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Addison is a name dear to Wit and the Graces, and Joseph Mede, a name not less dear to Learning. Joseph Spence has immortalised himself by his illustrations of the ancient mythology; and Joseph Butler by his admirable Analogy and original sermons. One of our best friends and most animated advocates is a gentleman with this prænomen, and from our earliest childhood we have cherished an attachment to a certain individual, thus called, whom we love as tenderly as we love ourselves, and with such constancy of friendship, that like the conjugal affection of the happy couple in Horace,

Quos irrupta tenet copula

Nec malis divulsus querimoniis,
Suprema citius solvet amor die.

To this catalogue of Josephs we are naturally
studious to add Mr. Childress of Richmond,
especially as he dances before our delighted
optics in the fairy and gamesome guise of Joe.
We long to take him by the hand, to call him
by this elegant and endearing abbreviation of
his baptismal name, and to sit down on the same
bench in the same tavern with such a fine, fami-
liar fellow, memorable in the archives of Virgi-
nia, as the sometime owner of the little horse,
whose fairy figure makes so delectable an ap-
pearance in this miscellany.
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Once more, Mr. B. returns to his proper sub

ject, and resumes and the wonderful pony.

finishes his description of When he gallops, he lifts his feet very high and throws them down very hard, and is a coarse gaited horse. This is a picturesque passage, and we can almost hear the clatter of this horse's heels, not less noisy than the heels of that horse which ran away with Gilpin.

Quadrupedante putrem sonitu quatit ungula campum.

For ourselves, studious of ease, and lolling much on sofas, and in the embraces of an armchair, we cannot help commiserating the case of the luckless rider upon this dashing devil of a horse; who, what with his coarse gait, and legs now sublime in air, and now violently thrust to the ground, must agitate the hapless victim astride, with a concussion not less than that which convulsed Ætna and the Sicilian shores, when the giant Enceladus turned his weary side.

Fama est Enceladi semustum fulmine corpus
Urgeri mole hâc, in gentemque insuper Ætnam
Impositam ruptis flammam expirare caminis,
Et fessum quoties mutat latus, intremere omnem
Murmûre Trinacriam.

The furniture of this Virginia Rozinante is not less remarkable. The saddle, gorgeously garnished round the edges with all the brilliancy of red plush, must beam effulgent, like Mil

ton's moon,

whose orb

Thro' optic glass the Tuscan artist views
At evening, from the top of Fesolé
Or in Valdarno.

Though the beauty of the bridle is rather injured by a piece of twine string, yet courage, ye ostlers, and ye jockies, for the buckles are roundish, like

-the great globe itself,

and are rather fluted, like the fascinating Corinthian column; and if they be not quite so large as a dollar, exceed in splendor a Roman, yea, an American, eagle.

The amusing ambiguity of the colours of the head-stall is not less pleasing than the dubious tints in some of the paintings of the Flemish school. The head-stall, says our inimitable describer, is done around with white and green, or yellow and red ferreting. Here we have four of the colours of the prism, and the reader may take his choice. In this rainbow of vari

ous hues his curious eye may rove from the mild and modest lustre of white and green to the dazzling glories of yellow and red.

Finis coronat opus.

Mr. B. in his peroration returns to his little horse,

"With him my song began, with him shall end,”

and, with a valuation proportionate to the diminutiveness of this tiny animal, offers twenty dollars for the horse, saddle and bridle, inclusive. We conclude our remarks with a wish, inspired by a love of justice, and of elegant composition, that Mr. B. may not only recover his horse, but his knowledge of pure and harmonious English. For if the first has been stolen, the last, it is manifest, has strayed.

Thomas, of late so gay and free,
You sang to love full many a glee,
Nor e'er from pleasure tarried;
Now altered quite the form of wo!
Ah! Ben, my friend, you do not know
That I am-I am-married!

JACK AND GILL.

Lusimus-gracili modulante Thaliâ,
Atque ut araneoli, tenuem formavimus orsum.

VIRGILII Culex.

A new and very witty correspondent has sent me the following mock criticism, which, far from plagiarising from the page of CANNING, has very happily emulated his celebrated analysis of the nursery ballad, "The queen of hearts, she made some tarts," &c.* I should be unjust to the author, if I omitted to insert, that, in his private letter to me, he very modestly states, that he recollects an essay on a similar subject, but is not conscious of the servility of an imitation; and that if either its length, or its nature, render it improper for insertion, the Editor may, without ceremony, like the shepherd of the divine poet,

Levem stipulam crepetantibus urere flammis.

The article in question shall not be put to this fiery trial, and the Editor himself would deserve to be singed, should he burn a single sentence which Genius has given to Mirth.

* See the "Microcosm," an ingenious periodical paper by the Etonians,

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