'Now, mother, sing the tune You sang last night; I'm weary, and must sleep: _Who was it called my name?_ Nay, do not weep-- You'll all come soon!' Morning spreads over earth her rosy wings, And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale, Lay on his couch asleep. The morning air Came through the open window, freighted with The fragrant odors of the lovely spring. He breathed it not. The laugh of passer-by Jarred like a discord in some mournful note, But worried not his slumber. He was dead! A FEW THOUGHTS ON PHRENOLOGY. IN TWO PARTS.--PART ONE. 'Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.' --'JULIUS CÆSAR.' WHATEVER conflicts with the opinions or prejudices of mankind, must commend itself to public favor by something more than its simple truth, or according to the world's estimate of its danger or folly, persecution or ridicule will ever wait upon its progress to general belief. The phrenologist has not been compelled to ascend the scaffold, nor has he been tortured with 'a slow fire of green wood,' for his heretical opinions; and for this mercy, he is indebted to the enlightenment of the age in which he first proclaimed his discoveries: but he has been preserved, in order to be 'roasted' by the burning satire of his contemporaries, and to be 'served up' for the gratification of those epicures in wit, who, with the aid of a good tailor, can do more for the cause of truth by a look and a laugh, than a Gall or a Spurzheim, by the labors of a life. To these laughing philosophers, your phrenologist is a very eccentric man indeed--very; to their humble apprehensions, his science appears quite stupid--quite; and all he converses about, appears to them to be nothing more nor less than 'bumpology,' positively. Moreover, they have heard some amusing anecdotes upon the subject. A travelling disciple of this wonderful science, who wrote out characters for eighteen pence per head, once departed from the scene of his labors without paying his bill, and his landlord was represented as so far becoming a convert to his guest's theory, as to believe in the organ of '_unpayativeness_!' These philosophers ill conceal their mirth at the frequent occurrence of mistakes made by those gentlemen termed practical phrenologists, and have been known to violate every rule for the suppression of ungentlemanly laughter, when the fact has been related, that a manipulator of heads, supposing himself (being blindfolded,) to be in a prison, pronounced the wealthy mayor of a city to be a thief; a retired butcher to be a murderer; and a minister of the gospel to have been convicted of rape!