Godey will find it impossible to get the Mote out of his own eye, when he contrasts “Sweet Sixteen” in this number with his Americanized Fashion plates, Our own have a beam of pleasure in them, as we gaze upon its surpassing loveliness. The original _must be_ a beauty. We have never seen her—indeed, should never have had this copy, were it not for _a_ heart in the business, loading us to brave all dangers to conquer. * * * * * Robert Morris, of the Inquirer, is a friend that never wavers, but in sunshine or in storm, his benignant countenance and cheering words are never wanting Morris must have a rich treasury in the memory of good deeds done—of kindly words spoken in dark hours to the sad and desolate—a wealth of remembrance of generous hours, worth all the gold of misers. * * * * * Acknowledged.—Godey had the most beautiful cover on his Magazine for January that we have ever seen. Having beaten him in our Paris Fashion, we submit and are penitent. We shall start a bank with Godey on the profits of our January numbers—notes to be kept at par for thirty days. There is no joke in this—it is as serious as Sartain’s fun. * * * * * Curious, Isn’t?—They intend, in Kentucky, to blacken the _noses_ of all convicts, so that if they escape, they may be detected. Pike, of the Flag, suggests that the operation be extended to all delinquent subscribers to periodicals and newspapers—he _knows_. Graham lays down and expounds the law as it _ought to be_ applied to those who _forget_ to pay up _once a year_. “Lives there a man with soul so dead Who _never_ to himself hath said,” _This_ is _the_ paper—and ’tis read— I’ll go and pay the printer. Then let his face be covered o’er, That he may _face it out_—no more, But, if he don’t pay up his score, Remain an _aquatint_—er. Graham wrote the above under the inspiration of the discovery that he has over $10,000 due on his books in little California lumps of $3—and is poorer than he was last year—which he resists, and don’t intend to stand. Graham had occasion last year to say, “take your country papers”—and good doctrine it is, too; he says, _now_ “GO AND PAY FOR THEM!—TIME’S UP!” [Illustration] Reader—this is a mournful picture—a sad evidence of the depravity of man. This fellow has read, and has allowed his family to read, his cousins and his neighbors, too, to ponder over, the lessons of wisdom imparted by “Graham,” and yet for a year, or two years, or more, has not paid. We are giving him _the Kentucky benediction_! But he has a chance yet, you see—he must pay up before the next number is out, or we shall make him as black as Sambo, and _tell you who he is_! * * * * *