rank poisons _wines!!!_ For summer's <last roses> lie hid in the <wines> stable-boys smoking long-nines. That were garnered by <maidens who laughed through the vines.> scowl howl scoff sneer Then a <smile>, and a <glass>, and a <toast>, and a <cheer>, strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer! For <all the good-wine, and we've some of it here> In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall, Down, down, with the tyrant that masters us all! <Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all!> The company said I had been shabbily treated, and advised me to charge the committee double,--which I did. But as I never got my pay, I don't know that it made much difference. I am a very particular person about having all I write printed as I write it, I require to see a proof, a revise, a re-revise, and a double re-revise, or fourth-proof rectified impression of all my productions, especially verse. Manuscripts are such puzzles! Why, I was reading some lines near the end of the last number of this journal, when I came across one beginning "The _stream_ flashes by,"-- Now as no stream had been mentioned, I was perplexed to know what it meant. It proved, on inquiry, to be only a misprint for "dream." Think of it! No wonder so many poets die young. I have nothing more to report at this time, except two pieces of advice I gave to the young women at table. One relates to a vulgarism of language, which I grieve to say is sometimes heard even from female lips. The other is of more serious purport, and applies to such as contemplate a change of condition,--matrimony, in fact. --The woman who "calc'lates" is lost. --Put not your trust in money, but put your money in trust. THOMAS CARLYLE.