CONTENTMENT.

"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,)

That I may call my own;And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun.

Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten ;If Nature can subsist on three,

Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice;My choice would be vanilla ice.

I care not much for gold or land; Give me a mortgage here and there,

I love so much their style and tone, One Turner, and no more, (A landscape, foreground golden dirt;

The sunshine painted with a squirt.)

Of books but few, some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; —

Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam, And vellum rich as country cream.

Busts, cameos, gems, such things as these,

Which others often show for pride, I value for their power to please, And selfish churls deride; One Stradivarius, I confess, Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess.

SING, O goddess, the wrath, the on

tamable dander of KeittKeitt of South Carolina, the clear grit, the tall, the ondaunted Him that hath wopped his own niggers till Northerners all unto Keitt Seem but as niggers to wop, and hills of the smallest potatoes. Late and long was the fight on the Constitution of Kansas: Daylight passed into dusk, and dusk

into lighting of gas-lamps;Still on the floor of the house the heroes unwearied were fight

ing. Dry grew palates and tongues with

excitement and expectoration, Plugs were becoming exhausted, and

Representatives also. Who led on to the war the anti

Lecomptonite phalanx? Grow, hitting straight from the shoulder, the Pennsylvania Slasher;

Him followed Hickman, and Potter the wiry, from woody Wisconsin:

Washburne stood with his brother,

Cadwallader stood with Elihu; Broad Illinois sent the one, and woody Wisconsin the other.

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Squares to go in at the bar, when the dangerous varmint is cornered. "Come out, Grow," he cried, "you

Black Republican puppy, Come on the floor, like a man, and darn my eyes, but I'll show you"

Him answered straight-hitting Grow,

"Waal now, I calkilate, Keitt, No nigger-driver shall leave his plautation in South Carolina, Here to crack his cow-hide round this child's cars, if he knows it."

Scarce had he spoke when the hand, the chivalrous five fingers ci Keitt,

Clutched at his throat, -had they closed, the speeches of Grow had been ended, —

Never more from a stump had he
stirred up the free and en-
lightened;-

But though smart Keitt's mauleys,
the mauleys of Grow were still
smarter;

Straight from the shoulder he shot,

not Owen Swift or Ned Adams Ever put in his right with more delicate feeling of distance.

anvil, so dropped Grow's right into Keitt

As drops hammer on

Just where the jugular runs to the
point at which Ketch ties his
drop-knot;

Prone like a log sank Keitt, his dol-
lars rattled about him.
Forth sprang his friends o'er the
body; first, Barksdale, waving-
wig-wearer,

Craige and McQueen and Davis, the

ra'al hoss of wild Mississippi; Fiercely they gathered round Grow, catawampously up as to chaw

him;

But without Potter they reckoned, the wiry from woody Wisconsin;

He, striking out right and left, like catamount varmint and

a

vicious, Dashed to the rescue, and with him the Washburnes, Cadwallader, Elihu;

Slick into Barksdale's bread-basket walked Potter's one, two, — hard and heavy;

Barksdale fetched wind in a trice, dropped Grow, and let out at Elihu.

man.

LONDON PUNCH.

PURITANS.

OUR brethren of New England use
Choice malefactors to excuse,
And hang the guiltless in their stead,
Of whom the churches have less
need;

As late it happened in a town
Where lived a cobbler, and but one,
That out of doctrine could cut use,
And mend men's lives as well as shoes.
This precious brother having slain
In times of peace an Indian,
Not out of malice, but mere zeal,
Because he was an infidel;
The mighty Tottipotimoy
Sent to our elders an envoy,
Complaining loudly of the breach
Of league held forth by brother
Patch,

Against the articles in force
Between both churches, his and

ours;

For which he craved the saints to

render

Into his hands, or hang the offender. But they maturely having weighed They had no more but him of the

trade,

A man that served them in the double
Capacity to teach and cobble,
Resolved to spare him; yet to do
The Indian Hogan Mogan too
Impartial justice, in his stead did
BUTLER.
Hang an old weaver that was bedrid.