one of the most important cases that ever came under the consideration of a court of justice; a case which involves the liberties of millions; a case, the decision of which will go down as a precedent to posterity; a case which has the most direct bearing upon the happiness of the whole human race. For, your honor will perceive, that if quadrupeds or ani. mals quadrupedanti can be metamorphosed into animals quinquepedanti, animals quinquepedanti, vice versa, can be turned into animals quadrupedanti-those into trespedanti, those into bispedanti, those into unus or monospedanti, and those into the Lord only knows what. Now, horses have always been considered, animals quadrupedanti, as vide Fleta, b. 3, c. 2, p. 1008—Bracton, b. 2, c. 1, p. 700, therefore they have but four legs. Secondly: the tail of a horse cannot be considered one of his legs, it being a distinct and less noble part of his body. Cum vero tuam evaserit custodiam, as Justinian saith. Suppose your honor cut off the tail of my horse, it will not prevent him from walking. But ⚫ let your honor rursus occupantis fit, cut off one of his legs, and multa accidere soleant ut eam non capias, he will not be able to walk at all; therefore the tail of a horse is not one of his legs, ergo, a horse has but four legs.

Per curiam.

The tail of a horse is one of his legs. It is evident that it is in a manner connected with his body. If you cut off the tail of a horse, the blood will run. If you cut off one of the legs,

the blood will run. Ergo, the tail of a horse is one of his legs. The defendant in error, Mr. Duck, is not entitled to the horses. If there are any of them without tails, deinde ut fera, ita inclusa sit ut exire inde nequeat, then Mr. Duck is clearly entitled to them.

"Can nothing move you?-Is he doomed

To years of gloom and sorrow,

Who fondly thought you would have bloomed

His lovely bride to-morrow?

My family, with joy and pride,

Expect the blest connection."

"As you think best," she smiling cried,

"I've not the least objection."

A NIGHT ON THE BANKS OF TENNESSEE.

BY D. SEALSFIELD.

"AND can you tell us whether we are right in our way to Brown's ferry?" demanded I from a man on horseback, who came pacing towards us, in a narrow cart track on the banks of the Ten

nessee.

It was growing dark; the mists hung gray and heavy over the woods and waters, and gave to the landscape a bewildering chaotic appearance, so as to render it impossible to discern any object at more than three yards distance. Nearly as long as this digression was the pause of the rider. At last he answered in a tone which, from its singular modulation, I think must have been accompanied with a shake.

"Way to Brown's ferry? Mayhap you mean Coxe's ferry ?"

"Well then, Coxe's ferry," replied I, with some impatience.

"Why now, you are long five miles off, and may as well turn your horse's head. I guess you are strangers in this part of the country?"

"The devil," whispered friend Rds; "we are in the hands of a yankee. He guesses already."

The rider had in the meanwhile pressed closer to our gig, in spite of the thorns and brambles, and the narrowness of the cart track. As far as we could discern, he was still young, but lean and lank, with a cadaverous countenance, and metal buttons on his coat.

"And so you have mistaken the road?" said he, after a due pause, during which the heavy mists had gathered into a moderate rain. "A strange mistake, when the ferry lays not fifteen rods out of the way, and that leads broad and open down the river. A strange mistake, to go up the river, instead of going down!"

"What do you mean by that?" asked both of us at the same time.

"Why you are gone up the Tennessee, and are on the road to B -e," replied the presumptive

yankee.

"To Be!" exclaimed we, in a voice in which a sort of ludicrous stupor and astonishment were so strongly blended, that the yankee asked,

"And didn't you intend to go to B"How far is it from here?" asked I.

-e?"

"Why, how far?" quoth the man of the metal buttons; "it aint very far, but not quite so near neither as you may reckon. I guess you know Squire Dimple ?"

"I wish your Squire Dimple was at," muttered I. "No, we don't."