, 1844-05-18

we Sopv INT lOlioWinS from the
knlckerbocker of April. 1t is a post
script to a letter addressed to the ed.
ilor by the funny correspondent, who
calls himself Julian" If our read
erS laugh as much as we did, we pity
,hem.-Repub.
P. S.-Whoop! hurrah! Light up
on the world again! Where are YOU.
my little editor? say, sir. | was an
ass-do you hearl-an Gss!-prema-
ture-wIse before my time-a brute
"a blockhead! Did | talk of dust and
ashes? Oh! sir, lied simultaneously!
Every nerve, every muscle. that
didn't try TO strange me in that ut
terance, Hed! No, sir, let me tell you.
its a great NOTIFICATIONS. magnif-
cent! Il world that can'tbe beat? Talk
of the stars and a better world. but
don't invite me there yet. Make my
regrets, my apology to Death, but
say that can't come-"Positive IN.
gagement-be very happy some 9th
er time. but not now!" Ga! no. this
morning Is quite too beautiful TO leave.
and besides, | would rather STAY, if
not only to thank God a little longer
for this glorious light, this pure air
that can echo back my Ioudest hurrah!
And then. my boy. But haven't !
told you? Why. sir I've got 4 bow
n boy!-ha, ho! shout i, out TO YOU
a BoTl fourteen pounds, and the
mother a great deal better than could
he expected! AMI | say. Nj. Editor,
it's mNE!-hurrah and halIeIuiah for
ever! Oh, sir! such legs and such arms,
and such Il head! and Oh! my God, he
has its mother'S lips. can kiss them
forever! And then. sir. look at hit
feet. his hands. his chin. his ewes. his
every thing, in tncl--So "perteciiy O.
hr Give me JOY. Sit; no YOU needn't
either. | am fill now; | run over;
and they say that | run over 4 mum,
Der of cid women, half killed the mo
Their, pulled the doctor bv the nose.
ard upset 4 ~'Prthecary shop in The
corner; and lien didn't. rinE tie tea
belle! Didn't | blow tie hgrnl and
didn't | dance. shout. laugh. and cry
;ItogptI er! The women saw they had
10 lie me up. don't believe that.
but who's going To shut his mouth
when he has d live baby? Iou should
Lave heard his lungs, sir. AT tie first
moGtafUi of fresh air-such a tuS,.
i lii ie lone to Lis voice, hut no pam
-exce<< of JOY. sir. from the great
sensation. The air-bath was so sud,
den. y'u know.
Think Of all lis beautiful machine,
" starting of at once in full motion
ali lis thousand outside ice'crS an
>wering to the touch OF cool ar; the
itUuer and crash ut The ear; md that
rUrnu> coHtiilance. the eve, looking
oct wenGerine!y aud bewiIdered up
IN tie great world. SO Curious and
d~>azilug TO hls unw"rn percrp'iuEs-
- Let-uO,k Of ncr,eS, lis wheels and
rui!eys, II: III PamPs aud valves. his
engines and reservoirs; and within all.
HAT beautiful fountain, win lis j"ts
end running streams, Ga,h!ug aaj
coursing through the whole 'cEgil,
and breadth. without stint or pause
making altogether, sir, exactly four
teen pounds!
Did ! ever talk brown to Won. sir.
or blue, or any other OF the devils
c%olors! You say | rave. Beg your
pardon. sir. but you are mistaken in
The Individual. ! am this day. SIT.
multiplied by two. ! am duplicate.
am number one of an indefnite Sc
nes, aud there's my continuation.-
And you observe 1t is not,a block,
nor a ~tlockhead, nor a painting. nor
a bust, nor = fragment of any thing,
however beautiful; bot 4 combination
OF all the arts and sciences in Que;
painting, scul pture, music, (hear him
cry.) mlneralogy, chemistry. mechan-
les, lsee HIM kIck,) geography. and
the use of the globes, see him Nurse
and, witbaI, he is a perpetual motion
"a time piece that will never run
down! And who wound il up? But
words, sir, are but a mounting ard a
mockcry.
When a man is nearly crushed un.
der obligations, it is presumed he Is
unable TO speak; but he may bend
over very carefully, for fear of falling.
nod in a small way, and say nothing;
and then, if he have sufficient pres
ence Of mind to lay a hand upon his
heart, and look down at an angle OF
lorty,ive degrees, with 4 motion OF
the lips, muttered poetry, showing
the wish and inability, it will be (weII
done very gracefully expressive