[FEBRUARY 18, 1860.
IN HER NATIVE HOME.
After a month's residence in this Country.
A Little Lesson for Jimmy Buchanan.
At a place called Aus-tra-lia, far over the
sea, the folks use a strange weap-on called
Boo-me-rang, which in English means For-
nie. The folks there know how to use it,
but when strange folks, who do not know
how to use it, take it up and throw it from
them, it comes right back ve-ry hard, aud
hurts them ve-ry much, and some-times kills
them. It is a ve-ry ug-ly weap-on, and good
lit-tle boys should not touch it; but lit-tle
boys may be rash, if not warned, so all good
boys rnust take care nev-er to han-dle the
Boo-me-rang, lest their friends, if they have
any, should mourn for them on some bright
Elder Peck, the Treasurer of the State of
Maine, is a defaulter to the amount of $100,-
OOO. Very good measure for a false Peck.
Of Course it was.
A correspondent thinks that our joke
about sad irons was not only melancholy
Extravagance in Hart.
Using marble to make a statue of Clay.
THE COMPLETE LETTER-WRITER.
" Occasional," regular Washington correspondent of the Philadelphia Press, glories in being a Sphynx. It loves to be the epistolary nut that nobody can crack. It agitates incessantly the question,
Who Am I? It strikes a variety of attitudes, and asks, Do you
know me now? It makes it a matter of imminent importance to
the whole country not to know who it is. It inquires, in a recent
letter, "How could I be Forney, when I appear in the Press, no
matter whether he is here or elsewhere, whether he is in Washington, Philadelphia, or New-York?"' It immediately adds, however,-
as if to mitigate this severity, and to show that it is perfectly good-
natured in all this, " it is true I am in some sense a polypus, for I
have many doubles, and more than one representative," a remark
which we like because of its spirit, and not because we have a friend
who is a Polypus that has doubles, or for other personal reasons.
As it was "dining with Mr. Secretary —," he said to it, " Pray
tell me who is ' Occasional.''' Colonel ——, of Kentucky, said to
it, ' * the other evening at Brown's,'' "I have at last found • out
' Qccasional.' " " Riding from Mount Vernon on Saturday "it
" heard a Southerner dilating upon politics in general, and correspondents in particular," who said, " But the most mysterious of
all is ' Occasional,' of Forney's Press."
Of what importance is the sex of the Zoyara, why should we care
to know who inflicted the blow upon William Patterson, while the
mystery of "Occasional's" identity is unsolved? We have our
little theory. We have not decided the authorship of the Junius
Letters, and we have never been to Nineveh, but if it should put
the question directly to us, in a manner that would admit of no
equivocation, our courteous, yet decided answer wxmld be, Mr. Buchanan's Vaiet, that's What you Are! Facts elicited from the cor-
espondence itself leave it no longer doubtful that Mr. Forney, with
that sagacity which is the shining trait of his character, has effected
a little arrangement with the President's body-servant—he who:
sets straight his matutinal neck -tie and mixes his vesperian tod—
and, through him, with the cook and Miss Line's maid, and, in
fact, the entire Kitchen cabinet, to supply him daily with minute,
special, and provoking matters of fact. How else could " Occasional"
know just how much liquor the President can stand, and how he
takes it? How else could "he (the P.) have said before Judge
Black and Myself on Monday, the 23d of January, that he has never
had any fears of dissolution till now ?"
How else could he pick up all the crumbs that fall from his master's table, and scavenger the offal of Washington society, and catch
all the drippings of the political stew-pan, and make a boast of his
The Ofiice-Holder's Problem.
Is Political Economy wealth ?
An Over Seer.
A Southern Astrologer.
The splendor falls
On cloaks and shawls,
And showy goods in every story ;
• The gas4ight shakes
Its lurid flakes,
And the Counter-jumper- s in his glory !
Blow, merchants, blow! : Set the big stories flying,
Blow, merchants; answer, salesmen—lying, lying, lying.
0, bah! 0, dear!
What talk I hear,
. And thinner, weaker, feebler growing ;
These fellows are
Too bad by far,
The horns of their employers blowing ;
Blow, merchants, blow! Set the big stories flying,
Blow, merchants;;answer, salesmen—lying, lying, lying.
Ah ! would they try
To live—or die—
By manly toil, despairing never !
But no, each soul
Plays woman's r61e,
And tape and yardstick rule forever !
Go, merchants, go ; send these young spoonies flying ;
And you, oh, salesmen, stop your lying, lying, lying.
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HINT TO BIOGRAPHERS.
What's in a name ? A deal, particularly if it be the name of a
book by the Rev; J. H. Ingraham, L-LJ). The Reverend Doctor
Ingraham, having made the most of Lafitte, the celebrated Pirate
and Inventor of Claret, has turned his attention to David the King
of the Jews, and thus elaborately christens his new work :
The Throne of David ; or, the Rebellion of Prince Absalom ; being an Illustration of the Splendor^ Power, and Dominion of the Reign of the Shepherd, Poet,
Warrior, King, Prophet: In a Series of Letters* Addressed by an Assyrian Embassador, Resident at the Court of Jerusalem, to his Lord and King on the throne of
Nineveh ; wherein the Glory of Assyria, as well as the Magnificence of-Judsea, is
presented to the Reader as by an Eye Witness. By the Rev. J. H. Ingraham,
Here is certainly a capital and novel idea. We beg leave to announce that we shall soon publish :
The Ijfe of Benjamin Franklin : who was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in
the Year of our Lord, One Thousand Seven Hundred and Six, of Poor but Honest
Parents ; who was Printer's Devil to his Brother, cut his Composing Stick, and absconded to Philadelphia, in the Streets of which City he was observed by his Future Wife, eating a Penny Roll; who was a Member of the Continental Congress,
a Signer of the Declaration of Independence, the Discoverer of Thunder and
Lightning ; who visited Europe in a Diplomatic Capacity, Was Governor of Pennsylvania, and, having amassed a considerable Property, was consequently called
Poor Richard,'and died in the Year of our Lord One Thousand Seven Hundred and
Ninety, in the Eighty-Fourth Year of his Age, highly respected. By a Warm Admirer. Fiftieth Thousand^