We count mankind and keep our census still, We count the stars that populate the night; But who, with all his computation, can Con catty nations right? In all the lands, in zones of all degrees, No spot im-puss-able is known to be; And sure, the ocean can't ignore the Cat, Whose capital is C. Despise her not; for Nature, in the work Of making her, remembered human laws, And gave to Puss strange gifts of human sort; Before she made her paws: First, Puss is like a soldier, if you please; Or, like a soldier's officer, in truth; For every night brings ample proof she is A fencer from her youth. A model cosmopolitan is she, Indifferent to change of place or time; And, like the hardy sailor of the seas, Inured to every climb. Then, like a poet of the noble sort, Who spurns the ways of ordinary crews, She courts the upper-storied attic salt, And hath her private mews. In mathematics she eclipses quite Our best professors of the science hard, When, by her quadrupedal mode, she shows Her four feet in a yard. To try the martial simile once more: She apes the military drummer-man, When, at appropriate hours of day and night, She makes her ratty plan. She is a lawyer to the hapless rat, Who strives in vain to fly her fee-line paws, Evading once, but to be caught again In her redeeming claws. Then turn not from poor Pussy in disdain, Whose pride of ancestry may equal thine; For is she not a blood-descendant of The ancient Catty line? Speaking of strategy, my boy, you will remember that Company 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel Brigade, started for an advance on Richmond last week, and were within ten miles of that city. Subsequently they made another forced march of five miles, leaving only fifteen miles to go; and on Tuesday, a messenger came in from them to Captain Villiam Brown, with the intelligence that the advance was already within twenty-five miles of the rebel head-quarters. "Ha!" says Villiam, "the Confederacy is doomed; but I must curb the advancing impetuosity of these devoted beings, or they'll be in Canada in a week. I think," says Villiam, calculatingly, "that a retreat would bring us to the summer residence of the Southern Confederacy in less time." Here another messenger came in from the Richmond storming party, and, says he: "The advance on Richmond has failed in consequence of the shoes furnished by the United States of America." "Ah!" says Villiam, hastily setting down a goblet.