auxiliary." When you reach the scene of the fire, do all you can to convert it into a scene of destruction. Tear down all the fences in the vicinity. If it be a chimney on fire, throw salt down it; or, if you can't do that, perhaps the best plan would be to jerk off the pump-handle and pound it down. Don't forget to yell, all the while, as it will have a prodigious effect in frightening off the fire. The louder the better, of course; and the more ladies in the vicinity, the greater necessity for "doing it brown." Should the roof begin to smoke, get to work in good earnest, and make any man "smoke" that interrupts you. If it is summer, and there are fruit-trees in the lot, cut them down, to prevent the fire from roasting the apples. Don't forget to yell! Should the stable be threatened, carry out the cowchains. Never mind the horse, he 'll be alive and kicking; and if his legs don't do their duty, let them pay for the roast. Ditto as to the hogs; let them save their own bacon, or smoke for it. When the roof begins to burn, get a crow-bar and pry away the stone steps; or, if the steps be of wood, procure an axe and chop them up. Next, cut away the wash-boards in the basement story; and, if that don't stop the flames, let the chair-boards on the first floor share a similar fate. Should the "devouring element" still pursue the "even tenor of its way," you had better ascend to the second story. Pitch out the pitchers, and tumble out the tumblers. Yell all the time! If you find a baby abed, fling it into the second story window of the house across the way; but let the kitten carefully down in a work-basket. Then draw out the bureau drawers, and empty their contents out of the back window; telling somebody below to upset the slop-barrel and rain-water hogshead at the same time. Of course, you will attend to the mirror. The further it can be thrown, the more pieces will be made. If anybody objects, smash it over his head. Do not, under any circumstances, drop the tongs down from the second story: the fall might break its legs, and render the poor thing a cripple for life. Set it straddle of your shoulders, and carry it down carefully. Pile the bed-clothes carefully on the floor, and throw the crockery out of the window. By the time you will have attended to all these things, the fire will certainly be arrested, or the building be burnt down. In either case, your services will be no longer needed; and, of course, you require no further directions. 8. ONE STORY 'S GOOD TILL ANOTHER IS TOLD. - Charles Swain. THERE's a maxim that all should be willing to mind: "T is worthy of notice wherever you roam, And no worse for the heart, if remembered at home! Be the last to believe it - the first to defend ! Say, to-morrow will come - and then time will unfold A friend 's like a ship, when, with music and song, 9. THE GREAT MUSICAL CRITIC. — Original translation. ONCE on a time, the Nightingale, whose singing Of course, her friends all flocked to hear, There was a general cry of "Bravo! splendid!" Abashed and fluttering, to her nest retreated, It seemed as if the applause would never cease. But, 'mong the critics on the ground, An Ass was present, pompous and profound, Then, her friends tell me, she's a virtuous soul; But," growled the Lion, "by my mane, I never knew an Ass who did not strain To qualify a good thing with a but!" "Nay," said the Goose, approaching, with a strut, "I was about," said Long Ear, "to remark, To waken chords and feelings sympathetic, And kindle in the breast a spark Like-like, for instance, a good juicy thistle." "Our learned friend, with his accustomed suavity, He should inform us, as no doubt he will, "Why," said the critic, with a look potential, At Reynard's tone and manner deferential, 66 Why, Sir, there's nothing can so deeply touch My feelings, and so carry me away, As a fine, mellow, ear-inspiring bray." "I thought so," said the Fox, without a pause; The Nightingale is not an Ass like you!" 10. DRAMATIC STYLES. Blackwood's Mag. In dramatic writing, the difference between the Grecian and Roman styles is very great. When you deal with a Greek subject, you must be very devout, and have unbounded reverence for Diana of the Ephesians. You must also believe in the second sight, and be as solemn, calm, and passionless, as the ghost of Hamlet's father. Never descend to the slightest familiarity, nor lay off the stilts for a moment; and, far from calling a spade a spade, call it That sharp instrument With which the Theban husbandman lays bare The breast of our great mother. The Roman, on the other hand, may occasionally be jocular, but always warlike. One is like a miracle-play in church; a tableau vivant in a camp. the other, If a Greek has occasion to ask his sweet heart" if her mother knows she's out," and "if she has sold her mangle yet," he says: Menestheus. Cleanthe! Cleanthe. My Lord! Men. Your mother, your kind, excellent mother, — And felt within her heart the joyous pride Of having such a daughter, - does she know, Sweetest Cleanthe! that you've left the shade Cle. She does, my Lord. Men. And, but I scarce can ask the question, — when Stood a strong engine, flat, and broad, and heavy; Larés and old Penātés; has she 't still? I fain would know; - pray tell me, is it sold? The Roman goes quicker to work: Tell me, my Julia, does your mother know The Composite, or Elizabethan, has a smack of both: Of what all other people are possessed of, - Cel. No, not gadding! Out, sir; she knows I'm out. Con. She had a mangle; Faith, 't was a huge machine, and smoothed the web Like snow. I've seen it oft; A right good mangle. it was, indeed, Cel. Then thou 'rt not in thought To buy it, else thou would not praise it so. Con. A parlous child! keen as the cold North wind, But has she sold it, child? 11. THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER. - Horace Smith. IN Broad-street buildings (on a winter night), Sat, all alone, with one hand rubbing His feet, rolled up in fleecy hose; With t'other he'd beneath his nose The Public Ledger, in whose columns grubbing, Ships, shops, and slops, Gums, galls, and groceries, ginger, gin, Tar, tallow, tumeric, turpentine, and tin; Entered, and most politely said, "Your footman, Sir, has gone his nightly track And left your door ajar, which I And thought it neighborly to give you notice." - 544 In time of danger, Such kind attentions from a stranger! Doomed to a final drop at Newgate; He knows that rogues and thieves, by scores, And see, how easily might one Even beneath your very nose, Pocket your silver candlesticks, And walk off, — thus!" So said, so done; - he made no more remark, But marched off with his prize, Leaving the gouty merchant in the dark! ·Blackwood's Magazine. Adapted. A MONKEY, once, whom fate had led to list For every one's emancipation From every thing and body in creation, Had struck at all existing institutions, He strode forth with a step that seemed designed To represent the mighty march of mind. Not far he'd wandered, when his indignation A great menagerie, Where birds and beasts of every race and station, All free-born animals, were kept confined, Caged and locked up in durance vile! It was a sight to waken all his bile. The window of the building stood ajar; Nor, like Parnassus, very hard to climb; |