and humility in a flood of gushing tears!' * * * '_The Warning_,' in its _spirit_ at least, is borrowed. We are sorry to intimate this, but it is a _fact_, friend 'P.' You could not say that you have not read the poem which commences as follows, (if we rightly remember,) 'could you, now?' Guess not: 'ALL in the wild March morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March morning I heard them call my soul!' * * * * * We gave on one occasion an extract from one of the 'Short Patent Sermons' of 'DOW, Jr.,' illustrating the endless extent of _for ever_. The same sublimity of conception is apparent in the subjoined glance at the magnitude of the planets, and the unsocial 'distance' they keep up between one another: 'If a person were sufficiently long-legged to step from star to star, and were to go at a decent dog-trot, he might as soon think of travelling from everlasting to everlasting and back again in a day, as to undertake to find an end to the planets which roll round their respective suns, as far beyond this insignificant solar system of ours as the farthest flight of imagination is beyond the jump of a ham-stringed grasshopper!' By the by, 'speaking of DOW,' here is a capital anecdote of the veritable LORENZO, which is worthy of record. 'It appears' that DOW, in one of his odd, quaint sermons, declared that he 'had known sinners so very wicked that they actually bu'st!' This statement threw an old, ignorant, and fat impenitent present into a state of alarm and perspiration; and home he waddled, in mortal terror. At night, in the horror of his anticipated explosion, he rolled about until he could no longer bear it. He fancied he was already swelling. He rose and attempted to dress himself, in order to go out 'al fresco.' Who can paint his consternation, when he found he could but just strain the garments over his limbs, and even then they would not meet! He was suffering a rapid sin-dropsy; his iniquities were coming to light! He screamed in the agony of his fear; and a lamp being brought in, he found that in his haste he had put on his brother's clothes. 'The impression, however, says our informant, a clergyman of the Church of England, 'was a salutary one, for he became a pious man.' * * * THE 'KNICKERBOCKER'-STEAMER, that floating palace of the Hudson, must not pass unnoticed by 'the editor hereof.' To _describe_ her, however, and her superb 'belongings,' her Dutch paintings and quaint adornments, is quite another thing. We have no space for an _essay_ in this department of MAGA. It shall suffice to say, therefore, that this truly magnificent vessel is in all respects worthy the honored _name_ she bears. Could we say more? Appropos of this: It was not until the first volume of the KNICKERBOCKER appeared, (this is our