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 iifid show eth not by any outward token, The desoIations that no uttcrance brook. DO shall dotf again cars } sombre casque, And mlngle in the great worlds gIittering

 mas9ne, Lo! tic dim characters that cross our way Iurban and cafti, toga, domino Here beauty and delight around us play, As of night in June, the fire flies glow Here, rom the youngster to the sere and

 grey, Mankind IS eddying, in it's whirl and flow, ]. All guided by that argument so old, Ana so convlncing--intiuence of gold. oh Plato! thou vert T philosopher Al And so the Stoics were, make no doubt Tho when thy mystic pages bostir, l Ieel both sense aid reason put to route And hold Dlogenes, that Cynic cur, Like other priests, more lazy than devout, And truth to say have little veneration, For the philosophy of any nation. But Plato! thou enliehtener of Thy great To Kalon-sthy supreme great

 good Cannot beyirtue, but must sure be gold . Love fills the earth as doth the sunlight And doth all things with its bright beam '.l'rodpolng ;, nature with her mighty True, PIato.--true!-your creed as .aiao

 the same is-- Love rules the world-the "auri saera

 fames.o 3Tis odd what changes gold knows to work, Twill give an editor creed anew r ua alI Il.

 Turk, Add new tint to Webb's chameleon hue Make Amos Kendall after Jackson lnrk- Turn black to white, and white again 10

 blue, Make Woodruff bark for Jackson or for And ALMOST make him honest--FoR DAY. Where's General Dufl--turning his coat

 again Where's Amos Kendall! l!-why the devil Where's Billy woodruf9--wis wishing that

 the rain, Could wash his character, as well as Where's Johnny a6aolph-Aiotiag sheep Where's Dayy crocfett=-ioined old Jack.

 

 And W15ipplng wild cats now for Henry He thinks that Harry is the surest pay Where's Inghaml--out of office-Where,s

 the Jew?-- Him of New York?-He's in, and duly

 loyal Where's Eaton!-Humbugged- Branch?--

 He's humbugged too Where sshadrach Penna-lying--W F

 Anne Royalla Turned politician, editor-a new husus nature-which might well employ The science and the faculties of Spurz-

 helm, But hardly for his trouble reimburse |; n. Oh Anne Royalla Queen of all the scolds! God help thy readers! and God help thy

 wits! If any thing like wit thy cap infolds. Oh thou who hast frightened editors to fits, And nearly turned the church from it's

 strong holds, And given religion sundry mighty hits, As to the windmills did great Don Quix- "A word which ought to rhyme to thy ca

 pote.) Not saying that a vesture masculine, Sweet mistress! is thy gentle frame be-

 decking, Altho' it should, so great heart is thine, When on some yarlet thou thy wrath art

 wreaking- Hadst thou Xantippe been--most lovely

 shrine! To eackling thoudst have doubtless added

 pecking, And routed philosophic Socrates, To flight, and shelter, in the Athenian

 trees. Hold then thy course--but tramplo not on

 me. God knows, to be thy foe Pve no ambi-

 ton And should it prove benefit to thee, l give thee herewith my most full permis- To rave and write--and when thou diest,

 to be Spite of the priests, taken to fields Ely To squeak, as Virgil says, ,amid the ghosts. And scatter pbalanxes of pious hosts.

 To De concluded ias our mert. CF Tue Missouri annual Conferenee, of the Methodist E. Church, will hold it's next session at Mountain Spring Camp