Fancy pictures of familiar places which one has never been in, as the green-room of a theatre, &c. * * * * * The famous characters of history,--to imagine their spirits now extant on earth, in the guise of various public or private personages. * * * * * The case quoted in Combe's Physiology of a young man of great talents and profound knowledge of chemistry, who had in view some new discovery of importance. In order to put his mind into the highest possible activity, he shut himself up for several successive days, and used various methods of excitement. He had a singing-girl, he drank spirits, smelled penetrating odors, sprinkled Cologne-water round the room, &c., &c. Eight days thus passed, when he was seized with a fit of frenzy which terminated in mania. * * * * * Flesh and Blood,--a firm of butchers. * * * * * Miss Polly Syllable, a schoolmistress. * * * * * Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them. * * * * * A spendthrift,--in one sense he has his money's worth by the purchase of large lots of repentance and other dolorous commodities. THE MOUNTAIN. Two thousand feet in air it stands Betwixt the bright and shaded lands, Above the regions it divides And borders with its furrowed sides. The seaward valley laughs with light Till the round sun o'erhangs this height; But then the shadow of the crest No more the plains that lengthen west Enshrouds, yet slowly, surely creeps Eastward, until the coolness steeps A darkling league of tilth and wold, And chills the flocks that seek their fold. Not like those ancient summits lone, Mont Blanc, on his eternal throne,-- The city-gemmed Peruvian peak,-- The sunset portals landsmen seek, Whose train, to reach the Golden Land, Crawls slow and pathless through the sand,-- Or that, whose ice-lit beacon guides The mariner on tropic tides, And flames across the Gulf afar, A torch by day, by night a star,-- Not thus, to cleave the outer skies, Does my serener mountain rise, Nor aye forget its gentle birth Upon the dewy, pastoral earth. But ever, in the noonday light, Are scenes whereof I love the sight,-- Broad pictures of the lower world Beneath my gladdened eyes unfurled. Irradiate distances reveal Fair nature wed to human weal; The rolling valley made a plain; Its checkered squares of grass and grain; The silvery rye, the golden wheat, The flowery elders where they meet,-- Ay, even the springing corn I see, And garden haunts of bird and bee; And where, in daisied meadows, shines The wandering river through its vines, Move specks at random, which I know Are herds a-grazing to and fro.