"Vo, Vo, Vo" the old man cried, With "Pinch," I watched his bed that night, And there he sleeps his last sweet sleep,- J. Keegan. OLD TIMES AND NEW. "Twas in my easy chair at home, I sat and puffed my light-cigar, I mused upon the Pilgrim flock, In my mind's eye, I saw them leave Alone that noble handful stood Their creed and watchword, "Trust in God, And keep your powder dry." Imagination's pencil then That first stern winter painted, When more than half their number died, A tear unbidden filled one eye, My smoke had filled the other I knew I was alone-but lo! (Let him who dares, deride me ;) I looked, and drawing up a chair, Down sat a man beside me. His dress was ancient, and his air, And said, "I'm Richard Warren. "You'll find my name among the list "I could some curious facts impart- "Ask on," said I; “I'll do my best Says he, "First tell me what is that His finger pointed to the grate, Dug from the earth,"-he shook his head "It is, upon my soul !" I then took up a bit of stick, One end as black as night, And rubbed it quick across the hearth, My guest drew back, uprolled his eyes, Upon a pipe just overhead I turned a little screw. When forth, with instantaneous flash, Uprose my guest: "Now Heaven me save," Aloud he shouted; then, "Is that hell fire ?" Tis gas," said I, "We call it hydrogen." Then forth into the fields we strolled; Rumbled the wheels, the whistle shrieked, Far streamed the smoky cloud; Echoed the hills, the valleys shook, The flying forest bowed. Down on his knees, with hand upraised "Great is the Lord our God," cried he; "I've seen his chariots of fire, The horsemen, too, thereof; Oh may I ne'er forget his ire, "Rise up, my friend, rise up," said I, That was no chariot of the sky, 'Twas the New York mail train." We stood within a chamber small- From Worcester, Springfield and New York, It came-it went-silent and sure He stared, smiled, burst out laughing; "What witchcraft's that?" "It's what we call Magnetic telegraphing." Once more we stepped into the street; Said Warren, "what is that Which moves along across the way As smoothly as a cat? "I mean the thing upon two legs, "It has the gift of speech, I hear; "That's what we call a woman!" "A woman! no-it cannot be," But oh! they're strangely altered." I showed him then a new machine A labor-saving hennery, That beats the very dickens! Thereat he strongly grasped my hand, "Your telegraphs, your railroad-trains, "Have turned the earth so upside down, He vanished in a minute. A. C. Spooner. INVECTIVE AGAINST MR. FLOOD, (1783). IT is not the slander of an evil tongue that can defame me. I maintain my reputation in public and in private life. No man who has not a bad character can ever say that I deceived; no country can call me cheat. But I will suppose such a public character. I will suppose such a man to have existence. I will begin with his character in its political cradle, and I will follow him to the last state of political dissolution. I will suppose him, in the first stage of his life, to have been intemperate; in the second, to have been corrupt; and in the last, seditious; that after an envenomed attack upon the persons and measures of a succession of viceroys, and after much declamation against their illegalities and their profusion, he took office, and became a supporter of government when the profusion of ministers had greatly increased, and their crimes multiplied beyond example. At such a critical moment, I will suppose this gentleman to be cor rupted by a great sinecure office to muzzle his declama tion, to swallow his invectives, to give his assent and vote to the ministers, and to become a supporter of gov ernment, its measures, its embargo, and its American war. I will suppose, that with respect to the Constitution of his country, that part, for instance, which regarded the Mutiny Bill, when a clause of reference was introduced, whereby the articles of war, which were-or hereafter might be passed in England, should be current in Ireland without the interference of Parliament-when such a clause was in view, I will suppose this gentleman to have absconded. Again, when the bill was made perpetual, I will suppose him again to have absconded; but a year and a half after the bill had passed, then I will sup pose this gentleman to have come forward, and to say that your Constitution had been destroyed by the Per petual Bill. With respect to commerce, I will suppose this gentleman to have supported an embargo which lay on the country for three years, and almost destroyed it; and when an address in 1778, to open her trade, was propounded, to remain silent and inactive. In relation to three fourths of our fellow-subjects, the Catholics, when a bill was introduced to grant them rights of property and religion, I will suppose this gentleman to have come forth to give his negative to their pretensious. With regard to the liberties of America, which were inseparable from ours, I will suppose this gentleman to have been an enemy, decided and unreserved; that he voted against her liberty, and voted, moreover, for an address to send four thousand Irish troops to cut the throats of the Americans; that he called these butchers “armed negotiators," and stood with a metaphor in his |