Stupendous Lizard.

Mr. Bullock, in his Travels, (just published) relates that he saw near New Orleans, “what are believed to be the remains of a stupendous crocodile, and which are likely to prove so, intimating the former existence of a lizard at least 150 feet long; for I measured the right side of the under jaw, which I found to be 21 feet along the curve; and 4 feet 6 inches wide:  the others consisted of numerous vertebrae, ribs, femoral bones, and toes, all corresponding in size to the jaw; there were also some teeth:  these, however, were not of proportionate magnitude.  These remains were discovered, a short time since, in the swamp, near Fort Philip; and the other parts of the mighty skeleton, are, it is said, in the same part of the swamp.”

Digby’s Philosophy.

Sir Kenelm Digby was a mere quack; but he was the son of an earl, and related to many noble families.  His book on the supposed sympathetic powder, which cured wounds at any distance from the sufferer, is the standard of his abilities.  This powder was Roman vitriol pounded.  From this wild work, we, however learn, that the English routine of agriculture in his time was—­1st. year, barley; 2nd. wheat; 3rd. beans; 4th. fallow.—­Pinkerton.

Critics.

Thought, comprising its enumerated constituents and detailed process, is the most perfect and exalted elaboration of the human mind, and when protracted is a painful exertion; indeed, the greater portion of our species reluctantly submit to the toil and lassitude of reflection; but from laziness, or incapacity, and perhaps in some instances from diffidence, they suffer themselves to be directed by the opinions of others.  Hence has arisen the swarm of critics and reviewers, those clouds that obscure the fair light that would beam on the mind of man, by his individual reflection, and through his existence degrade him, by a submission to assumed authority;—­a voluntary blindness, that excludes him from the observation of nature, and through indolence and credulity render his noblest faculties feeble, assenting, and lethargic; and delude him to barter the inheritance of his intellect for a mess of pottage.—­Dr. Haslam.—­Lancet.

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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

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MUNCHAUSEN RIDE THROUGH EDINBURGH.

We were sitting rather negligently on an infernal animal, which, up to that day, had seemed quiet as a lamb—­kissing our hand to Mrs. Davison, then Miss Duncan, and in the blaze of her fame, when a Highland regiment, no doubt the forty-second, that had been trudging down the Mound, so silently that we never heard them, all at once, and without the slightest warning, burst out, with all their bag-pipes, into one pibroch!  The mare—­to do her justice—­had been bred in England, and ridden,