The Gallic rooster shall “cackle, cackle, clap his wings and crow,” Unter der Linden.  Jena judges us, Auerstedt is our status.  The Man of Destiny and December calls you.  The God of armies (who marches with the strongest battalions) is with us.

La gloire et des Grenouilles, France and fried potatoes. L’Empire et moi et le prince Imperial.  En avant marche!

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A District that ought to be subject to Earthquakes.

Rockland County.

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[Illustration:  THE CELESTIAL SCARECROW IN MASSACHUSETTS.

IT CONSISTS OF A CHINESE GONG AND A LOT OF PUPPETS WORKED BY THE HANDS OF
CAPITAL; AND SOME PERSONS THINK IT A GOOD JOKE.]

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THE VULTURE’S CALL.

          Come—­sisters—­come! 
      The din of arms is rising from the vale,
        Bright arms are glittering in the morning sun
      And trumpet tones are ringing in the gale! 
          Hurrah-hurrah! 
          As fast and far
      We hurry to behold the blithesome game of War!

          Haste—­sisters—­haste! 
      The drums are booming, shrill fifes whistling clear,
        The scent of human blood is in the blast,
      And the load cannon stuns the startled ear. 
          Away—­away! 
          To view the fray,
      For us a feast is spread when Man goes forth to slay.

          Rest—­sisters—­rest! 
      Here on these blasted pines; and mark beneath
        How war’s red whirlwind shakes earth’s crazy breast
      And cumbers it with agony and death. 
          Toil, soldiers, toil,
          Through war’s turmoil,
      We Vultures gain the prize—­we Vultures share the spoil.

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Not Generally Known.

The new three cent stamp smacks of the Revolution; containing, as it does, the portraits of two military heroes of that period.  General WASHINGTON will be recognized at once, while in the background can be discerned that brilliant officer—­General GREEN.

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Our Future Millionaires.

Once let the Celestials get our American way of doing business, and there will be plenty of China ASTORS among us.

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THE POEMS OF THE CRADLE.

CANTO II.

      “Hey!  Diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
        The cow jumped over the moon. 
      The little dog laughed to see the sport,
        And the dish ran after the spoon.”

These were the classic expressions of the hilarious poet of a period far back in the vista of ages.  How vividly they portray the exalted state of his mind; and how impressed the public must have been at the time; for did not the words become popular immediately, and have they not so continued to the present day?