or a dozen of tea spoons of medium size
That will do for an Agricultural prize.
It will buy four tickets to Barnum's show-
(Late firm of Pharaoh, Herod & Co.)

Or get you a paper that brings by mail
Its weekly "original thrilling tale"-
Of which the essential striking plot

Is a daddy that's rich, and a youth that's not,
Who, seeking in vain for papa's consent,
Runs off with his daughter-the poor old gent!
The governor's savage, at last relents,
And leaves them a million in cash and rents.

Or a hair-wash patent, and warranted, too,
That will turn your whiskers from gray to blue,
And dye old three-score as good as new;
So that your wife will open her eyes,
And treat you with coolness, and then surprise;
And at last, as you're sidling up to her,
Cry, "I'll call my husband, you saucy cur!"

Or a monocrone landscape, done in an hour,
That looks like a ceiling stained in a shower.

Or a ride to Lenox through mire and clay,
Where you may see through the livelong day,
Scores of women with couples of men,
Trudging up hill-and down again.

This is what a dollar will do,
With many things as strange but true;
This very dollar I've got from you-

P. S.-We shouldn't mind if you made it two.
Daily Advertiser.

WISHES.

ALL the fluttering wishes
Caged within thy heart
Beat their wings against it,
Longing to depart,

Till they shake their prison,
With their wounded cry;
Open then thy heart to-day,
And let the captives fly.

Let them first fly upward
Through the starry air,
Till you almost lose them,
For their home is there;
Then with outspread pinions,
Circling round and round,
Wing their way wherever
Want and woe are found.

Where the weary stitcher
Toils for daily bread;
Where the lonely watcher
Watches by her dead;
Where with thin weak fingers,
Toiling at the loom,
Stand the little children,
Blighted ere they bloom.

Where by darkness blinded,
Groping for the light,
With distorted conscience,

Men do wrong for right;
Where in the cold shadow,

By smooth pleasure thrown,
Human hearts by hundreds,
Harden into stone.

Where on dusty highways,

With faint heart and slow,
Cursing the glad sunlight,
Hungry outcasts go;
Where all mirth is silenced,
And the hearth is chill,
For one place is empty,
And one voice is still.

Some hearts will be lighter

While your captives roam
For their tender singing,
Then recal them home:
When the sunny hours

Into night depart,
Softly they will nestle
In a quiet heart.

Household Words.

THE BOSTON BABY SHOW.

After TENNYSON.

I WENT to our Gardens, Claude, when the Boston babies were shown:

I went to our Gardens, Claude, to criticise beauty and bone;

And my cheerless bachelor lot I abhorr'd, and long'd to have one of my own.

The Royal Harmonies I heard on the flute, vio- | Lord lin, bassoon;

Each gay little Mammy-boy coo'd like a bird, while its Mammy humm'd it a tune; Each infant to nourishment never demurr'd, with cheeks like a harvest moon.

Mothers and nurses a hundred and one, with their

charges sat in array,

But Mary Ann Jackson reign'd not alone as the "Prettiest Girl" that day;

Full half of the voters bow'd at her throne, while
half to her charms said "Nay,"

For the heart from a stone or the veriest crone
Ellen Bridgman would steal away.

Then I said to Joe Mawer, "Now Joe-here goes,
I'll bet you a bottle of wine,

Out of all his fat rivals in all those rows your
Willie will take the shine:

From the bridge of his nose to the tip of his toes,
he's the Finest Boy' of the fine."

And the sight of the twin Rays stirr'd the blood of Mr. Manager Small,

So a three-guinea special prize he stood, for he bow'd to the public's call;

But Elizabeth Ann was the tenderest bud,-the "Smallest Baby" of all.

Then Martha Benton, so chubby and neat, won
the "Heaviest Baby" prize;

Twill be many a month ere she "feels her feet,"
if her mild-looking mother's wise;
For such cherubs a roll on the floor is meet, or a
go-cart Paradise.

Queen Rose of the rose-bud garden of girls, of
the "Prettiest Babies," A 1.,

Proud Spilsby need grudge not the ocean its pearls,
to compare with Louise it has none;
The heir of a hundred Plantagenet earls might
deem thee fit bride for his son.

Well may Mr. Small talk large of this treat, since he mark'd seven thousand head

Of visitors, passing his check-taker's seat,—and oh! when I got to bed,

On baby-touches so soft and sweet my slumbering fancy fed.

And I dreamt till morn of their fat little feet, and dimples of white and red. Punch.

BRITISH ASSOCIATION FOR THE AD-
VANCEMENT OF SCIENCE.

Harrowby is sprightly, Lord Wrottesley don't look shy;

Count Frolich gets quite frolicsome, and Playfair winks his eye.

At last the ladies are proposed by Mons. Petigot, And the Lord Provost points to where the coffee-pot shall flow;

Straightway the learned body with one consent adjourn,

New lights of art to admire, new theories to learn.

For doubtless the repast is crown'd by some im-
pressive act,

Some wise discourse delivered replete with
thought and fact;
A meeting of the notables of this "enlightened
age"

Shall reverently oscultate their most distinguish-
ed sage.

Silence! None sure will dare to speak save one of deepest skill—

The fruit of long experience, of persevering will— Who amidst those deep logicians discourse shall dare to hold

To those to whom 'tis given nature's secrets to
unfold?

Will Brewster speak, or Alison, Sedgwick or
Will Kolliker on cholera, or Anderson take
Bonaparte?

heart?

Will Robinson of Armagh, or Retzius of Stock-
holm,

Mansum Mahmoud from India, Campello's
Count from Rome ?

All silently beseat themselves, on knowledge all
intent,

The box of snuff is opened, and the massive brow is bent,

Then to teach this learned body, with calm, su-
perior smile,

Up starts a Highland laddie, that wondrous sage
Argyll!
The Press.

SHELLS have lately been cast in thousands, weekly, at the Vauxhall Foundry, in Liverpool, and shipped for Woolwich, where they are tested. At Fawcett's foundry mortars of large size are being cast, and the shells and the mortars are superior to those supplied from other places. The mortars are all proved by hydraulic pressure before they, leave the foundry. One of the en gineers at Fawcett's has made an important dis covery in the construction of a shell, and the Admiralty and War-office are stated by the local journals to be delighted with the improvement. The shell is cast very thin, and lined inside in a way, which is a secret, to resist the influence of molten iron. With molten iron the shell is to be filled, and, while in a fluid state, fired. Each shell will contain 50lbs. of iron in a state of fusion, and where the shell falls destruction extends around; if on damp ground, no man can They seat themselves to dinner, this very brillic within fifty yards of it. The filling of each liant throng:

IN Glasgow's ancient city a learned crew have

met,

Of statesman, prince, geologist, of peer and baro-
net;

From India and from Sweden, from valleys
from hills,
Prince Bonaparte and Mahmoud, Liebig
Monckton Milnes.

and

and

shell will take twenty-five minutes, and there Agassiz gives a sentiment, and Murchison a will be no difficulty either in ship or trenches of

song:

preparing the molten metal.

From the Times, 28 Sept.
TOTTERING OF ROME.

usual for the people of Rome to run up side streets or into houses as they see the Pope's carriage coming along, in order that they may not be obliged to do him reverence." This, surely, is a sad falling off from the days when a Gregory, an Innocent, a Julius, or a Leo thundered forth his decrees from the Vatican as "the servant of the servants," and yet the Omnipotent Lord here below!

OVER against Baliol College, in one of the most public places of Oxford, there stands a monument erected by the piety of modern ages to commemorate one of the greatest events which has occurred since human beings have formed themselves into societies. The artist, with great skill and singular success, has carved in enduring But in truth to any man gifted with but modstore the features of those great paladins of our erate observation who has made Italy his home religion who upon that spot laid down their lives for a time this result can cause no astonishment. in torments to secure liberty of conscience in af- In England we find the Papal system modified ter ages to their fellow-countrymen and their fel- according to the exigencies of an heretical land low-creatures. Life in England is so fully occu- and an unbelieving race. Would you know what pied in the Senate, in the forum, in the market- that system is in its full development, go to places, that few but professed students care to Rome. You will not at first be conscious of the delve in the dark chambers of history, and to la-horrors with which you are surrounded. A cerbor among dusty records and old dates. The tain season must be given to day dreams in the toil, however, is not always without reward. Forum and to night dreams in the Coliseum. Strange suggestions and contrasts are brought to The artist's enthusiasm must be allowed to salight by confronting the present with the past. tiate itself on the marvellous marbles which anIt is now within a few days of three centuries cient art has bequeathed to us, and among those back that stout old Latimer and Ridley, the most wonderful pictures which seem to prescribe the fearless and the most efficient of the Protestant limits of the painter's skill. There comes a time, bishops were burnt at Oxford on the very spot however, when the feeling for these things passes where the Martyrs' Monument now stands. by. Man was not sent into the world to dream These things happened on the 16th of Oct. 1555. away life among ruins, nor to practise dilettantAll laws that had been made to the prejudice of ism in any of its alluring forms. Mix, then, the Pope's authority in England had been just re- gradually-but with exceeding caution-with the pealed. Queen Mary had shaken from her as a Italians who inhabit this holy town, and learn pollution the title of "Head of the Church," and from them the meaning of their lives. You will it was made felony to pray that God would turn doubtless meet with exaggeration enough-posthe Queen's heart from idolatry and Popish su-sibly with falsehood, but on the whole there perstition. Everything seemed to promise fair will be such a concurrence of testimony in proof for the renewed subjection of England to the of the unutterable turpitude and atrocious tyran Roman See. The Pope of that day could look ny of the Papal Government that no indifferent round him with confidence to the Sovereigns who person could refuse acquiescence in the testimoeither held or were about to succeed to supreme ny produced. But, if words will not convince power in France, in Germany, in Spain. Charles your mind look around you! What you seeIX., with one foot upon the throne, was already that scene of ruin and desolation—that hot-bed dreaming of St. Bartholomew's night, in concert of fever, with its stenches and miasmas, was once with the Guises and Aumales and Anjous. The the capital of the world. When heathens held hypochondriacal bigot Philip was about to re-it, and the high priest, with the silent virgin by ceive from his great father the inheritance of his side ascended the Capitol in honor of JupiSpain, and the cause of the Papacy in Germany ter, Rome was supreme among the nations. In was to be intrusted to Ferdinand I., with good the hands of Christians, and when the self-styled expectation of pious successors in his place. We Prince of the Faithful on each returning Easterwill not speak of England as it is in the year day ascends the balcony of St. Peter's to bless 1855, but certainly the Pope whose reign was il- the Holy City, what has not Rome become! If lustrated by the martyrdom of Latimer and Rid- it be the case, as all history appears to suggest, ley would have been not a little astonished could that nations and kingdoms, even as men do, pehe have known that the correspondent of a Lon-rish and decay from the effect of their own vices don journal, writing from the Holy City precise- and corruptions, surely the sentence of condemly three centuries after his time, would have nation has been branded deeply enough upon the drawn the following picture of his successor's po- brow of Pontifical Rome. But the ruin and the sition:-"The chief feature in the social state of sickness, and the poverty, and the desolation Rome is decidedly an abhorrence of Papal gov- above ground are as nothing compared with ernment, and, possibly, it might be added, an in- what passes in the interior of those Roman creasing indifference to religion. Of the latter houses and in the dungeons, the dark secrets of point, however, I cannot speak with certainty; which are but occasionally revealed by the few only I do know that the day before yesterday prisoners who ever escape from their chains to (the Feast of the Annunciation), when the Pope tell the tale. We have not space nor time just performed mass in the Church of Santa Maria now to enter upon the subject, but it has been del Popolo, there were not above 200 persons in well ascertained that within the last few years the building, besides officials, and very few in the horrors have been enacted in the Roman prisons streets to see the display of military and State for which parallels must be sought in the duncarriages, and receive His Holiness's blessing as geons of the Spanish Inquisition when that trihe passed. I am told, indeed, that it is not un-bunal was at its worst. But the physical torture

TOTTERING OF ROME.

-no! nor the imprisonment of hundreds and sent off for another Swiss regiment, to guard
thousands of innocent men-is not all. Worse, him from the consequences of the too enthusias-
far worse, than this is the unutterable moral pol- tic loyalty of his subjects. The police espionage
lution which overflows upon every wretched cot- of Rome has been screwed up to the level of that
tage and miserable lodging in this Papal land. of Naples. The project for withdrawing the pa-
Get some Roman who has accorded you his tar- per currency has proved a failure. Every obsta-
dy confidence to sit by your side under an old cle is thrown in the way of those who would car-
archway, when the hot air and bright sun of Cen- ry out the projected railroads; for the Cardinals
tral Italy drive you to some cool shelter, and have come to the conclusion that the instant
there hear what he has to say of the doings of their wretched serfs begin to travel and mix with
yonder sable-stoled priests who sweep past you their fellow-creatures there is an end of their do-
in silence and in gloom. Hear his story of what minion. Only think of what the condition of
priests do at Rome, where they are omnipotent, that population must be which may become too
and you will see reasons to be thankful that your enlightened by contact with the lazzaroni of Na-
lot was not cast among the pollutions to which ples! He would be a bold man who should ven-
every Roman born is subject-he and his family. ture to predict with absolute certainty the mo-
Civis Romanus sum! How pathetic a complaint ment when that power which has held the human
to rise no more; but certainly the foundations of
do the words now imply; how much misery is race in thraldom for so many centuries shall fall
involved in that brief phrase!
Were the French garrison
We, of course, can only concern ourselves with the Papacy as a temporal power, appear sadly
the story of modern Rome as a political ques-shaken just now.

tion. The Pope of Rome to us is but a tempo- withdrawn to-morrow, the next day Pio Nono
ral prince, who grievously oppresses his misera- might reckon himself fortunate if he escaped the
ble subjects, and whose misdeeds are likely to vengeance of his subjects in the most cunning
hurry on that explosion in Central Italy which disguise which the craft of his advisers could
sooner or later must come. The French garrison suggest.
has been reduced, and the Pope, in a fright has

chief Festivals of the Christian Year. TransThe Prophets, or Mormonism Unveiled. With I- Lyra Germanica: Hymns for the Sundays and lated from the German by Catherine Winklustrations. worth.

THE religious impositions and licentious pracTHIS volume contains the translation of more tices of the Mormon sect, with the vice and misery they naturally give rise to, seem to promise American fictionists a rich field for ro- than a hundred German hymns, selected from mance, and an equally rich mine for the reprint- the Chevalier Bunsen's collection of 1833, which ing publishers of English penny journals. Not amounted to about nine hundred in number. The long since, we saw a book professing to give an hymns translated are of various ages; some of account of the miseries endured by a Mormon's them being versifications or adaptations of Latin wife, which is now appearing in a weekly paper. poems of the early Medieval Church. They are It broadly divisible into three classes,--the first reThe Prophets is more general in its nature. gives a summary sketch of Smith and his accom- presenting the time of Luther and the Reformaplices, and traces the growth of Mormonism, be- tion; the second that of the Thirty-Years' War, fore the narrative plunges into a variety of ad- which, all evil as it was to Germany and the ventures, of which fraud, seduction, and abduc- mass of Germans, strongly roused a religious tion, are the most striking, punished by Lynch feeling in the really pious; the third is what may law in various forms, and the expulsion of the be called the Moravian spirit, which reached its sect from Nauvoo, after the violent deaths of height towards the middle of the last century. Smith and others at the prison. The subject of The matter and sentiment are also threefold: in Mormonism, like any other type of human ex- the first and best class, the ideas are derived istence where enthusiasm and passion reign pre-from the Sacred Writings; the second exhibits dominant, would furnish materials for fiction to an old-world simplicity, homely but deep and a true artist; but there is so much that is gross strong; the third verges too much upon the comand revolting in the principles and practices of mon run of poetry, somewhat redeemed by its the sect, that the treatment would require the subjects from poverty and absolute commongreatest skill and delicacy. The skill and deli- place. Of the poetry in the original we cannot The volume, cacy are as yet wanting in American writers who speak. The translation is very respectable in have handled the subject, as well as other quali- point of execution, but does not rise higher than ties more necessary to the novelist. The Pro- the usual flight of religious verse. phets is as much a history of Mormonism enforc- however, is curious and interesting.-Spectator. ed and enlivened by the adventures of particular persons, as a fiction in the strict sense.-Spectator.

The author's recollection of her early years THIS work, which is in course of republica- are very graceful. We see the little child imtion from the feuilleton of La Presse, is with- prisoned between four chairs while her mother out exception the most daring and stupendous attends to the pot-au-feu, weaving interminspecimen of book-making which the world has able romances; or, at a later period, enacting yet seen, and in this point of view is equally the Emperer on the field of battle with such discreditable to writer and publisher. The vivid realization of the scene, that an effort is authoress is not born till the sixth volume, and requisite to enable her to recollect where she only attains her fifteenth year in the twelfth. really is. We trace the temperament of the When we add that the book is got up in a future artist in the first perceptions of beauty, handsome style, and is printed in the largest in the love of flowers and music, in the terror type; that there are not 300 pages in a vo- inspired by the first sight of death, in the dislume, not 20 lines in a page, and not seven appointment-shared, we believe, by all-on words in a line, the reader will be able to first beholding a real live Queen. form some faint guess as to the appearance of this popular production. It is in truth just what Sheridan once described-" a rivulet of text, meandering through a meadow of margin."