Then he goes on to tell his story :-
"Two Bacchants and a Faun, the story runs,
one day

Came on the cave where old Silenus lay;
Filled to the skin, as was his wont to be,
With last night's wine, and sound asleep was
he;

The garland from his head had fallen aside,
And his round bottle hanging near they spied.

and narrates the old fables of the cosmogonists-the Deluge of Deucalion, the new race of men who sprang from the stones which he and Pyrrha cast behind them, the golden reign of Saturn, the theft of fire by Prometheus, and a long series of other legends, with which he charms his listeners until the falling shadows warn them to count their flocks, and the evening-star comes out, as the poet phrases it, "over the unwilling heights of Olympus "-loath yet to lose the fascinating strain.]

A RECTIFYING ESTABLISHMENT.

Judge Craig Biddle of Philadelphia is celebrated among his friends for his wit, as well as for his legal learning.

Riding one day in the cars from New York with a stranger, who touched the Judge on the shoulder, and pointing to the extensive brick buildings on the Pennepack, which constitute the House of Correction, said:

"Excuse me, sir, is that a distillery?" "Well," said the Judge, with a twinkle in his eye, "I believe it is somehow connected with the liquor business, it is a rectifying establishment!"

ASK AND HAVE.

Now was their time-both had been cheated"Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother,

long

By the sly god with promise of a song;
They tied him fast-fit bonds his garland
made-

Sweet Mary,' says I;

"Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary,
Beginning to cry:

"For my mother says men are deceivers,
And never, I know, will consent;
She says girls in a hurry who marry,
At leisure repent."

And lo! a fair accomplice comes to aid:
Loveliest of Naiad-nymphs, and merriest too,
Æglè did what they scarce had dared to do;
Just as the god unclosed his sleepy eyes,
She daubed his face with blood of mulberries."
He saw their joke, and laughed-'Now loose
me, lad!

Enough you've caught me-tying is too bad.
A song you want?-Here goes. For Eglè,

mind,

I warrant me I'll pay her out in kind.'

So he began. The listening Fauns drew near,
The beasts beat time, the stout oaks danced to
hear.

So joy Parnassus when Apollo sings-
So through the dancing hills the lyre of
pheus rings."

Then, suppose I would talk to your father,
Sweet Mary," says I;

"Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary,
Beginning to cry:

For my father, he loves me so dearly,
He'll never consent I should go-
If you talk to my father," says Mary,
"He'll surely say, 'No.'"

"Then how shall I get you, my jewel?
Sweet Mary," says I;

Or-"If your father and mother's so cruel,
Most surely I'll die!"

[Silenus's strain is a poetical lecture on natural philoophy. He is as didactic in his waking soberness as some of his disciples are in their cups. He describes how the world sprang from the four original elements, VOL. III-W. H.

"Oh, never say die, dear," says Mary;
"A way now to save you I see;
Since my parents are both so contrary-
You'd better ask me!"

SAMUEL LOVER. 19