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Machine Poetry.-They have man in
the Sunday New York Mercury office,
grInds out poetry from a machine of his
own construction. Here is one OF his
choice samples ;
The loud wind roared, the tn under roll'd,
Fierce lightnings split the sky,
And all the west seemed fring'd with gold
And | was reaping rye,
laid my sickle down TO view
The grand and awful scene
But did not stop TO see it though
Oh no, ! want so green.
The following Toast was drank by Jno.
Newsom, at the 4th of July celebration
in Tallahassee, Florida.


Corn in the barnloft,


Poultry in the yard,


Bacon in the meat house,


And a barrel full of lard,


Coffee in the little bag.


And "sugar in the goard."