th the sun,

dye-stuff
Till o'er the brimmed crystal the <rubies> shall run.

half-ripened apples
The <purple-globed-clusters> their life-dews have bled;

taste sugar of lead
How sweet is the <breath> of the <fragrance they shed>!

rank poisons _wines!!!_
For summer's <last roses> lie hid in the <wines>

stable-boys smoking long-nines.
That were garnered by <maidens who laughed through the vines.>

scowl howl scoff sneer
Then a <smile>, and a <glass>, and a <toast>, and a <cheer>,

strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer!
For <all the good-wine, and we've some of it here>

In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall,

Down, down, with the tyrant that masters us all!
<Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all!>

The company said I had been shabbily treated, and advised me to charge
the committee double,--which I did. But as I never got my pay, I don't
know that it made much difference. I am a very particular person about
having all I write printed as I write it, I require to see a proof, a
revise, a re-revise, and a double re-revise, or fourth-proof rectified
impression of all my productions, especially verse. Manuscripts are
such puzzles! Why, I was reading some lines near the end of the last
number of this journal, when I came across one beginning

"The _stream_ flashes by,"--

Now as no stream had been mentioned, I was perplexed to know what it
meant. It proved, on inquiry, to be only a misprint for "dream."
Think of it! No wonder so many poets die young.

I have nothing more to report at this time, except two pieces of
advice I gave to the young women at table. One relates to a vulgarism
of language, which I grieve to say is sometimes heard even from female
lips. The other is of more serious purport, and applies to such as
contemplate a change of condition,--matrimony, in fact.

--The woman who "calc'lates" is lost.

--Put not your trust in money, but put your money in trust.

THOMAS CARLYLE.

THOMAS CARLYLE is a name which no man of this generation should
pronounce without respect; for it belongs to one of the high-priests
of modern literature, to whom all contemporary minds are indebted, and
by whose intellect and influence a new spiritual cultus has been
established in