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Irocious gentlemen, feels that
.Nov rm doomed to rag in desert places
And hate III msn. no matter ~aat their fAoe =.
Before the editor has got this ms
snthropical being safely secured IN
the place where he'll do the least harm,
he is timidly requested lin four pages
|of- commercial note q modest
young man to accept these few po-
ems Ia stupendous package Of amaz'
ling rubbish), and to send check oy
return mail. This last poet has safh-
cient good sense and delicacy to point
out to the editor, who otherwise
might not have discovered it, the TACT
that in the lode to a Maid" he, the
poet, as he has been informed by gift
led and discerning friends. has shown
himself to be equal to Tennyson in
sweetness and feeling. And he vol
unteers the further information
''that the. severe tenderness OF that
chaste moroccan, Heart Sobs,' moves
all hearts to soulful tears The edit
| or finds himself less edited by the "se-
we're tenderness" than astonished by
the "sobful tears" and he falls into
some profound reflection over the new
discovery developed in that last idea
However valuable that discovery may
be from a physiological point of view,
| he has no time to dwell upon it; for
he knows that there is a vast and no.
bic army of equally learned poets and
philosophers marching on him, through
the mail bags, from every quarter of
the habitable earth; and he knows
that every individual of this army is
bursting with wisdom equally deep
and improving So, in that unfeeling
and cruel spirit which ever animates
the ruthless editor everywhere
Throughout this cold and heartless
world, he filings these sweet children
of genius far into the desolatc depths
of the return mail.
Hour after hour, vainly seeking an
escape, he tolls through this Egyptian
labyrinth Of horrent manuscripts,
whose profound darkness is made
more fearful still by few feeble glim-
mers of common sense; and just as he
is about to give up all hope, before
the conviction that he is rapidly sink
ing into the hopeless imbecility that
Ipervades the air, he catches 4 dim
CLEAN Of distant daylight, into which,
he presently energies hoping to fad
ten minutes rest and peace. But here
peering at him from the southern mail
and frowning on him from the north.
ern, and glazing at him from the cas-.
tern, and looming portcn,ous from
the western, is vast concoursc of
highly intelligent ladies and gentle.
men who, by means Of some diabolical
enchantment, have got themselves
turned into the most prodigious
sphinxes Of this or any other age, and
with countenances expressive of the
most invlncible obduracy they pro.
pound the most inconceivable conun.
drums about the most preposterous
subjects. One Of these sphinxes says
that he has had tremendous dispute
with another young sphinx, who is OF
an ignorant and contentious turn OF
mind, about the great question of
whether Zoroaster (who it appears
was a celebrated politician and, first
President of the Board of Fire Com
missioners of ancient PERSIA wasn't
afflicted with a slight deafness in his
right ear. The learned sphinx ex.
plains that the ignorant sphinx obsti.
nately maintains that the right ear was
as sound as silver dollar, but that
the Is1 ear was little touched. The
editor will please settle this DISPUTE bv