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MR. BROWN, OF CALIFORNIA
TO THE BUNKUM FLAG-STAFF DR.
turned aside to sell a pair of patent | the oar like a gallon-slave, leading suspenders - he wished the devil an exciting life of mind, and our had 'em both.
subscriber Mr. Brown in Californy, where the gold is picked up in the
streets, wants to pay us in conterToo Bad. - We have received nental currency! We won't have from a subscriber in California, it! Also, a pictur' of cupid' on from one Amos Brown, in part pay copper !
What do we want of for one year's subscription, the fol- kupid? We have had enough of lowink articles which in his pecoo- kupid in our day. Magnificent liar spelling, he says is all the sur-man this Brown is. He also sends kelatin' medium he can raze at pre- us a long letter very badly speld, so sent. Please gimme kredet into bad that we can't put it into · Flagthe next · Flag-Staff' for following Staff.' We herewith send him our articles :
bill, and he may pay it or not as he • 1. Kase lam's wool. Don't likes : bring too near phire. (This by experiment we found to be gun- To one year's subscription, One hundred Dollars. cotton, and by-the-by, we going to ask what has becum of Let us see if his generosity will gun-cotton lately? It made quite a take the hint. noise a spell ago.)
• 2. Kopper ornerment to put on the back of your watch with pictur' The weather has been very of kupid leading his sun bi a chane. for this climate
•3. One conternental Spanish A large sturgeon was caught in milled half dollar, (it aint worth a this (we believe it was) harbor, day cent.)
before, (we think it was) yester• 4. The balans in Turkey day. money.' (A small Turkish copper Since the death of our lamented coin.)
President, the politicians have been Our feelings were hurt. Not on the qui (do’nt you call it) vive. one of the above articles are in
Captain Coddle is dead, and bore cluded among those received by us his dyin' testimony to the säas. for pay as advertised in prospectus. Is Mrs. Partington of the present Living in California, could he not day, any relation of the old lady who have sent us some of the dust ? A tried to sweep the sea out of her mere handful ? What would it door with a broom? have been to him? Why are men No connection of this
paper so unwilling to part with the dust? with Trumpet Blast of Freedom.' Of the hundreds who have it, not What a ram's horn blast that felone in a hundred but hang onto it low do blow ! as if it was a part of their own na- The gash that was lately talked
We think it hardens the about do n't seem to burn. It is heart, and makes men more tight made of hidergen. We suspek the and stingy than what they were light is well enough, but as one of before. What is gold good for our Boston cotempery's has adeunless to make our feller men quately said, people can't happy? Here are we chained to through the Paine.
turbance. They had been and gone and got a Original Poetry.
butcher's blather, and had loaded it down up to
the hilt with selfrated hidergen gash, and they A BEGGAR told his sorrows one by one. was a-pumping it up right up into my lecturI answered, 'gold and silver have I none;' room. It was too bad. The first division went And turned my back and waved a sad good bye. out and never come back: a clear loss to us of When seeing tears were standing in my eye,
ten dollars. It was an xlent class. Those who • Oh! rich man decked with diamonds from the wish to learn sammody requested to come, and mine,
the rest stay away. Mr. PETER Cram will be in Why deem,' he said, that treasures are not his room to-morrow morning, where he also takes thine?
daguerreotypes. Also a patent churn, to go by Let me but gaze upon those sparkling gems dog-power. And those informed ladies and otherAnd kings may wear their precious diadems.' wise who mean to come, as we hope they doo,
terms moderate, that the police will be hired at a fixed salery to keep out the gash. It is too bad.
We think we never smeld a more dreadful killin' Selected Poetry.
smell ; enough to generate the Shatick colera, no matter how healthy the community might be, besides breaking up the continuity of classes.
WANTED, a lawyer who will take pay in sing. BY TH08. RANDALI, A RESIDENT OF EATON, N. E. ing, and prosecute to the xtent of the law (makes
no difference how xtensive the law may be) those Air : Old Hundred and Fifty.
evil-disposed persons who use the gash. Can
any doctor furnish us with an eye-wash, and take GREAT GOD, I'll gaze and sing thy praise,
sammody in pay? Also in need of a few planed
pleank or boards to make benches out on, those Here in this world of wonder; While stars do praise, and comets blaze,
now composin' the seats bein' full of splints, and
not been sot on long enough to get smooth. We Each wakes my heart like thunder.
have a little patent Opoddledoc we can recom
mend ; twenty-five cents a bottle. The clouds do clash, while lightnings' flash
Would the tenor singer we instructed in NorLight up the vault of heaven;
wich, Connecticut, inform us of his whereabouts? The winds do pour, while thunders roar;
Parents are informed that young children will be Thence wat'ry drops are given.
instructed in manners, and no pay asked or re
quired. Mr. Cram throws it in, to make the The clouds in haste are swiftly chased,
measure full, heapin' down, runnin' over. Call Drove by a windy motion ;
soon, as his stay in Bunkum is more than ordiWithout delay they wing their way,
nary limited, and bring your singin'-books with Borne to the briny ocean.
New classes continually forming. Thence, if they 're dry, receive supply,
To increase their wat’ry treasure ; Without delay they soar away,
STish to-morrow morning, as soon as the sun And deal it out by measure.
rises, a magnificent new work, of the above title, pronounced by adequate judges (and we rely on no others than those that are adequate) equal, if
not superior, to Mr. Cooper's "Spy.' STRIDGY' Advertisements.
is a novel of land and water, steam-ships, sailing
vessels, sloops, schooners and rail-roads; and in inhabitants of Bunkum and the adjacent we have resolved to put it at sixpence. Who is and adjoining vicinity, that he has come to this there that cannot put out his hand and reach a place cal'latin' to lectur' and form classes in Sam-sixpence ? Send in your ordures, as the first mody. He has been taughting for some time in edition is exhausted before it is gone to press. the western ked'ntry, where he 'gin the most perfect satisfaction. The glorious art of music is not appreciated, military bands excepted, which MILLIONS, &c.- Water, Mush, and other
Millions, now on hand by the wagon-load. he feels fully conscious of being capable of so Also, Straw, Black, Huckle, and other Berries, doing, by a thorough knowledge of his system of from Water, Shrews, and Canter Bury, the Jersey rhythm, melody, and dynamics. Some attend to and other sands. rhythm at the expense of melody, and some melodious at the expense dynamics, while
' THROUGH THE NOSE AND MEÖUTH comprehends all three. It walks up and makes its bow to
Cucumbers rhythm, takes melody by the hand, and inculcates P. P.,...
Grits a thorough and entire knowledge on the part of T. T......... the peupils of dynamics, thus includin' with its Mr. Johnson, Cherry Valley.. Hay, Oats, 5 busbels
2 shillin's, in part pay wide arms the whole subject of sammody. Who EPHENETUS TOMPKINS, would be ignorant of sammody? This was known ELKARAT LAWRENCE,.
... Some Joist when the mornin' stars sang together for jëoy.
.3 pair Stockin's Mr. PETER CRAM respectfully invites those who SQUEAKING JOHNNY,.
I load Manure are come, cal'latin' to make disturbance in his JEROTHNAIL BUBBINS,.
$1,25 lectur's, to stay away. Having recovered from AHOLIBAMAH JONES,..
.Dried Apples fits, he doos not want ink-stands, or any other Dony Wix,.....
Sour Crout stands, to be thrown at his head, but when he PETER KERNIPPLE, Saugerties, . Shorts
75 cents says Seound !' xpex those who are honest to A. V. M....... hold up their heads and seound. Can also teach POOR MAN IN ARKANSAS,....... A lock of Hair spellin' and writin'. A case of this kind recently From • INSOLVENT,'.
.Many Thanks presented. Some fellers came underneath his From A. B., J. R., &c, sundry things; but we are, lectur’-room for the express porpoise to make dis- too sick to go on.
Codle EN SANTA SE S TEM CU TEASTERN Singing A Scriptions have been received for Flag-Staff:
It is a good paper.'
Bunkum Flag-Staff published every now and then at Bunkum, and also at the office of
• It beats our own paper all holthe KNICKERBOCKER in New-York. low; there is more humor into it.' It will take a firm stand on the side
Trumpet-Blast of Freedom. of virtue and morality.
It has received the most marked enco
Horses and cabs to let by the miums from the press and from in- editor. Old newspapers for sale at dividooals. Our brother has also this offis. WANTED, AN APPRENwritten to us in most flatterin'terms
He must be bound for eight of our journal. We shall endeavor
years, fold and carry papers, ride to merit these marks of favor, and post once't a-week to Babylon, Peit affords us the most adequate sat
quog, Jericho, Old Man's, Mount isfaction to inform our readers that Misery, Hungry Harbor, HetchaMiss MARY ANN DELIGHTFUL, the bonnuck, Coram, Miller's Place, pleasant writer, who is all smiles Skunk's Manor, Fire Island, Mosand dimples, is ENGAGED not to quito Cove and Montauk Point, on be married, reader, though that is our old white mare, and must find an event no doubt to take place and blow his own horn. RUN but is engaged to furnish a series AWAY, AN INDENTED APPRENTICE, of articles for this paper. Other named John Johns, scar on his talent will be snapped up as it oc- head, one ear gone, and no debts curs. All kinds of job-work exe-paid of his contracting. California cuted with neatness and despatch. gold, banks at par, pistareens, fipThe Fine Arts and Literature fully penny bits and Uniten’d Stets' curdiscussed. There will be a series rency in general, received in subof discriminating articles on music, scription. Also, store-pay, corn, to which we call the attention of potatoes, rye, oats, eggs, beans, amatoors. PRINCIPLES OF 'Ninety- pork, grits, hay, old rope, lambs’Eight, and all the great measures wool, shovels, honey, shorts, dried of the day, as well as all other prin- cod, catnip, oil, but’nut bark, paints, ciples, fully sustained ; vice up- glass, putty, snake-root, cord-wood, rooted by the heels, and cast him hemp, live geese feathers, saxafax, like a noxious weed away. For dried apples, hops, new cider, axefarther particulars see large head: handles, mill-stones, hemlock-gum,
bacon and hams, gingshang-root,
vinegar, punkins, harness, ellacomIt gives us pleasure to state that paine, hops, ashes, slippery-ellum the Flag-Staff meets with the warm bark, clams, nails, varnish, sheetapprobation of our brother, from iron, hogshead shooks, old junk, whom the following is an extract :
sapsago cheese, whisk-brooms, ma*DEAR BROTHER : I like your “Flag-Staff? very nure, and all other produce, taken much for the independen' course it pursues; people in this part of the ked'ntry approve it in exchange. highly. Uncle John is sick with the rheumatiz,
Those who do n't want the Your affectionate brother, last number of the FLAG-STAFF
Peter Wagstaff.' Mr. Woolsey approves it :
please return it to this offis, post
paid, as the demand for that num6 MY DEAR FRIEND: I like your paper very much.
"Joun Woolsey."" ber is very great. A patent churn
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Contents of the Present Number.
Ah! why should I be sad to-day,
And weep among the flowers, While Nature holds her bridal gay
To cheer the noontide hours ?
Say, am I not of temper mild,
To feel the gladsome thrill That wakes the wood, the mountain wild,
The running, rippling rill ?
The little birds that cheer the day,
And wake the morning hours, The same glad song to evening pay
Amid these secret bowers :
The tender ivy, bright and fair,
That twines the noble tree, Fades not in desolate despair,
Though storms should rend it free.
The brook that sparkles in the glade,
The flower that blushes near, Have each their sunshine and their shade,
Yet they laugh through their year :
But I am left to mourn alone,
My tears must ever flow;
Now shines upon my wo.
ART. I. EDITORIAL LEADER.
II. ALBERT PIKE. III. ADVENTURE IN AN OMNIBUS. IV. TO CORRESPONDENTS. V. OLD AND YOUNG DR. HUMBUG.. VI. TOO BAD. VII. A BOTTLE OF WINE. VIII, ITEMS. IX. POETRY. X. MR. CRAM. XI. STRIDGY. XII. MILLIONS, &c. XIII. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS. XIV. PROSPECTUS. XV. TABLE OF CONTENTS.
L A M E N T:
THE NORTH-AMERICAN REVIEW for the July Quarter. Boston: CHARLES C. LITTLE and JAMES
BROWN. New-York: C. S. FRANCIS AND COMPANY.
PUNCTUAL to the day comes this long-established and influential Quarterly, freighted with more than its accustomed variety, and distinguished on the present occasion by somewhat more than its wonted fire and spirit. There are one or two papers in the present' issoo that bite shrewdly.' The usual collection of brief Critical Notices' is omitted, unless the various speeches, letters, reports, etc., touching the 'Action of Congress on the California and Territorial Question,' may be supposed to constitute such collection ; but independent of these, there are nine articles proper, upon the following themes : "Sir T. E. Buxton's Labors as an opponent of Slavery ;' TrumBULL'S ' Public Records of Connecticut;'THOMPSON and KAEMPTZ on Meteorology ;' LODGE's Translation of WINCKELMANN on Ancient Art;' COOPER'S “ Ways of the Hour - Trial by Jury;' 'HAWTHORNE's Scarlet Letter ;' ' Alison's Poems and Lectures on Art;' 'Sir John FRANKLIN and the Arctic Regions;' and ' Public Libraries.' Of these several papers, those which have most interested us are those on TRUMBULL'S 'Public Records of Connecticut,' on Cooper's Ways of the Hour,' and • Sir John FRANKLIN and the Arctic Regions ;' although the articles on WINCKLEMANN and on 'Public Libraries' are eminently readable. From the paper upon Cooper we make the following extract. The author of "The Spy,' the ‘Pilot' and 'Red Rover, who is so well known to the reading world in almost all modern languages, can afford to receive any amount of critical punishment without flinching :
MR. Cooper as a novelist is but the ghost of his former self. He committed literary suicide at least ten years ago; and the volume now before us, though it bears his name, certainly affords no proof of his resurrection, or the restoration of his faculties. We are provoked enough to doubt the asseveration of the title page; The Ways of the Hour is not written by the author of The Spy; it is a lame and impotent caricature of that author's manner, exhibiting and exaggerating all his faults, but showing none of his excellencies, and not animated' by one spark of his genius. With some glaring defects of manner, with ill-jointed and most improbable plots, feeble delineations of character, and an abundance of prosy conversations, the earlier fictions of that author still showed so many striking merits, as fairly to earn for him, for a while the title of the American novelist. His strength consisted chiefly in his descriptive power and his skill as a narrator. Many of the scenes and incidents. created an interest that was almost painful. The escape of the pedler spy with a squadron of Vir. ginia light-horsemen at his heels, the chase of an American frigate by an English squadron, the wreck of the Ariel, the defence of the island at Glenn's Falls against a troop of savages, and the battles of Lexington and Bunker's Hill as witnessed by Lionel Lincoln, are passages almost unmatched for power, vivacity, and scenic effect by any novelist except Scott. The remainder of the story through. which these fine sketches were distributed was generally a curious piece of patchwork, the best quality of which was negative; it did not avert the reader's attention from the incidents, and land or sea views, which alone were worthy of it. Characters supposed to be men and women flitted about, and held interminable conversations with each other about nothing at all ; these were necessary, indeed, for the progress of the story, but they were none the less incumbrances. Mr. COOPER never invented but two probable and interesting characters in his life; Long Tom Coffin and the