sixty-six Magazine-street. Here he showed great uneasiness, howling and struggling to get loose, and at length broke his chain, scrambled over the ware-house wall, leaped into a boarding-house, dispersed its inmates, cleared the kitchen, and raising a muss generally, darted into the street, pursued by all the boys in the neighborhood. He took his course down the Levy, showers of brick-bats followed him, draymen threw their whips at him, laborers their cotton-hooks, hucksters their rotten oranges, and every soul cried out 'Mad Dog!' as loud as he could bawl ROVER ran as only scared dogs can run, and seeing the masts of the vessels in the Third Municipality, he headed straight for what he had always found to be a home and a refuge, a ship; but he was intercepted at the Picayune Ferry by a party of skirmishers, advantageously posted on an oyster-shell bank, and was compelled to wheel short for the river; he sprang on board of the steam-boat 'Nashville,' and was there received by a galling fire of lightwood knots from the crew; rendered desperate by this sort of treatment, he scampered up on the hurricane-deck and pitched over-board into the river. From the water he was dragged out by a courageous person in a green blanket, with a cat-fish hook on the end of a long stick, and securely tied to a steam-boat cable.

'I had just finished a good dinner when the news of the dog's escape reached me. I easily traced him to the Levy, and there found him the point of attraction to a vast multitude: loafers, laborers, wharf-rats, and all that class of indescrib ables who seem to have been near the spot on watch, and immediately rush in and take possession the moment a fire, an accident, a fight, or any other excitement occurs. In the midst lay poor ROVER, howling piteously, foaming at the mouth, struggling in strong convulsions, and biting clear through his tongue as he snapped and gasped; while his eyes were red and lurid, their speculation gone; and there also stood my friend JOE BURKE, with a COLT's revolver at the dog's head, considering how he could manage to blow his brains out without making a family shot of it, and killing a score or so of the American public who stood, crouched, and sat in range in every possible direction. I begged my friend JOE to hold up. JoE is remarkably prompt in action-man of quick decision: had he then shot the dog we should have reported a well-marked case of hydrophobia; but as he seemed about to depart without the aid of gun-powder, we awaited the event. His struggles grew weaker, until at last he lay perfectly still, to all appearance dead. 'Poor ROVER,' said I, 'farewell; you will never again breast the foaming surge, never plunge through the deep in the cause of drowning humanity, never gambol and roll in wild play through the mountain snow-drifts of your native land; and moreover. poor fellow, you'll never go to Texas and see your sweet mistress,' which just then I thought the greatest misfortune of all. Perhaps I did not say all this. No; on reflection I'm very confident I did not say it, but I thought it, which amounts to the same thing so far as the dog is concerned, and it should have been addressed solely to the dog.

"Poor ROVER,' said I, and his ears feebly moved, his eyes opened in glad intelligence, and his poor draggled tail made an effort at wagging; in a few minutes he staggered to his feet and looked around in recognition; consciousness had returned and mind resumed her empire, as they say in the novels. That same evening, after a moderate dinner and a sound sleep, ROVER and myself were passengers on a RedRiver packet. I had many misgivings as to the bestowal of ROVER, but after due inquiry gave him in charge of the second cook, a man of the philosophy of the stoics, who regarded the evils of life a part of a great whole; the absence of ice, the drunkenness of the pilot, and the leakiness of the boiler were all trivial matters:

and, moreover, he was of the Baptist persuasion, and therefore, it is presumed, not liable to be bitten by a dog of ROVER'S intelligence, if ROVER should relapse into a second fit of hydrophobia. But Rover did not relapse; he reached Texas in fine health, and was praised and caressed to his heart's content; fetched and carried, and brought drowning kittens out of the creek, and no doubt would have saved children quite as readily, had they afforded him an opportunity by tumbling in; and he still lives a large, handsome dog, too fat, lazy, and dignified to make himself amusing; too good-natured for a guard; too clumsy for a pet; too much encumbered with hair and flesh for any sort of hunting, but altogether as fine and as useful a Newfoundland dog as I have ever seen in this country. Now, Mr. KNICKERBOCKER, for the moral. It is this: Every dog that takes fits is not mad: if he is properly secured let him not be destroyed: he will probably recover and never have another attack. This is in the case of a good dog: if it should be a worthless, annoying cur, kill him quick while you have a good excuse.

'Yours ever,

PIILO-CARLO.'

Dogs! bark your thanks. 'OUR short summer,' writes 'C. D. S.,' a favorite Canadian correspondent of the KNICKERBOCKER, 'is just winding up with the transient glories of a Quebec October;' which 'glories' he proceeds to depict in the subjoined beautiful lines. If our friend could look at this moment from our little 'Cedar-Hill Cottage' upon the deep-blue Tappaän-Zee, reflecting serenest skies, and upon the far-stretching inland landscape, and the surrounding Highlands, all bedight with such brilliant colors as no artist's pencil could reveal, surely he would rejoice in the sight:

affectation, we could not say; but while taking with a friend a hurried steak at a restaurant, as we were about departing for 'up-river,' we over-heard this colloquy from the 'precinct' of the bar. 'Some bee-ar, please.' A glass

was evidently drawn and passed to the speaker. 'Oh! ah! — is n't this your common bee-ar?-your small beer? I want a glä-ä-ä-ss of the ne-yew keind of bee-ar — the lä-ä-ger bee-ar, don't ye see?' As he went away without grumbling, it is to be inferred that he obtained a 'larger' glass of 'la'ger bee-ar,' the 'popular' German beverage, which cheers but not inebriates' those who desiderate it. ISN'T it curious how thoughts will associate and connect' in one's brain? Looking just now over the beautiful specimens of letters, of all varieties, contained in Mr. McLEES' new work-a perfect vade-mecum for all letterers, whether bank-note engravers, sign-painters, or type-founders we were taken back to Cincinnati. For, with the sight of these graceful specimens came at once to mind the delightful trip which, with our travelling-companions, we took with Superintendent BRADLEY, of the Miami Rail-Road, to Columbus: a pleasant season, not to be forgotten. Also in the morning, at wide-spread, level Columbus, how we looked from the windows of our excellent hotel, fronting the capitol, (of marble, and imposing in dimensions, but dome too peaky, and windows much too small,) and saw a huge structure afar off, surrounded by a vast wall, and puffing forth steam and smoke along and over its sides. That was the Ohio States Prison. We had expressed a wish to visit it. BRADLEY, with no farther hint-it is 'his way' - had a carriage at the door for us, and together we went. What a prison! A vast open court is inside, where stalk tame deer, and peacocks flaunt their gay plumage in the sun. But what of Letters?' asks some impatient reader. Why, this in going through the work-shops, we saw wood-letters, made by steam-moved machinery, in all varieties. It was a beautiful sight - so simply and rapidly was the whole thing performed. And the very prisoner who made the letters we thought might, should he chance to escape, be recalled to his labors, by impressions from the very types which he was making for the extensive contractors, Messrs. W. F. and S. D. DAY, who likewise furnish, for all the great Mississippi Valley, and the 'far, far West,' borders, presses, and all kinds of printing materials. WE like, once in a while, a little goodnatured satirical burlesque; and here is a capital specimen of the same, from the 'Evening Post.' It hits off a certain ambitious 'E. M.,' who is often before the public upon the great topic of The Weather.' After it has been uninterruptedly hot for a couple of weeks, he lets us know that we have had a 'heated term,' and when it is cold, he will tell to a day when it ceased to be hot, and began to be cold! He 'predicts events also that happen all over the world, the very day he hears of them; while his mysterious 'WIRES! 'connect with all creation :

"THE present cold snap commenced at 2.35 P. M. on the afternoon of Sunday, the 25th instant. Should it continue until 2.35 P. M. of next Sunday evening, it will have passed through seven vertical sections of fourteen great circles, and the fraction of another, (the chord of the arc being always equal to the hypothenuse of the radius.) From records which I have kept at intervals of two hours with entire regularity, ever since a little before the date of BRADDOCK's defeat, (using for that purpose two self-registering thermometers, a second-hand spirit-level, and some smoked glass,) it appears that this cold period has been accompanied by librations on the wires, which in their remarkable intensity have rarely been surpassed. In about three years and six months from the present time, earthquakes of moderate or average severity may reasonably be expected

to be heard of as having occurred within a few days past in the extreme southern circumpolar regions.

From the same cause, or one nearly connected with it, doubtless arises the interesting increase in the number of still-born children and slunk kittens during the late meteorolgical cycle.

With regard to the method by which my observations are taken, it is proper to observe that the positive extremity of my chief magnetic wire rests on the bottom of the rain-water cistern in my back-yard, while the negative extremity is connected with the earth through a hole in a one-story wooden building on the rear of my lot.

'It may be interesting to remark, that the first blue-jay which I observed in the year 1937, was as early as the 12th of April, 1838. The common poke generally appears earlier, and is partial to the poke-berry, while quails (which the children of Israel desired when in the wilderness) prefer buck-wheat.

It is wonderful to reflect that common soap is made of fat (an animal product) and ley or lie. They combine in various proportions, and become electro-positive during the process. Its manufacture is elevating, ennobling, and instructive; the result is emollient and detergent; and in its application to members of the community, often most beneficial.'

OUR friend 'II. P. L.' will pardon the necessity which compelled us to lay over until now his clever sketch of The Malcontent.' It has lost nothing, however, by the delay:

AH, ça! JIMBY, veux tu te tenir mieux que ça, t'as l'air d'un serin. mènerai plus en société si tu n'as pas de chic.

Je ne te

CORALIE DU QUARTIER BREDA.'

"HAVE you been sick, my cheerful friend?' said I to JIMBY, as I grasped that talented character by the hand and gazed upon his shaven head.

"Yes, sick at heart, proceeding from the head,' he replied. 'It's all owing to those old Zouaves: why did they ever leave Algiers to the tune of Partant pour la Syrie, and get lithographed?'

Drawn before quartered?'

"Bosh!' said JIMBY: 'come round to my rooms, and over a bottle of claret and 'Queen of the Antilles' segars, I'll tell you a tale should be told by the gas-light alone.'

JIMBY,

'The claret was up to the mark; as for the segars- have you ever smoked them?-words stagger round when they try to describe that brand. snugly settled in an arm-chair, thus gave voice:

''I went into old FRISEUR'S one night—very warm night. You know old FRISEUR? Capital hair-cutter. No body in his rooms. Don't like crowded rooms; do you? Took off my coat and cravat-how do you like this cravat I've got on?-hung them up, and just then saw an engraving· new one; old FRISEUR just got it. Zouave defending the body of a vivandiere; elegant engraving, full of -smoke in the back-ground; terrible-splendid pair of moustachios, as long as my arm; big breeches, determination, energy, soul! and very little hair on his head. How do you like these segars? pretty good, eh? Says I, 'FRISEUR, how would I look with hair cut like that?''

fire

It is more baycooming to gennelmen of more broadair four-heads. Cut zat a way we have a costume in Pâris to name it MALCONTENT, saving zat in zis mode it is more brushéd upper on the four-head. If I shall name a mode, I wood rackermend Louis Cat-horse, leetle as you ware it now; or even Virgile soots wal on you phiz; or mon Dieu! Napoleon ze Grate, wizz a shentle locks a hanging this a vay; and here he pulled a rat-tail down over the middle of his forehead, and looked like a three-cent plaster-cast of the 'LITTLE CORPORAL.'

''Cut ahead, FRISEUR!' said I. 'Go it on the 'MALCONTENT;' that means discontented in French; don't it? Go on: I'll look like any thing to be like that

Zouave in the picture, big breeches, glory, smoke;' and here FRISEUR'S scissors commenced a lively tune on my cranium. Lock after lock-elegant curly hair I used to have, you know-fell on the floor.

Got any contract to furnish hair to mortar-men building houses?' said I. ''Not at praysent,' answered old FRIZZER.

To cut the matter short, in twenty minutes he had done the same with my hair, only a little more so. I won't say I looked like a shaved pig, that's low, but I felt like one, that 's lower. Had n'ta hair on my head a quarter of an inch long; felt glad DAMOCLES' sword did n't hang over me tied up by one of them. Hat came down over my nose. Went home, took a bath, went to my chamber, picked up both hair-brushes-had no use for them! Looked in the glass, had to call the waiter - yes, called the waiter to get some ice-water, and took a drink of brandy; very nice thing for the nerves. Hair stood up on my head like circus-boys. Swore! - swore the handles off my bureau. No help for it; warm night; hate warm nights; don't you? Had to dress - evening dress, you know—and called on ladies - strangers. Had just arrived in city. Had n't seen them for a year before. Sent in cards- went in; people looked at me half-civilizedly; spoke to SUGAR ESTATE, had forgotten me; spoke about rides, drives, dances, recalled scenes and so forth.

''Can it be possible,' said she, 'that you are the same Mr. JIMBY'-throwing a look at my shaved head-'we had the pleasure-but you have been ill since we last met?'

I am convalescent,' I answered. 'Twould not do, with my round head; I might have rowed my heart out against such a tide of cavalier prejudice. I had won her by capillary attraction and lost her for want of it. Some body else is cultivating that SUGAR ESTATE. This horrid appearance of my head worries me. I've become absent-minded.

Wits have gone wool gathering?'

Yes, met with no success; life is a blank, I'm sorrowful: in the hey-day of youth have no sun-light of mirth to make it with. My woes are too numerous to mention, for particulars see small bills. And then I've been called impolite, because, in order to hide my diminished head, in several places I've worn my hat where I ought to have taken it off. No matter, my hair 'll grow, my strength will return, and

The MORAL of all which is?'

''Have n't got any morals,' interrupted JIMBY: 'people now-a-days never have any to their tales. Take another segar and my advice: If you are mal-content, don't have your hair cut that way, unless it becomes you.'

H. P. L'

We are not 'malcontent' with this. - - OUR old confrère and correspondent, RICHARD HAYWARDE,' paid us literally a 'flying visit' the other day, accompanied by a brace of friends of like genial kidney. In their little private yacht they came: and in three-quarters of an hour after leaving 'LocustCottage,' opposite the most teöwering part of the Pallisados, they had entered and glided over the Tappaän-Zee, and arrived at Cedar-Hill Cottage,' overlooking the same in its whole breadth and extent, and fully commanding, on the other hand, all of 'the vast inland stretched beyond the sight' that could be commanded by any body. Well: there was 'a good time.' After dinner, when we were enjoying our patès de pomme et pompion, with old cheese of