I am thine in my gladness,
    I’m thine in thy tears;
  My love it can change not
    With absence or years. 
  Were a dungeon thy dwelling,
    My home it should be,
  For its gloom would be sunshine
    If I were with thee. 
  But the light has no beauty
    Of thee, love bereft: 
  I am thine, and thine only!
    Thine!—­over the left! 
                    Over the left!

  As the wild Arab hails,
    On his desolate way,
  The palm-tree which tells
    Where the cool fountains play,
  So thy presence is ever
    The herald of bliss,
  For there’s love in thy smile,
    And there’s joy in thy kiss. 
  Thou hast won me—­then wear me! 
    Of thee, love, bereft,
  I should fade like a flower,
    Yes!—­over the left! 
                  Over the left!

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A gentleman in Mobile has a watch that goes so fast, he is obliged to calculate a week back to know the time of day.

A new bass singer has lately appeared at New Orleans, who sings so remarkably deep, it takes nine Kentucky lawyers to understand a single bar!

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A NATURAL DEDUCTION

  Why S—­e is long-lived at once appears—­
  The ass was always famed for length of ears.

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WIT WITHOUT MONEY;

Or, how to live upon nothing.

By VAMPYRE horseleech, ESQ.

“Creation’s heir—­the world, the world is mine.”—­Goldsmith.

Philosophers, moralists, poets, in all ages, have never better pleased themselves or satisfied their readers than when they have descanted upon, deplored, and denounced the pernicious influence of money upon the heart and the understanding.  “Filthy lucre”—­“so much trash as may be grasped thus”—­“yellow mischief,” I know not, or choose not, to recount how many justly injurious names have been applied to coin by those who knew, because they had felt, its consequences.  Wherefore, I say at once, it is better to have none on’t—­to live without it.  And yet, now I think better upon that point, it is well not altogether to discourage its approach.  On the contrary, lay hold upon it, seize it, rescue it from hands which in all probability would work ruin with it, and resolutely refuse, when it is once got, to let it go out of your grasp.  Let no absurd talk about quittance, discharge, remuneration, payment, induce the holder to relax from his inflexible purpose of palm.  Pay, like party, is the madness of many for the gain of a few.