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1 X pig Is much abused animal. Every

 minimizing boy worries them--and every ur-

 chin throws brickbats at them--but they go 1 through the world and put up with every

 thing with most commendable philosophy. The goermand, who boasts of his fine taste,

 and devours pates, omelettes, sauces, and a thousand kinds of meats, is not whit more luxurious than pig who lies in the mud and

 water of q warm summers day, and grunts at every one who goes by him. 4 pig IS like politician. There is no hole so narrow or so dirty that he will not creep through, squealing Justify all the while, to get mouthful of corn from the public crib. They live i'll filth, and 1t is a second nature to them, and therein is another pointof resemblance. There is no animal that makes so much noise at trivial mshap-and none that gets over it and goes of quietly, so quickly as a pig. The whole business of their lives is to get fat-and therein they resemble an alderman. They are more obstinate than a Dutchman, more peryerse than mule-and yet there is a laconic brevity about them in which they have the advantage of editors who write long articles to let people know that they are on the fence.

 Reader, did you ever drive a pig to market! If you did, you must have observed how the little squealer ran from side to side of the  road, like an editor accommodating himself to the humors of his patrons. All at once, he would dodge you, and run back with all his might-and if you had cord to his neck, 1t was always about your legs.

 Almost every animal in the world goes out of 1t more decently than pig. He makes as much noise about 1t as if his life was worth something-and squeals like vengeance till the last minute of his mortal existence. In this he Is inconsistent, for he loses the cha raeter of a philosopher, which he has hitherto supported. He does indeed ''screw his cou- rage to the sticking point," but there 1t fails him. We could never explain to ourselves why pig should be so terrified at the thoughts of death. It cannot be that his con- science troubles him. and forces him to set up so dolorous lamentation. It is as hard to get him to die, as to put truth in the mouth of certain editors. Pigs are true republicans. They understand liberty and equality to per fection-they have their rights, and they de- fend them. They sleep after true repubii- can fashion-and if one of their brethren un- dertakes to disturb them of a cold night, they make as woful an outory as did a neighbor of ours when he lost a ssfat job." A pigs whole life is a farce-and ends in his being hung up by the heels with stick in his mouth, sub- ject to the orders of the kitchen cabinet