of times which you have recently let yourself fall into the hands of the watch, I do say that you must be composed of some very verdant material."

Mr. Moon got his third quarter in the workhouse from the Recorder.

TOM STAR.

TOM STAR, a fellow of lean visage and vinegar aspect, whose wardrobe was made up of shreds and patches, was arrested in Carondelet street on Friday night "strolling his hour" on the side walk. The stars of heaven were veiled in the hazy atmosphere of the night, and Tom Star thought it a fitting time for him to shine out in all the radiance of dramatic splendour.

1 Tom.

"O grim lock'd night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art, when day is not!

O night, O night, alack, alack, alack.'

D-n me, I feel as if I could take another brandy toddy: is there no house open ?"

"I say, my covey," says Charley, "I'm blow'd if you aint either slew'd, mad, or in love."

Tom.-"Yes, I own I have a distempered brain. But what's the cause? Aye, there's the rub.

'Lovers and madmen have such seething brains-
Such sharping phantasies, that apprehend

More than cool reason ever comprehends:

The lunatic, the lover and the poet

Are of imagination all compact.'

But tell me, hast thou seen my Julia?"

"I doesn't know the young 'ooman," says Charley"What's her number? Who is she?"

"Her number! who is she!" says Tom Star, echoing the queries of the watchman. "Her number 1 precisely know not, but well do I know she is all that painting can express or youthful poets fancy, when they love!"

"O, I sees," says Charley," that you is a reg'lar goner. I'm blow'd if Pease horehound candy, or Stillman's highly concentrated compound syrup of sarsaparilla and pills can cure you."

Tom Star" Alas! thou speakest truly, too truly.—

'Oh could I feel as I have felt or be what I have been,

Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanish'd scene:
As springs in deserts found seern sweet, all brackish though they be,
So 'midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to me.'

[Here Tom pulls from his coat pocket a faded and unwashed remnant of a French silk pocket handkerchief, which he applies to his orbits and acts the pathetic. He then dashes off at a tangent from sorrow to joy, and commenced singing]

"And let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink;

A soldier's a man,

A life's but a span

Why then, let a soldier drink.'"

"Stop that ere," said Charley; "it aint agreeable to the stature in that case made and provided, to sing in the streets at this time o' night."

Tom Star-"Fool! knowest thou not that canticles are sung

'Where angels join in harmony:

Preposterous ass! that never read so far

To know the cause why music was ordained!""

"O, there aint no use in all this here poe-try and nonsense," said Charley. "You is evidently either mad or in love, which is about the same thing if it was figured out rightlyIf I was to leave you here you might commit suicide, and the law would bring me in as accessary to the fact, for not doing my duty; so you must come to the watch'us."

Tom Star, assuming a firm step and in a theatrical stride, advanced to Charley, and grasping him like a maniac, he said in a voice a la Forrest "Good friend, for such I call thee, I am nor mad, nor do I love--I loved once, but away with the passion now! But I hate the world, and

'There is no passion

More spectral or fantastical than hate;

Not even its opposite, love, so peoples the air
With phantoms, as this madness of the heart!'"

"Very well," said Charley, "I'll argue that pint 'ud you to-morrow;" and without listening to another word from Tom Star he took him to the watchhouse.

Yesterday morning poor Tom looked like a tree prema

turely despoiled of its foliage, or like King Lear in the storm

scene.

"Tom Star," says the Recorder.

"Tom Star," repeated the officer, " dont you hear yourself called ?"

"When it is my cue to answer," said Tom, coolly folding his arms and casting a disdainful look at the watchman—“ Ï need no prompter. Sir," he continued, turning to the judge and sinking his head somewhat-"I am your most obsequi

ous servant."

"Mr. Star," said the Recorder, "you are charged with being found drunk last night."

"Yes," says Tom, "I own I was drunk. I got drunk in one of my weaknesses; it seems to be a failing inseparable from genins.

'O, that a mighty man of such descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!''

Recorder. The watchman charges you with being abusive to him."

but

Tom Star.-"Doubtless, your honour, I may have been; you know what the immortal Bard of Avon says

'Good wits will be jangling: but gentles agree.'

But," continued Mr. Star, "where is my accuser ?"

"Watchman Higgins," said the Recorder; and immediately a clean shaved watchman with a well starched, white collared shirt sticking up round his jaws made his appearance. "Here he is," said the Recorder.

Tom Star.

"That face of his do I remember well:
Yet when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war.''

"No matter how he looked," said the Recorder, "he is the man who arrested you."

"Well," said Tom Star," before this court and high heaven I”

"Silence," said the Recorder.

Tom Star.

"I must have liberty

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh.'

Cruel Julia," he continued, first clasping his hands and looking up at the ceiling and then striking his forehead-" Cruel Julia

'The time was once, when thou unurged wouldst vow

That never words were music to thine ear,

That never object pleasing to thine eye,
That never touch-welcome to thy hand,
That never meat sweet savor'd to thy taste,

Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee!'"'

"That will do," said the Recorder, who found that Tom Star was neither a dangerous or suspicious character, but one the chamber of whose senses were partially empty-" That will do, you may go ;" and Tom went off, R. H. U. E., which in stage parlance means, right hand upper entrance.

A JOLLIFICATION IN JAIL.

WITH even the poor outcast inmates of the parish jail Christmas-day was a day of festivity and temporary social enjoyment.

Mr. Bouligny, the sheriff, gave them on Christmas-day what is termed in flash phrase "a blow out." He had prepared for them some fine pieces of roast beef, a couple of whole hogs, had plums put in their rice pudding, and gave them a double allowance of grog. In fact, he did every thing to make them happy for the day, and they did every thing, on their part, to second his humane intention. Many of them seemed to forget, for the time being, that the felons brand was on their forehead-that crime had attainted their character, and that in a country where all are by right alike free, they have voluntarily forfeited that proud privilege, and are the manacled captives of their country, instead of enjoying as they should, all the immunities, social and political, of its citizenship. But a truce to moralizing. They were happy on the occasion. Why should not we be while describing it?-so we will fly off at a tangent from grave to gay.

THE DINNER.

The table was laid in the large yard of the prison, and the viands having been dished up, Jim Jones was by unanimous acclamation called on to take the stool, and John Smith was voted in Vice.

A JOLIFICATION IN JAIL.

MR. JONES' SPEECH.

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Jim Jones, on taking the stool, said "Fellow-freemen !— ["Oh! oh!" from two members on the right of the stool, and "I'm blowed if that ain't a good 'un!" from a little terrierfaced fellow on the left of the president. There were cries of "Order! order!" from several parts of the table, and order being restored, Mr. Jones proceeded.]-Fellow-prisoners: 1 now say, as I was about to say when I was interrupted by my friends on the right and left, I thank you for the honour you have conferred on me by calling me to preside at this festive board. Were I to tell you how deeply, how intensely I feel the compliment, I would be compelled to steal the language-nay, the very ideas themselves, from the published proceedings of some political dinner party; and this would be petty larceny, indeed a crime so mean, that were I guilty of it, I would deserve, and I feel certain I would receive, the scorn and contempt of every gentleman at this table who has, like myself, made a profession of roguery, and is capable of appreciating honour among thieves."

Here a long, hungry-looking fellow cried out-" Why, look here, Mr. Chairman: this here gammon will do very well byand-bye; but doesn't you see that the soup is getting cold!"

Mr. Jones." I assure the gentleman who leaves here for Baton Rouge on Saturday, with the advice and consent of twelve of his fellow-citizens, that I bave not a word more to say on the present occasion."

John Smith [rising]." Vel, with the parmission of the chair, I has just a vord or two to slip in edgevize. I calls on the chairman to say if there vasn't nothin' personal in appointin' me to the sitivation of wice."

Chairman.-"Mr. Vice, I cannot open the door for discussion at the present time."

Vice.-"Vell then, I'm blowed if I don't break it open, and there von't be no burglary in that-it ain't sunset yet!"

Order being at length restored, the Rev. Mr. De Putron was called on to say grace, after which operations were commenced, and the tinkling of tin plates told of the justice which was being done to the repast.

"Mr. Granger," said the chairman to a fellow with a swivel eye, who sat near the centre of the table, and was vigorously engaged in anatomizing a rib of roast beef-" Mr. Granger, my friend on my right charges you with eating no dinner!"