At Middletown, Connecticut, is the following:

"This lovely, pleasant child--
He was our only one,
Altho' we've buried three before--
Two daughters and a son."

The controlling power of rhyme is well illustrated in the subjoined,
from a tombstone in Manchester:

"Here lies alas! more's the pity,
All that remains of Nicholas Newcity.

"N. B.--His name was Newtown."

Another instance of how rhyming difficulties may be overcome is as
follows:

"Here lies the remains of Thomas Woodhen,
The most amiable of husbands and excellent of men.

"N. B.--His real name was Woodcock, but it wouldn't
come in rhyme. _His Widow._"

The subjoined contains a solemn warning:

"My wife has left me, she's gone up on high,
She was thoughtful while dying, and said 'Tom, don't cry.'
She was a great beauty, so every one knows,
With Hebe like features and a fine Roman nose;
She played the piany, and was learning a ballad,
When she sickened and die-did from eating veal salad."

Upon a tombstone in Pennsylvania:

"Battle of Shiloh.
April 6 1862

John D L was born March 26 1839 in the town of West
Dresden State of New York where the wicked cease from
troubling and the weary are at rest."

A tombstone in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, has these lines:

"When you my friends are passing by,
And this inform you where I lie,
Remember you ere long must have,
Like me, a mansion in the grave,
Also 3 infants, 2 sons and a daughter."

IV.

By Correspondents.

From a butcher at Berhampoor, India, to a customer:

"To his Highness--Kid Esquire

"The humble butcher, Nows Rouny, Restpectfully sheweth that for your
honor has sent a good beef, 1 rump and pleased to take it and pay day
labor of bearer coolly. As your obedient butcher shall ever pray."

From a scholar in India to his master:

"My dear Sir: I humbly beg to inform you pleas to give me leaf for one
week because I cannot walk with my feet, I am very uncomfortable. Give
my compliments to My Master. I pray to God for Everlasting life. I am
your humble Servant Shebart Lall."

From an Indian school-boy:

"Benevolent Sir: The wolf of sickness has laid hold on the flock of my
health."

From an Indian clerk:

"Sir. Being afflicted to the stomach and vomiteng I am sorry I cannot
attend to office today."

From a Canadian lady to eligible gentleman:

"Dear Mr. B. I, Mrs. Wigston wis