I don't consider hogs a first-class crop; Give me my own free choice, sir, and I'd swap The best of 'em for strawberries or sheep-- But let me say again, you must plough deep; The trouble with our farmers is, that they Can't be induced to look beyond to-day; Let them get sub-soil ploughs and turn up sand And hang it, sir! let them manure their land. * * * * * SALVATION FOR EUROPE. Some hope that the great Powers of Europe may yet be saved from a fate similar to that of the Kilkenny Cats, is to be found in the fact that General BURNSIDE, favorably known in Rhode Island, is making arrangements for bringing about peace between France and Germany. It has already been said by journalists of mark, that, unless Providence interfered, and that soon, all Europe would shortly be deluged with the blood of her peoples. General BURNSIDE is the direct representative of Providence, and he has gone specially to Europe to interfere. He was born in Providence, (R.I.); he believes in Providence; his portrait is the special pride of Providence; and there is a "Providence that shapes his ends." Thus it will be seen that BURNSIDE is the very man for the situation. It may be asked, (there are cavillers who ask impertinent questions about everything,) what business BURNSIDE has to meddle with European affairs? Pshaw!--one might as well ask what business Colorado JEWETT has to meddle with everybody's affairs, or GEORGE FRANCIS TRAIN, or PAUL PRY, or WIKOFF. BURNSIDE against BISMARCK for diplomacy any time. Probably he aims at the throne of France for himself, and having Providence (R.I.,) to back him, he may sit on it yet. * * * * * What bad habit does a man contract when he falls into a way of praising everything and everybody? He takes to laud'n'm. * * * * * [Illustration: ORPHEUS GREELEY, CHARMING WITH THE STRAINS OF THE REPUBLICAN LYRE THE CERBERUS, (O'BRIEN, MORRISSEY, AND FOX,) ON GUARD AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE DREAD ABODE OF THE JOHN REAL DEMOCRACY.] * * * * * HIRAM GREEN AT THE BOSTON WOMAN'S CONVENTION. Old Time Agitators again on their Muscle.--Thanks to Henry Wilson.--Advice to Charles Sumner.--Left-Handers to Wendell Phillips. Oho! ye gods and little fishes, Beggars 'd ride, if hosses was wishes; Wimmen would have a millenium day, And all through the land the "deuce be to pay." The Masserchewsetts Woman's _Suffering_ Society pulled off their cote and vest and struck a beligerent attitood, at Bosting, a few days since. Yes, sir! I was there, and I still live to tell my tale. E-x-z-a-ckt-ly! As usual, on all such occasions, the women wore the bre-b-bifurcated garments, while the _softer_ sex shone transparently, in silk, satins, and black and bloo spots.