ST. PATRICK emptying the snakes out of his boots.

TRUE LOVE never running smooth.

NO MAN acting Hero to his valet de chambre.

ROBERT BONNER taking DEXTER by the forelock with one hand, and TIME with the other.

Subjects like these might be worked out to advantage.  The field in which they are to be found is almost unlimited; and they possess abundantly the two grand essentials to success in art at the present time, as well as in literature—­novelty and sensation.

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H.G. and Terpsichore.

AMONG the strange revelations about Tribune people elicited during the MCFARLAND trial, was the bit of gossip about Mr. GREELEY going to Saratoga to “trip the light fantastic toe.”  That Mr. GREELEY’S toe is “fantastic,” every body who has ever inspected his “Congress gaiters” must know, but as to its lightness we have our doubts.  “What I know about dancing” would be a capital subject for H.G. to handle, and we hope that he will take Steps for doing it.

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Sweeny’s New Charter.

      How doth the busy Peter B.,
       Improve each shining hour! 
      From nettled young Democracy,
       He plucks the safety-flower.

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From Rome.

The POPE is said to be “out of Spirits.”  Why doesn’t he come to New-York, where he can get plenty of the article, either in the sense of the Tap or in that of the Rap?

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“He who was Born to be Hanged,” etc.

On one of the mornings of the MCFARLAND trial, a very importunate person attempted to force his way into the court-room, which, as he was told, was already crowded “to suffocation.”  To this he retorted that he “wasn’t born to be suffocated.”  That’s in substance what the late JACK REYNOLDS said, and he was mistaken.

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The Difference.

Rice riots are reported as raging in all the ports of Japan.  Rye was the principal mover in the famous conscription riots of New-York.

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A Celestial Idea.

No wonder the Chinese theatre in San Francisco is a success, considering how skilful the actors must be in catching the Cue.

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JUMBLES.

Did you ever hear of my friend BOOTSBY?  “No.”  That’s rather queer.  I see—­you’ve been out of town.  BOOTSBY is a man of standing—­of decided standing, I may say.  He stands, in fact, a great deal.  The heavy standing round he does is enormous when the limited capacity of a single mortal is taken in view.  BOOTSBY stands round among every class of people, and especially of politicians and potationers.  He stands round to talk, to hear, and especially to drink.  The power of the