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F. was originally from Boston, and lived, on his return from his voyages, with an old maiden aunt at Salem, whom he was wont to call Aunt Cot Betty, from the circumstance of her always sleeping in a cot bedstead. Aunt Cot Betty requested him on his return from one of his voyages to bring her home poll parrot. F-

 promised faithfully SO to do; but like the payment of tailor's bill it was unheeded. The first words the old lady uttered on his landing were, "Well, Fergy, Fergy, my dear boy, how do you do-so glad to see you; you've got the parrot, Fergy, heh :" " Oh yes, aunty, elegant one, bring him home tomorrow" Early next morning, Fergy ransacked all Salem for parrot, but in vain-good fortune, however, threw in his way an owl; the substitution of that for the parrot was so sooner thought of than agreed upon, no sooner agreed upon than purchased, and next day transferred to an elegant tin cage, wherein the midnight philosopher was duly ensconced. Aunt Betty had it hung up in the stoop, and with anxious expectation listened for the first attempts of its loquacious powers, but no voice greeted her. When Fergy came home to dinner, aunty began, We'll, Fer gy, boy, it's very pretty parrot; but, dear me! Fergy, it wont talk" Well, aunty, when I bought it, they told me it did't soy much, but it was capital fellow for think- ing 7"