That work was scarce, and times were hard,
  And very ill at home they fared,—­
  And, more than this, a bounteous Heaven
  To them a little babe had given,
  Whose brief existence could attest
  This world’s a wintry world at best. 
    A silver crown, whose shining face
  King William’s head and Mary’s grace,
  Dropped in his hand.  The Governor spoke,—­
  His voice was cracked—­it almost broke,—­’If
  work is scarce, and times are hard,
  There’s a large wood-pile in my yard;
  Of that you may most freely use,
  So go and get it when you choose.’ 
  Then on he walked, serenely feeling
  That there he’d put an end to stealing. 
  The accuser’s sense of duty grew
  The space ’twixt him and Governor too.

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‘The Anaconda is tightening its folds,’ and at every fold the South cries aloud.  The following bit of merry nonsense, which has the merit of being ‘good to sing,’ may possibly enliven more than one camp-fire, ere the last fold of the ‘big sarpent’ has given the final stifle to the un-fed-eralists.

THE ‘ANACONDA.’

Won’t it make them stop and ponder? 
Yes! ’t will make them stop and ponder! 
What?—­The fearful Anaconda! 
(All.) Yes!  The fearful Anaconda! 
(Chorus.) Stop and ponder!—­Anaconda! 
Big and fearful; big and fearful,
Big and fearful Anaconda!

Is not that the Rebel South? 
Yes! that is the Rebel South. 
Arn’t they rather down in month? 
(All.) Yes! they’re rather down in mouth! 
(Chorus.) Rebel South, down in mouth,
Stop and ponder!—­Anaconda! 
Big and fearful, &c, &c.

Is not that the traitor DAVIS? 
Yes! that is the traitor DAVIS! 
Don’t he wish he could enslave us? 
(All.) Yes! he wanted to enslave us! 
(Chorus.) Traitor DAVIS, can’t enslave us. 
Rebel South, down in mouth,
Stop and ponder!—­Anaconda! 
Big and fearful, &c. &c.

Isn’t that the gallows high there? 
Yes! that is the gallows high there! 
And JEFF DAVIS that I spy there? 
(All.) ’Tis JEFF DAVIS that you spy there. 
(Chorus.) Hanging high there, DAVIS spy there. 
Traitor DAVIS, you enslave us! 
Rebel South, down in mouth,
Stop and ponder!—­Anaconda! 
Big and fearful, big and fearful,
BIG AND FEARFUL ANACONDA!

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Our ever-welcome New Haven friend re-appears this month, with the following jest:—­

The other day lawyer JONES, of Hartford, Conn., wrote a letter to my friend PLOPP, whom he supposed to be in Hartford at the time.  The missive was forwarded to PLOPP, who is in Newport.  It requested him to ‘step in and settle.’  PLOPP replied: 

    My dear JONES:—­

    Yours of 10th is rec’d.  I reply,—­

    1st.  I can’t step in, because I am not in Hartford.