We love thee, Ann Maria Smith, And in thy condescension, We see a future full of joys Too numerous to mention. There's Cupid's arrow in thy glance, That by thy love's coercion Has reached our melting heart of hearts, And asked for one insertion. With joy we feel the blissful smart, And ere our passion ranges, We freely place thy love upon The list of our exchanges. There's music in thy lowest tone, And silver in thy laughter; And truth--but we will give the full Particulars hereafter. Oh! we could tell thee of our plans All obstacles to scatter; But we are full just now, and have A press of other matter. Then let us marry, Queen of Smiths, Without more hesitation; The very thought doth give our blood A larger circulation! When the editor noticed my presence, he scowled so that his spectacles dropped off. "Ha, my fine little fellow," says he, hastily; "I don't want to buy any poetry to-day." "Don't fret yourself, my venerable cherub," says I; "I don't deal in poetry at present. I just came here to tell you that if you don't stop writing treason, I'll suppress you in the name of the United States." "You're a mudsill mob," says he; "and I don't allow no violent mobs around this office. I am an American citizen, and I won't stand no mobs. What does the Constitution say about newspapers? Why, the Constitution don't say anything about them; so you've got no Constitutional authority for mobbing me." "Then take the Oath," says I. He looked at me for a moment, and then passed me a small black bottle. I held it up over my eyes for some time, to see if it was perfectly straight, and he remarked that if all Northerners took the Oath as freely as I did, they must be a water-proof conglomeration of patriots. I believe him, my boy! The Mackerel Brigade has established a cookery department for itself, and is using a stove recently patented by the colonel of Regiment 5. This stove is a miraculous invention, and has already made fortunes for six cooks and a scullion. You put a shilling's worth of wood into it, which first cooks your meat and then turns into two shilling's worth of charcoal; so you make a shilling every time you kindle a fire. Yesterday, a gentleman, brought up to the oyster-trade, and who has made several voyages on the Brooklyn ferry-boats, exhibited the model of a new gun-boat to the Secretary of the Navy. He said its great advantage was that it could easily be taken to pieces; and the Secretary was just going to order seventy-five for use in Central Park, when it leaked out that when once the gun-boat was taken to pieces there was no way of putting it together again. Only for this, my boy, we might have a gun-boat in every cistern. Yours, nautically, ORPHEUS C. KERR. LETTER XVI. INTRODUCING THE GOTHIC STEED, PEGASUS, AND THE REMARKABLE GERMAN CAVALRY FROM THE WEST. WASHINGTON, D.C., October 6th, 1861.