'ANON the poor mechanic comes staggering by; Bearing aloft upon his shoulders a huge pile of wood. Which, mindful of his good spouse wants, throughout the day He has with care and patience culled from out The refuse wood which has been thrown aside as useless: With weary and unsteady gait he creeps along. Anxious too to gaze upon his wife, and rest his weary limbs. By high command, by the sweat of his brow Has he won his bread; and if perfect else, has done his duty. And acted the good part, as well as he Who bears upon his shoulders the weight of empires; And legislates for his fellow man; alas! too often Ignorant of his wants, too often careless and uncaring. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Then come the various men of business, exhibiting at once The lowly, the wretched, the rich man, the proud and haughty, And all the different degrees of life that mark the creature man. All hastening, each intent upon his calling, Some to follow Pleasure's giddy path, and to tread The ways of folly, reckless, and unmindful of the duty Which they owe unto their MAKER, and their fellow man.' Now the _feeling_, the moral, of this, is quite creditable to the writer's heart; but the _poetry_! 'beg you wouldn't mention it!' * * * THANKS to Hon. Chief Justice GIBSON of Pennsylvania, and his brother of the bench, Mr. Justice ROGERS, for the honor they have done to the memory of that glorious comedian, 'OLD JEFFERSON!' We cannot quote the inscription upon his new monument, without rendering our own feeble tribute to his genius. The best idea that we have ever seen given of his style is by a writer in the '_Spirit of the Times_,' who remarks that 'he was in broad English comedy what POWER was in his Irish parts.' This is exactly the comparison. Who that has once seen JEFFERSON'S _Dogberry_, can ever forget it? _What_ a look he had for the 'malefactors,' when he left 'the bench' to 'examination those plaintiffs' more nearly!--with his white hair, his long nose, and that incomparable eye-brow of his, retreating up his forehead! Why, we are guffawing this moment at the very _recollection_ of the picture! He used to have a part also in a play called '_Who's the Dupe?_' if we remember rightly, which was irresistibly comic. A learned student, in love with his daughter, is pitted against a dashing but uneducated young blood, in a recitation in different languages; in which the composite lingo of the latter, in the eyes of the old gentleman, bears away the palm altogether. The old ignoramus's enthusiasm, as the 'words of learned length and thundering sound' come pouring forth, was only eclipsed in humor by the gratification of his antiquarian propensities, in the possession of an old rusty hand-saw, a pair of skeleton tongs, and a rickety gridiron, which he bears triumphantly upon the stage, all having their 'precious past,' and the latter especially venerable for