Here is one upon a gambler, who died of some sort of sickness, superinduced by some description of disease:—­

“His hand was so bad that he laid him down here;
But up he will certainly jump,
And quick follow suit for the rest of the game
When Gabriel plays his last trump.”

Here is one on a truly unfortunate member of the human race:—­

“Here lies CORNELIUS COX,
who, on account of a series of unhappy occurrences, the principal
of which were a greatly increased rent and consumption of
the lungs,
Got himself into a tight box.”

The ladies must not be neglected.  Sweet creatures! even on tombstones we sing their praises.  This is to the memory of a fashionable and lovely siren of society:—­

“She always moved with distinguished grace,
And never was known to make slips. 
At last she sank down into this grave
With the neatest of Boston dips.”

An old lady in Bangor, Maine, sends the following entertaining anecdote of one of our most distinguished fellow-citizens:—­

The late Senator R-----, who, by the way, was a very portly man, was in
the habit of riding over the fields to consult Judge B-----, his wife’s
cousin, on points of extra-judicial import.  One morning, just as he was
about to get down from his horse.—­(NOTE BY ED.—­The middle of this
anecdote is so long, so dull, and has so little connection with either
the head or the tail, that it is necessarily omitted.)

“Well,” said the Judge, “what would you do then?”

“I don’t know,” said the Senator.  “Do you?”

If our public men were, at all times, as thoughtful as these two, the country would be better for it.

NECESSARY NOTE.—­Persons sending anecdotes to this Drawer (or those reading them), need not expect to make anything by the operation.

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PRUSSIAN PRACTICE AND PROFESSION.

KING WILLIAM of Prussia thinks he has a mission to perform, and goes on his present raid in France as a missionary.  To an unprejudiced sceptic, however, needle-guns, rifle-cannons, requisitions on the country, devastations of crops, bombarding of cities, and the rest of the accompaniments of his progress are, if possible, even worse in their effects upon the unhappy people subjected to his missionary efforts than the New England rum which accompanied the real missionaries in their descent upon the now depopulated islands of the Pacific.  Private people with missions are nuisances, but public people with such ideas are simply unbearable.

In the case of kings, if we may trust the democratic movement which this war in Europe is aiding so greatly, the only mission the people will soon allow to kings is dis-mission.

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Prussian Cruelty.

“A PASS for THIERS,” the telegrams state, has been promised by the King of Prussia.  There is a sound of mockery in this.  Prussia’s obstinacy in pushing the war has made so many widows and orphans that all France is a PASS for TEARS.