But hark! a voice! a voice of squalling; Cotton is falling--falling--falling! Credit grows low, and faith is shaking, Banks won't discount, and firms are breaking; Dead lies the Eagle of New-Haven, And many honest folks are shaven; Stopped are the Lombard and the Derby, And many people suffering thereby. Cash has grown scarce, and none can know it Better than him the carrier's poet, Who having in the funds no money Looks on the moil as rather funny. He to whom scarce for ever cash is Little regards the daily smashes; But what of this? the radiant sun Will shine as he has always done, And round, and round him as of old, The earth her annual course will hold; Eyes will be bright, and hearts be gay, At ball, at opera, and play; As sweetly to the brilliant ring, The syren of the stage will sing; And the full burst of melody Will soar, as strong, as clear, as high, Though hearts are broke, and hopes have fled, And you have failed, and I go dead; And suns will set, and moons will vary, And men die, as is ordinary. '_The Clubs of New-York_' we recognize to be from the pen of a lady. She writes, however, of clubs as they exist in London, not in this metropolis, where they are few, and far less exacting of the time and affections of their members. We quite agree with our fair correspondent in her animadversions upon the devotion which they attract from the heads of families. Mrs. MALAPROP argues that married men ought to give up their clubs, 'because HERCULES gave up _his_ when he got spliced!' * * * A WORD to our friend 'H.' _at_ 'H----, on the Hudson:' We have long cherished the intention to avail ourselves of your kind offer; but we shall lay down no more pieces of stone in the infernal pavement. Cordial thanks, however, in any event. * * * 'LUCY' is a very good versificatrix, but she greatly lacks condensation. Try again; and 'take your _time_, Miss LUCY.' * * * 'NEANIAS,' of Danville, Kentucky, is again unsuccessful. ''T is true 't is pity, and pity 't is 't is true.' Let him not be discouraged, however. * * * PERHAPS our musical readers will relish a little intelligence 'from the other side,' touching their favorite science. We learn from that mad wag, PUNCH, that the society of Musical Antiquaries have traced the origin of Scottish Minstrelsy to Norway; so that it is possible the lays of BURNS are remotely connected with the Scandinavian SCALDS. We hear also of a remarkable concert given by an artist to whom a distinguished _maëstro_ had bequeathed his sheet-iron fiddle. 'He has all the rapidity and tone of his master, and equals every other great solo-player of the day, in never knowing when to 'leave off!' * * * 'THE beautiful sentence quoted in your last 'Gossip,'' writes a correspondent, ''That charity which Plenty gives to Poverty is human and earthly, but it becomes divine and heavenly when Poverty