To a Mr. Service this letter I write, And I’ll start across the plains to night; For the over-land mail is now running through Down the South Platte, and across the Big Blue, The Sioux, and the Cheyennes, have failed in their plan To stop the mail of Old Uncle Sam, And over the plains, I now can go straight, To the Old Quaker City, and the Keystone State. Across the river quickly send me, In doing so do not rend me, Take me to Gussie Wurderman, Carry me quick and do it well, Or Corney Walborn will catch——_rats!_ To Sxl2 Thes. Johnes Haile Alley towne. Des. Unetede Stateese. Pencil. _Deth, in hast._ We doubt if this letter ever reached its destination. It is somewhere along the Jersey shore Thirty miles belong long branch and more, For if this should fail to set you right Its about 28 miles above Barnegets light. To Miss ——————————————x. To Jno. Tripler Ridge avenue Deap Pot. Sleep Eaves Phila To John Jones, a laboring man This letter must go if e’er so lucky He shoes can make, and leather tan In Lexington town, in old Kentucky. If the Postmaster knows an alley In the city, called—Vandally No 10—this letter, may by chance Reach the sight of Mary Hance. To Patric Gonegan Pisin road, South Work Knavee yarde, or theire somware filedelphirea John Shmeet Shermummerbauner Roth began Wester And Jamphen St. A literal translation, after much study of the dead languages, the following was the result:— John Smith Germantown Road Between Master & Thompson Ns Duniel lesunt Yost nrpfflen pliladelpha Pa in Ceuse ob obed Eas make All Greek to the clerks. Gasnot Hill Hoss Spittall, for Mrs. C. Gellengham. For Dan, that was In Smith’s Store. No other direction. In care of mister John Dick filladelfy King’s Sessions, mericai The “New York Tribune” gives the following amusing addresses, in rhyme and otherwise, that have passed through the post-office in that city:— To be forwarded to Margaret Flynn and from you Margaret to your brother Jack and Sister Honora Sister Ellen and Michael In care of Mr. Wm. H. Baldwin E. S. K, America. Another:— To John Barry, if living, but if not, to his wife, or some of the children if living, and if not to some respectable neighbor. Speed on little missive to Marble Head, And find old Joe Sweet either living or dead, If he’s living of course he’ll read this letter But if he’s dead why all the better. MASS.