Finding that the shoe-black was the owner of the dog, he taxed him with the artifice; and, after a little hesitation, he confessed that he had taught the dog the trick, in order to procure customers for himself. The officer being much struck with the dog’s sagacity, purchased him at a high price, and took him to England. He kept him tied up in London some time, and then released him. He remained with him a day or two, and then made his escape. A fortnight afterwards, he was found with his former master, pursuing his old trade on the bridge in Paris. ―――― ADVERTISEMENT EXTRA.――The following _morceau_ was copied from the original notice on board the steamboat William Caldwell, which plies on Lake George. The placard hung directly over the “bocks” containing the “snaick.” _A Rattel Snaick too bee Shode._――Thee history off this snaick is as follors, hee was ketcht on tunn mounting buy a poore man with a large fammely being sicks yer ould and very wenumous he is now in a bocks and cant hirt no boddy which is much better than too bee runnin wilde cause hee don’t want to eat nothun. Admittance is sickpents for them what pleese to pay it, and thrippents for them what dont, a libberall reduckshon for fammeliees for more particklelars pleese to cawl on OLD DICK. T. N. Take notiss it was the poor man and not the snaick that had a large fammeley. ―――― PAT-RIOTISM.――W. E. Robinson, Esq., in a speech recently delivered in Baltimore, said that even the ridicule cast upon Irishmen was sometimes the highest praise. Thus, the nickname of _Pat_ was a word of the very best signification. No word beginning with _Pat_, in the English language, had a bad meaning. _Pat_ent is applied to something valuable; _Pat_ernal means fatherly or kind; _Pat_riarch, the father or head of the family; _Pat_rician, a nobleman; _Pat_riot, a lover of his country; _Pat_rol, one who guards the garrison; _Pat_ron, a protector and guardian; _Pat_tern, a thing to be copied. ―――― To our Readers. We regret that we are obliged to omit, this week, the continuation of Bill Keeler’s story of the Lottery Ticket, as well as some other articles intended for this number. We must also defer till another number several interesting letters from our correspondents. [Music:] The Snow-Flakes. WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM. “Gently, gently falls the snow, Lightly, lightly, soft and slow; Pretty crystals, tell me why, Leave thy home in yonder sky? “All above is pure and true, Pretty snow-flakes――just like you. Then why in heaven take thy birth, Yet seek a home on this dark earth?” Thus I spoke, and seem’d to hear A gentle spirit whisper near―― “Though from heaven the snow-flakes fall, And mix with earth――the fate of all――