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SENTIMENT AND APPETITE.

We remember an amiable enthusiast, a worshiper of nature after the manner of Rousseau, who, being melted into feelings of universal philanthropy by the softness and serenity of a spring morning, resolved, that for that day, at least, no injured animal should pollute his board; and having recorded his vow, walked six miles to gain a hamlet, famous for fish dinners, where, without an idea of breaking his sentimental engagement, he regaled himself on a small matter of crimped cod and oyster sauce—­Q.  Rev.

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FORTIFICATION.

The walls of Tenchira, in Africa, form one of the most perfect remaining specimens of ancient fortification.  They are a mile and a half in circuit, defended by 26 quadrangular towers, and admitting no entrance but by two opposite gates.

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MEDIOCRITY, in poetry, is intolerable to gods and to booksellers, and to all intermediate beings.

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SONNET TO THE CAMELLA JAPONICA.

BY W. ROSCOE, ESQ.

  Say, what impels me, pure and spotless flower,
    To view thee with a secret sympathy? 
    —­Is there some living spirit shrined in thee? 
  That, as thou bloom’st within my humble bower,
  Endows thee with some strange, mysterious
    power,
    Waking high thoughts?—­As there perchance
      might be
    Some angel-form of truth and purity,
  Whose hallowed presence shared my lonely hour? 
    —­Yes, lovely flower, ’tis not thy virgin glow,
    Thy petals whiter than descending snow,
  Nor all the charms thy velvet folds display;
    ’Tis the soft image of some beaming mind,
    By grace adorn’d, by elegance refin’d,
  That o’er my heart thus holds its silent sway.

The Winter’s Wreath.

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PIGS.

One day when Giotto, the painter, was taking his Sunday walk, in his best attire, with a party of friends, at Florence, and was in the midst of a long story, some pigs passed suddenly by, and one of them, running between the painter’s legs, threw him down.  When he got on his legs again, instead of swearing a terrible oath at the pig on the Lord’s day, as a graver man might have done, he observed, laughing, “People say these beasts are stupid, but they seem to me to have some sense of justice, for I have earned several thousands of crowns with their bristles, but I never gave one of them even a ladleful of soup in my life.”—­Lanzi.

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TURKISH FIREMEN.