wn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay.
"Huddup!" said the parson.--Off went they.
The parson was working his Sunday's text,--
Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed
At what the--Moses--was coming next.
All at once the horse stood still,
Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill.
--First a shiver, and then a thrill,
Then something decidedly like a spill,--
And the parson was sitting upon a rock,
At half-past nine by the meet'n'-house clock,--
Just the hour of the Earthquake shock!
--What do you think the parson found,
When he got up and stared around?
The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
As if it had been to the mill and ground!
You see, of course, if you're not a dunce,
How it went to pieces all at once,--
All at once, and nothing first,--
Just as bubbles do when they burst.

End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
Logic is logic. That's all I say.

THE INJURED MOTHER.

From the Rev. JOHN BROWN'S tragedy of BARBAROSSA.

CHARACTERS:

BARBAROSSA, _an Usurper_,
OTHMAN, _an officer_,
ZAPHIRA, _the Widowed Queen_.

[This play has many passages of splendid diction, well
calculated for bold declamation. The plot of the piece runs
thus: _Barbarossa_ having killed, and then usurped the throne
of his friend and master, tries to obtain the hand of Zaphira,
the late monarch's widow--having previously destroyed, (as is
supposed) her son, _Selim_. The following scene represents the
interviews between the unhappy queen and her faithful Othman,
and of the queen with Barbarossa.

COSTUMES.--_Barbarossa_ green velvet robe, scarlet satin
shirt, white trousers, russet boots, and turban. _Othman_,
scarlet fly, yellow satin shirt, white slippers, turban white,
scarlet cashmere vest. _Zaphira_, white dress, embroidered
with silver, turban, and Turkish shoes.

NOTE.--A little taste will enable any smart young lady to make
up these dresses. They are mostly loose, and the embroidery
may be of tinsel--while cheap velveteen looks as well as the
best velvet on the stage.]

SCENE I.--_An apartment, with sofa._

_Enter_ ZAPHIRA, R.

ZAP. (C.) When shall I be at peace? O, righteous heaven
Strengthen my fainting soul, which fain would rise
To confidence in thee! But woes on woes
O'erwhelm me. First my husband, now my son--
Both dead--both slaughter'd by the bloody hand
Of Barbarossa! What infernal