Socially, Stewart A. Godman enjoys an unusual degree of personal popularity, and is respected and esteemed by all who know him; in his deportment he is affable and polite to all; in conversation fluent, though unstudied. With a mind stocked with a vast fund of anecdote, and a vivid imagination to point the varied scenes through which he has passed, he is always listened to with interest, while at the same time he imparts knowledge to his friends, who esteem it a privilege to cluster around him in his moments of leisure. * * * * * FANNY. BY A NEW CONTRIBUTOR. Through the broad rolling prairie I’ll merrily ride, Though father may frown, and though mother may chide; To the green leafy island, the largest of three, That sleep in the midst of that silent green sea— For there my dear Fanny, my gentle young Fanny, My own darling Fanny is waiting for me. Ho! Selim—push on! The green isle’s still afar, And morning’s pale light dims the morning’s large star; Before the sun rises she’ll watch there for me, Her eyes like twin planets that gaze on the sea. My young, black-eyed Fanny, my winsome, sweet Fanny, My own darling Fanny, that waiteth for me. Come, Selim! come, sluggard! speed swifter than this, There are ripe, rosy lips that I’m dying to kiss; And a dear little bosom will bound with delight, When the star on thy forehead first glitters in sight. My glad little Fanny! my arch, merry Fanny, My graceful, fair Fanny, no star is so bright. Then her soft, snowy arms round me fondly will twine, And her warm, dewy lips will be pressed close to mine; And her full, rosy bosom with rapture will beat, When again, and no more to be parted, we meet. My lovely young Fanny, my own darling Fanny, My dear, modest Fanny, no flower is so sweet. So father may grumble, and mother may cry, And sister may scold—I know very well why; ’Tis that beauty and virtue are all Fanny’s store, That while we are rich, she, alas! is quite poor. My winsome young Fanny, my true, faithful Fanny, My own darling Fanny, I’ll love you the more. Ho! Selim! fleet Selim! bound fast o’er the plain, The morning advances, the stars swiftly wane; I see in the distance the green leafy isle, Between us and it stretches many a mile, Where my fond, faithful Fanny, my own darling Fanny, Shall welcome us both with a tear and a smile. * * * * * THE PHYSIOLOGY OF DANDYISM. BY THOMPSON WESTCOTT. WHAT DANDIES DO. [Illustration]