‘Thunder!’ he exclaimed; ‘what a lot you city fellers with l’arnin’ into you do know!  Ten thousand dollars an acre!  Ad-ver-ti-sin’!  What an idee!  I guess I’ll buy the land on a morgidge right away. Hee, hee, hee—­it’s a first-rate notion—­and I a-dopt it.  Mister, if you want a drink o’ cider, you can get it at that are red house you see down yander.  Good-mornin’!’

And off he went.

’You’ve made that fellow’s fortune—­when you ought to have caved his head in,’ remarked C. Pia as the two brutes disappeared.

‘It is the mission of the artist to benefit every body except himself,’ I rejoined.  And refilling my pipe I went on with my ‘picter.’

Yours truly, GALLI VAN T.

Truly ’Art is—­well—­a—­it’s a great thing, and hath its many lights and shadows,’ as Phoenix or some body once ascertained.  And we trust that Galli Van T. will continue to depict the same in his peculiarly affecting style.

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Among the curiosities of literature which the war has brought forth, one of the most piquant is a little pamphlet entitled, Southern Hatred of the American Government, the People of the North, and Free Institutions, recently published by R.F.  Wallcut, of Number 221 Washington street, Boston.  It consists entirely of selections from the columns of Southern newspapers—­all of them rabid, and we may very truly add, ridiculous; especially since the fortunes of war have made so much of their Bobadil bluster appear like the veriest folly.  Many of them are old acquaintances—­who, for instance, can have forgotten the following, from the Richmond Whig?

’This war will test the physical virtues of mere numbers.  Southern soldiers ask no better odds than one to three Western and one to six of the Eastern Yankees.  Some go so far as to say that, with equal weapons, and on equal grounds, they would not hesitate to encounter twenty times their number of the last.’

As regards those who go so far, it may be remarked that by this time they have illustrated Father O’Leary’s remark of the people who, not ‘belaving in Purgathory, wint further and fared worse.’  But there is more of this ‘chivalric’ spirit in the same article.  For instance, it doubts ‘whether any society since that of Sodom and Gomorrah’ [Paris is entirely too mild an example] ’has been more thoroughly steeped in every species of vice than that of the Yankees.’  Infanticide is hinted at as prevailing as extensively as in China.  The Yankees ’pursue with envy and malignity every excellence that shows itself among them unconnected with money; and a gentleman there stands no more chance of existence than a dog does in the Grotto del Cano!’

The elegance and refinement of the same editorial from the Whig, appears from the following.  A portion, which we omit, is too foully indecent for republication: