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SING NOT OF THE PAS

Sing not, in these glittering hall

Songs of former years

Each remembered note recal

Life's young hopes and fears

Win me not to dwell on days
Far too bright to last ;

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When the moon is shining bright
Over lawn and lea,

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Soothing sadness, then, eat,
O'er my soul shall cast ;
But. when strangers smile aronnu,

Sing not of the past

VARIETIES

An obstinate man does not hold opinions, but they hold
him.—Butler.

When any calamity has been suffered, the first thing to he
remembered is, how much has been escaped.—Dr. Johnson.
Speaking of a heavy wind, Professor H. remarked, that it
was literally a mathematical wind, as it had extracted several
roots.

" Which is the best shop to get a fiddle at," asked a pupil
of Tom Cooke, the musician. `• An apothecary's shop,"
answered the wag; " because if you buy a drug there, they
always give you a viol in."—New York Herald.

If a man could see and hear himself when he is drunk, as
others who are not drunk see and hear him, he would be
cured for ever. Seeing others in the state makes no im-
pression, because every man believes that he is different from
the rest of his species.—Cornish's Juryman's Legal Hand-
Book. •

WHYS AND WRENS.—Why is a pig in a parlour like a
house on fire ? Because the sooner it's put out the better,
When is a lady like a trout ? When she takes a fly that
brings her to the bank. Why is the sun like a good loaf?
Because it's light when it rises. Why is a bird like a greedy
creature ? Because it never eats less than a peck. Why
is a temperance medal like an umbrella? Because it keeps
you dry. When is a fowl's neck like a bell? When it's
rung for dinner. Why isn't a boy like a pretty bonnet?
Because one becomes a woman, the other don't. Why is
killing bees like a confession ? Because you umbuzz 'em.—
Punch.

THE NAVY ESTIMATES.-Mr. Hume objected to these
estimates. (Oh, oh !) That was always the way whenever
he rose to speak. It was oh, oh ! but he (Mr. Hume) was
not going to be put down, by all the oh's in the universe.
(Laughter and cheers.) He thought the estimates extrava-
gant. He had made a calculation of the number of men
that were necessary for the navy. (Hear.) He had taken
a 74-gun ship, and dividing the crew by the number of offi-
cers, he found there was a man and a half over. (Hear.)
He (Mr. Hume) would ask where was the necessity for this ?
(Hear, and Question.) He should conclude by moving for
a return of all the coxswains now on active service; together
with all the documents that had passed between the lords of
the admiralty and the Baffin's Bay Company, distinguishing
those letters which were post-free from those on which the
receiver had to pay the postage. (Oh !) Mr. Sidney Her-
bert would feel great pleasure in giving the honourable mem-
ber all the information he wished ; but the fact was, there
were no documents. (Hear.) Mr. Hume—That is why I
ask for them. (Cries of " Spoke.") Here the subject
dropped.—Punch.

TITIAN AND THE BANDITTI.—GIiding, as it were, into
the jovial spirit of the scene, and, perhaps, really feeling a
considerable share of enjoyment in its novelty, the painter
soon came to be considered as one before whom it was scarcely
requisite to keep up much reserve. The past was freely
spoken of, and the future hinted at without any great appre-
hension that he would make mischief from what he heard.
The conversation flagged at last, and, one by one, most of
the banditti betook themselves to the solacing luxury of a
siesta. A few continued to pay their devotions to the wine-
cup, talking, as they drank, of former exploits, but in a tone
that even if worth hearing, only a sentence of their
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se could be caught now and then. Some tried their
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at the dice, and found backers in abundance. A few
posted as sentinels along the route to the more open part of
the forest, prevented surprise, and were ready at the same
time to give warning of the approach of any traveller; for
the place which the banditti had chosen for their retreat,
although secret enough from casual observation, was within
easy access of the road by the Piave, which was well fre-
quented at the time. Titian could not help thinking, as he
viewed the scene, that he had seldom beheld a more pic-
turesqixe spectacle. In the back-ground was the precipitous
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its base, throwing a lurid light around; the mi
of the wood, thick with leaves, surrounded them'
mediately before him were the robbers, as we have
jt Was Titian's boast—and, no doubt, one of the secrets
his great success—that his pictures were but reflections frr
nature, and the opportunity he now bad was not to be nt
tented. He was provided with the means of availing himself
of it—for a sketch-book, even in those days, was sufficiently
portable—and he proceeded to sketch the landscape and the
figures before him. Rapid execution was one of the peculiar
characteristics of his drawing ; and he soon had completed
his sketch without interruption. He did not succeed, how-
ever, in finishing it unobserved. One of the robbers, who
saw him thus occupied, gently separated himself from the
group, and stole behind the painter, so as to obtain a com-
plete view of the sketch ; and suddenly snatching it out of
his hand, held it up to his comrades, with a merry shout, as
a great prize. He succeeded in drawing their attention to
himself; and then, to their admiration, exhibited Titian's
handiwork. The leader of the band, who sat apart from the
rest in moody silence, was one of the last to see it ; and per-
ceiving it to be a spirited representation of the scene before
him, turned to the painter, and demanded his name. When
he learned who his prisoner was, he exclaimed, " I should
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