N.B.-Thankful for former favours, U. S. requests a continuance of patronage. Orders executed with neatness and despatch. Terms as low as those of any other contractor for the same kind and style of work. I can fancy the official answering my look of horror with,-"Yes, Sir, it looks like a high charge, Sir; but in these days slaughtering is slaughtering." Verily, I would that every one understood that it was; for it goes about obtaining money under the false pretence of being glory. For me, I have an imagination which plays me uncomfortable tricks. It happens to me sometimes to see a slaughterer on his way home from his day's work, and forthwith my imagination puts a cocked-hat upon his head and epaulettes upon his shoulders, and sets him up as a candidate for the Presidency. So, also, on a recent public occasion, as the place assigned to the "Reverend Clergy is just behind that of "Officers of the Army and Navy" in processions, it was my fortune to be seated at the dinner-table over against one of these respectable persons. He was arrayed as (out of his own profession) only kings, court-officers, and footmen are in Europe, and Indians in America. Now what does my over-officious imagination but set to work upon him, strip him of his gay livery, and present him to me coatless, his trowsers thrust into the tops of a pair of boots thick with clotted blood, and a basket on his arm, out of which lolled a gore-smeared axe, thereby destroying my relish for the temporal mercies upon the board before me!-H. W.] No. IX. A THIRD LETTER FROM B. SAWIN, ESQ. [UPON the following letter slender comment will be needful. In what river Selemnus has Mr. Sawin bathed, that he has become so swiftly oblivious of his former loves? From an ardent and (as befits a soldier) confident wooer of that coy bride, the popular favour, we see him subside of a sudden into the (I trust not jilted) Cincinnatus, returning to his plough with a goodly-sized branch of willow in his hand; figuratively returning, however, to a figurative plough, and from no profound affection for that honoured implement of husbandry (for which, indeed, Mr. Sawin never displayed any decided predilection), but in order to be gracefully summoned therefrom to more congenial labours. It would seem that the character of the ancient Dictator had become part of the recognized stock of our modern political comedy, though, as our term of office extends to a quadrennial length, the parallel is not so minutely exact as could be desired. It is sufficiently so, however, for purposes of scenic representation. An humble cottage (if built of logs, the better) forms the Arcadian background of the stage. This rustic paradise is labelled Ashland, Jaalam, North Bend, Marshfield, Kinderhook, or Bâton Rouge, as occasion demands. Before the door stands a something with one handle (the other painted in proper perspective), which represents, in happy ideal vagueness, the plough. To this the defeated candidate rushes with delirious joy, welcomed as a father by appropriate groups of happy labourers, or from it the successful one is torn with difficulty, sustained alone by a noble sense of public duty. Only I have observed, that, if the scene be laid at Bâton Rouge or Ashland, the labourers are kept carefully in the background, and are heard to shout from behind the scenes in a singular tone resembling ululation, and accompanied by a sound not unlike vigorous clapping. This, however, may be artistically in keeping with the habits of the rustic population of those localities. The precise connection between agricultural pursuits and statesmanship I have not been able, after diligent inquiry, to discover. But that my investigations may not be barren of all fruit, I will mention one curious statistical fact, which I consider thoroughly established, namely, that no real farmer ever attains practically beyond a seat in General Court, however theoretically qualified for more exalted station. It is probable that some other prospect has been opened to Mr. Sawin, and that he has not made this great sacrifice without some definite understanding in regard to a seat in the cabinet or a foreign mission. It may be supposed that we of Jaalam were not untouched by a feeling of villatic pride in beholding our townsman occupying so large a space in the public eye. And to me, deeply revolving the qualifications necessary to a candidate in these frugal times, those of Mr. S. seemed peculiarly adapted to a successful campaign. The loss of a leg, an arm, an eye, and four fingers, reduced him so nearly to the condition of a vox et præterea nihil, that I could think of nothing but the loss of his head by which his chance could have been bettered. But since he has chosen to baulk our suffrages, we must content ourselves with what we can get, remembering lactucas non esse dandas, dum cardui sufficiant.-H. W.] I SPOSE you recollect thet I explained my gennle views To run unanimously fer the Presidential cup; O' course it worn't no wish o' mine, 'twuz ferflely distressin', Thet, though like sixty all along I fumed an' fussed an' sorrered, Seein' thet with one wannut foot, a pair 'd be more 'n I need; A pair o' second Washintons fer every new election,— Though, fur ez number one's consarned, I don't make no objection. I wuz agoin' on to say thet when at fust I saw The masses would stick to't I wuz the Country's father-'n-law, (They would ha' hed it Father, but I told 'em 't wouldn't du, Sence I've come hum, though, an' looked round, I think I seem to find Strong argimunts ez thick ez fleas to make me change my mind; An' 'twouldn't noways du to hev the people's mind distracted 'Twould save holl haycartloads o' fuss an' three four months o' jaw, Ef some illustrous paytriot should back out an' withdraw; Wenever an Amerikin distinguished politishin Next thing you'll want to know, I spose, wut argimunts I seem I don't deny but wut, fer one, ez fur ez I could see, I could ha' pinted to a man thet wuz, I guess, a peg Wy, into Bellers's we notched the votes down on three sticks,— Ef I'd expected sech a trick, I wouldn't ha' cut my foot It didn't make no diff'rence, though; I wish I may be cust, Another pint thet influences the minds o' sober jedges Is thet the Ginʼral hezn't gut tied hand an' foot with pledges ; I want free-trade; you don't; the Gin'ral isn't bound to neither ;— 'em, Turn all his pockets wrong side out an' quick ez lightnin' clean 'em ; To nary one on'em I'd trust a secon'-handed rail No furder off 'an I could sling a bullock by the tail. Webster sot matters right in thet air Mashfiel' speech o' his'n ;- But then," sez he, “obsarve my pint, he's jest ez good to vote fer Fer one ez't is fer t'other, fer the bulldog ez the fox ?" scurce, Unless he scratches, goin' down, with them 'ere Gin'ral's spurs. But don't find goin' Taylor gives my narves no gret 'f a shock; I spose it's time now I should give my thoughts upon the plan, |