WILLIAM MACRAE is the only person authorised to collect subscriptions for the “_Alligator_.” And here is his likeness, that when he calls to solicit subscribers, all may know him by a comparison of this accurate engraving with his living face. My Office is at No. 114 Nassau street, second story, front room, where advance subscriptions will also be most gratefully received. STEPHEN H. BRANCH. [Illustration: William Macrae] ---------------------------------------------------------------- The tomb of Franklin—if a palm flag-stone with the earth can be so called—is concealed from the public view by a venerable brick wall at the corner of Fifth and Mulberry streets, Philadelphia. The remains of the lightning philosopher are deposited there in the old burial ground belonging to Christ Church. An appropriate monument has been accidentally reared above them, in the shape of a telegraphic post, and the lightning is at constant play over, if not under the eye of the man who first chained it to the earth. Stephen and his Adult Pupil. THE FIRST LESSON. _Stephen._—What do you first wish to learn? _Pupil._—I desire first to review my figures. _S._—How far have you cyphered? _P._—I went through the book several times, when I was a boy. _S._—Whose Arithmetic did you study? _P._—Mr. Dollbay’s. _S._—Daboll’s, I suppose, you mean. _P._—Ah, yes, it was Daboll’s; and I remember him very well. He was a fine man, and understood figures very well. _S._—Then you went through his book several times? _P._—O yes, I can take my oath of that. _S._—How much is twice nothing? _P._—That is two, of course. _S._—How much is nothing times two? _P._—That is two. _S._—How much is one-half times one? _P._—One. _S._—How much is four and a-half times four and a-half? _P._ (scratching his head)—That must be about thirteen. _S._—How much is three-quarters times five-eights? _P._—I never saw that in Daboll, and to be candid, Mr. Branch, I have long been accustomed to rush of blood to the head, and I had a slight rush just now, and I guess I won’t go any farther in figures to-day; but I would like to renew my Grammar studies. _S._—Very well: whose Grammar did you study in boyhood? _P._—Mr. Murphy’s. _S._—I presume you mean Lindley Murray’s? _P._—Ah, yes, it was Murray’s, and he once dined at my father’s. _S._—As it is absolutely essential to understand spelling, before Grammar, I will first examine you in a few words, before we embark in Grammar. Can you spell well, sir? _P._—Yes; and I hope you don’t mean to insult me with such a question. _S._—Certainly not. Spell Grammar? _P._—Gramer. _S._—No. _P._—Gramar. _S._—No. _P._—How do yau spell it, then? _S._—Grammar. _P._—That’s the way I spelt it. _S._—No, sir. _P._—If I didd’t, I intended to. _S._—That may be. Spell sloop? _P._—Slupe. _S._—No.