LATE OF THE NEW YORK FIRE DEPARTMENT; TAKEN SICK OF INDIGESTION, HE COMMENCED TO THROW UP FORTIFICATIONS, AND DIED OF STRATEGY. .......... _Hic Jacet._ 1..5-4. 0....4....1....2....8, 0....4....1....2....0; 0....2...80....8, 0....2...45....4. It needs no Champollion's hieroglyphical skill to read the beautiful little verse of the fifer's epitaph, though that verse had to be inscribed figuratively, in order to get it all upon the narrow monument. In all its praise of that quiet sleep in which there are no anticipations to be disappointed, no gluttony to make sick, and no Confederacies to guard against,--the verse will be plain to all as reading: "HERE LIES ONE FIFER: Nought for one to wait, Nought for one to sigh-for; Nought too weighty ate, Nought to fortify-for." The Mackerel poet who wrote those lines, my boy, may have been no rhetorician; but his theme was an inspiration giving him more than ordinary mastery of the figures of speech. Yours, gravely, ORPHEUS C. KERR. LETTER XCII. IN WHICH OUR ENTHUSIASTIC CORRESPONDENT SURPASSES AESCHYLUS IN THE WAY OF AN INVOCATION; AND DESCRIBES REAR ADMIRAL HEAD'S GREAT NAVAL DEMONSTRATION AGAINST FORT PIANO. WASHINGTON, D.C., April 20th, 1863. Stand aside, my boy, and realize your own civilian insignificance, while I invoke all the gods of Old Olympus to aid me with their inspiration, in the tale of naval grandeur it is my duty to unfold.