Many of the United States papers give with every death they announce the name of the physician who attended the defunct. The following specimen, from a New Orleans journal, will show the business-like manner in which the matter is gone about:--"Died, at his house in Cotton Street, Jonathan Smith, storekeeper. He was a well-doing citizen, and deservedly respected. His wife carries on the store. Gregson physician." The name of the doctor renders the affair complete. PROFIT AND LOSS.--582. The keeper of a groggery in New York happened one day to break one of his tumblers. He stood for a moment looking at the fragments, reflecting on his loss; and then turning to his assistant, he cried out, "Tom, put a quart of water into that old Cognac." THE "NAYGERS."--583. When the question of the enlistment of the negroes in the Northern army was first mooted, the following song made its appearance, and became very popular. It is supposed to be written by one Miles O'Reilly, a private soldier in the Army of the Potomac. Miles is altogether an imaginary personage, and is represented by his clever inventors as the typical Hibernian soldier of the war. The song is sung to the Irish air of the "Low-backed Car":-- "Some tell us 'tis a burning shame To make the naygers fight, And that the thrade of being kilt Belongs but to the white; But as for me, upon my sowl-- So liberal are we here-- I'll let Sambo be murther'd instead of myself On every day in the year. On every day in the year, boys, And in every hour of the day, The right to be killt I'll divide wid him, And divil a word I'll say. "In battle's wild commotion I shouldn't at all object If Sambo's body should stop a ball That was coming for me direct. And the prod of a Southern bagnet-- So generous are we here-- I'll resign, and let Sambo take it On every day in the year. So hear me, all boys, darlins, Don't think I'm tippin' you chaff, The right to be killt we'll divide wid him, And give him the largest half." PICKLED ELEPHANT.--584.