He takes--_a drink_, Smackin his lips, and “_bressing God_,” In menny a looped and squirming Knott he hangs the hook about, With fresh and tempting worms. One step nearer--still one more-- Then waving in the air aloft The flexile line, and light, With hand unerring, the pole Obedient drops the struggling Worm just in the current’s mouth, Whare the water fust begins its race. Oh! art exquisitt! Oh! bliss extatic!-- (None but the Ishmahels hav lernt This art, or this bliss felt.) Down the brook’s swift thrut swims The giddy worm, a fatal journey, For darting, az a streak ov silvry light From sentinal place, the Spekled gourmand burys in hiz maw The barbed deceit. Now who kan tell, with words enuff, The thrill that follows? I kant! But stranger look! upon the grassy Bank, dancing in deth, and see a Two pound trout, game and butiful To the last. All day, shaddo like, Old Ishmahel Steals up and down the stream, And when the sun hiz daily rase Haz well ni run, With basket full, and bottle empty, Dark Old Ishmahel, prowder Than a king, goes whissling back The way he cum. THE DANDY AND THE THIMBLE-RIGGER. After natur had finished the fust man and the fust woman, she had a little material left at the bottom ov her cups, and not willing tew waste ennything, she mixt the two remnants together, more for a frolick than ennything else, just to see what the compound would produce. Throwing the mixture onto the dieing coals, in a few minnitts a half-baked, comikal creature lay smirking, and mincing, before her. This iz the way that the fust dandy waz made, and, with a boquet in one hand and a looking-glass in the other, Dame Nature turned him loose into the world, to root. The construckshun ov this creature of remnants iz peculiar. A dissection ov a dandy, in the thirteenth century, revealed the fakt that hiz heart resembled a pin cushion, having no cells, the interior ov it being filled with cotton batting and sawdust, and stuck awl over the outside with rosettes, and dead butterflys, with pins through them. Hiz head waz divided into innumerable little stalls, in each ov which waz deposited, in solution, a very small quantity ov brains, which ackted independent ov each other. One stall waz devoted to kid gloves az a science, another to tight boots, and a third to colone water. All hiz thoughts and affeckshuns are divided between the fit ov hiz clothes and the admirashun ov them. Hiz ideas never grasp ennything stronger than Phalon’s last sensashun in perfumery; his whole emotional natur finds its nourishment and counterpart in a plate ov the last Paris fashions, hung up in a taylor’s window. The genuine dandy--one who knows hiz bizzness--never falls in love with ennything but hiz looking-glass; hiz strongest pashun iz admirashun; he kant reach the dignity ov love.