The Sun.
London, England, 1848-07-21 00:00:00

THE NINTH STATUE.

Jove being one day in a mood rather merry
No one very well knew what the reason could be,
Some say it was caused by an odd glass of sherry

Or perhaps Mrs. Juno had gone out to tea;
Whatever it was, being bent on a freak,
He call'd Mercury in, and began thus to speak:
" My jolly young spark, I've had sad news from earth,
A most dreadtul disease lately known as ennui
Has caused amongst mortals th' extinction of mirth,
And I'm fully resolved this no longer shall be."
Quoth Mercury " That need not trouble you, sire.
Haven't they Charles Dickens and Albert Smith

there?"
"Yes, but these :aro but men, boy, and what they
require,"
Said Jove, " is the far-famed ninth statue so fair,
So lend me your aid, and a creature we'll form,
So perfect and rare, she'll take Europe by storm.
First get me some clay and a shape I will mould,
Such as never poor mortals before did behold;
And send to the Graces, and say I'd be glad
If the model of two of their feet could be had;
Bid Cupid attend me, that saucy young file,
For I think I shall want just to borrow his smile,
Next fetch me two planets, I'm resolved that her
eyes,

Of all hearts, shall each citadel take by surprise I
Then, go catch me a Mermaid, my Statue I swear
Shall borrow the Syren's sweet voice and bright hair,
The mouth is a puzzler,- but Cupid you know
Can easily lend us the shape of his bow
Stay, be not so hasty, the Mermaid must bring
Of the purest of pearls, a beautiful string.
My enchantress, though almost a goddess 'tis true,
Must have teeth, for she cannot well live upon dew."

Fleet Mercury now, having brought all these articles,
Jove's wonderful art soon united the particles.
A form so divine then appeared to the sight,
That for mere mortal's eyes was almost too bright

Jove viewed, quite enchanted, a work so entire,
And quickly endued it with wit's sacred fire.
Then to Mercury cried, ",No time must be lost,
Of charms for all ills she possesses a host;
Quick bear her to earth, she will cure par le Million."
" But what shall we call her?" Said Jove, " ANNA
TIIILLON i 1"

11. J. ST. LEGER.

NATIONAL HALL SCHOOL, HIGH HOLBORN —The
pupils of this school, established within the last six
months, visited Mr. Catlin's Indian Gallery, for the pur-
pose of inspecting the portraits, landscapes, costumes,
&c., in illustration of the manners and customs of the
North American Indians. The school numbered up-
wards of two hundred, and notwithstanding the short
time since its establishment, and the fact of its being
composed of the families of the working classes and
tradesmen, the children proved themselves worthy their
treat—they listened with evident delight and satisfaction
to the lecture delivered by Mr. Catlin, who is well cal-
culated to please the simple and the pure among the
white, as well as among the coloured portion of our
species. After the lecture the school visited the Na-
tional Gallery; and during the day one section, upwards
of one hundred children, visited that vast storehouse of
Nature's wonders, the British Museum—they passed
several hours in admiring and inquiring about
these objects, after which they returned to the
school, partook of their temperate repast, sung
their songs of joy and gladness, then returned
to their respective homes with happy hearts, to
communicate their happiness to their several families.
The events of this day prove that the children of the
English artisan, under moderate training, can exhibit
that decorum of conduct which has hitherto been the
pride of the wealthy classes, as it has been the oppro-
brium of the poorer classes of our own countrymen.
AN EITRAORDINAY CHARACTER. -At Dalma-
croich, in the parish of Strathconan, resides a hale,
eccentric old man, of the goodly ago of eighty.
.From
his whitened hairs, advanced years, and declining
strength, he knows that his lease of lite will soon be out;
and in order to perpetuate the custom of one of iisances-
tors, he has resolved to await the last twinkle of his days
in an old arm chair, which has been handed down in
the family for the last two centuries. So determined i
he in this strange resolution, that. he has caused his sister
to burn his bed, lest, by his infirmities overcoming his
purpose, he should be tempted to repose upon it, and
thereby be baulked in his intention. He sits upon this
chair night and day, but sleeps little for the purpose of
dying awake.—Ross-shire Adverteser.