CONSOLATION.
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While General Green. of Rhode Island was Independent of all fanatics, he had a capital mack of soothing tho disnppoint- menl of beaten candidates, and on such occasions used to icll a favorite story in n style of inimiiable humor, which recon cilcd every body 10 the loss of office. We can give nothing of ifs spirit-merely the outline. A field slave in ,he South to whom meat was rare blessing, one day found in his trap plump rabbit. He 1 look him out alive, held him under his arm, pai,ed him, ana began to speculate on his qualities. "Oh how fat how berry fat! de fat;cst l ebher did sec ! Let me see how I cook him. roast him. No, he be SO fat he lcsc all de greasG l fry him. Ay, yes. he be so berry ;ut he fry himself, golly, how f,l he be! No l wont fry him, ! stew him. The thought ot the savory stew made him forget himself, and in spreading out the feast in his ina aginntion, his arm re- faxed, when off hopprd !hc rabbit, and squa,ting tt a goodly distance, he eyed his late owner with cool composurc.

 The negro knew there was an end of the matter, and summoning all his phi Iosophy, he thus addressed the rabbit, shaking his fist at him. "You long ear ed, white iskered. red.cyod rascal, you not SD berry ia, arer nll."