Are Greenbacks a lawful tender? If yu dont believe it tri one on me, espeshila one ov the heavy ones. Dont never parade yure good luck, nor yure bad luck before men, the first will make them think less ov _yu_, and the second will make them think more of _themselves_. Thare are a grate multitude ov individuals who are like blind mules, anxious enough to kick, but kant tell whare. I hav herd a grate deal ced about "_broken hartes_," and thare may be a fu ov them, but mi experiense is that nex tew the gizzard, the harte is the tuffest peace ov meat in the whole critter. LX. JOSH GITS ORFULLY BIT. I du consider musketers, The moste pesky, ov all God's creeters. I hav finally ketched it. I hav bin like a lam led sudden tu the slauter and had mi blood sucked out ov me, az though it waz only sweet sider, and belonged tu sumbody else. I am a man ov peace, but low, and behold! there aint a peace in me now, but what iz bit, punkterd, and tore. When muskeeters whisper in yure ear, The devils angels are hovring near. I retired laste nite tu rest, at the usual time; on the north side ov me, and about 2 feet adjacent, waz the side ov the hous, on the south side ov me, and about 2 feet adjacent la mi wife. I dropt tu sleep, az a snoflake dus on the buzzum ov a silvery Lake, (i have a faint idee that this laste sentense, for lovlaness, kant be beat, handy.) I dreamed a good-sized, hot dream. It felt like the breth ov a kanada Thissell, A round mi hed, a triing tu Whissell Suddenly i awoke. The room waz full ov yels, and skreams. responsiv I dashed wildly akross the room, ackompanied by mi shirt tale. i lit a lite. I harked, one ov mi moste reliable harks. Awl waz still; still az a crows nest, in the ded ov winter. I gazed a gaze, az tho i waz triing tu thread the rong end ov a kambrik needle. Awa in the distance, solitara, and alone, clus up tu the ceiling, chawing hiz cud, sot a little grey cuss. I dipped a koars towel into a basen ov water, and rung it out, i krept up under the little grey cuss, i tuk aim, and fired, And hit the spot, Whare the little grey cuss had sot. Awl waz still again. I onlighted the kandle, and saught mi kouch. LXI. THINGS THAT SUIT ME. I like an aimabel man, (not one who will let yu spit on him,) but one who don't want tew spit on enny boddy else. I like a stirring man, (not one who stirs up musses,) but one who haz got sumthing tew dew and duz it. I like a good looking man, (not a pretty man), but one who looks well--into things, one whom yu can't phule with a mare's nest, unless he sees the old mare on it. I like a gritty man, (not a dirty one), but one that pitches in like a frog oph from a saw log, no matter how deep the water iz. I like a fass hoss, (one that goes fass bekauze he luvs tew), sich a critter iz half human; he never ought to be hitched tew a plough, he ought tew be took out ov hiz stable az a wild pigeon had out of hiz cage, and let him--go.