A RUM 'UN.

JOHN HOXY made his obeisance to the Recorder on Sunday morning. He was arrested the previous night on the Levee, but whether he was travelling towards Carrollton, the Third Municipality, the river, or the swamp, the watchman for the life of him could not tell. He would strike of at a tangent here, and trace out an obtuse angle here or a parallelogram there, as if he were supplying the place of a compass in drawing out geometrical figures.

Hoxy was an old looking fellow. Nature drew lines across his forehead which the non-application of water rendered black, so that it would be naturally concluded his brains were expunged; his proboscis seemed to have been stuck on his face out of spite. There was a curl in his upper lip like a horizontal in the front of a fiddle, and his face was as varied in colour as a dying dolphin.

"Hoxy," says the Recorder, "you were on the Levee, so late as twelve o'clock. going?"

arrested last night Where were you

"Well, Judge," said Hoxy, "that's a puzzler; I'm bless'd if I knew where I was going. I'll tell you what, Squire, hard cider may be a very good thing, but when taken to excess it creates a mighty strange sensation, I tell you. I took a horn or two extra of it at the log cabin frolic in the evening, and I'm blamed if it didn't leave me in such a state as that I thought I had discovered perpetual motion. I believed that the Mississippi had broke loose and was running like fury down to the swamp; that the ships and steamboats at the Levee were navigating the clouds; that the St. Charles Hotel had performed a somerset and was sitting on its dome, resting itself after the fatigue consequent on the exertion; I thought the burning of the lamps was nothing less than a general conflagration, and that great big black troopers, encased in armour and riding long tailed horses, were issuing from the old calaboose, and cutting off the heads of every one who came in their way." "How did you escape the general slaughter, Mr. Hoxy?" asked the Recorder.

"Why bless your honour's innocent eyes," said Hoxy," my head was knocked off twice, but I placed it on each time by

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the application of the highly concentrated syrup of sarsaparilla and pills-it was the genuine article, your honour, got at old 96, and they could'nt therefore kill this child."

"Did you take any thing but hard cider on Saturday?" said the Recorder.

"Nothing," said Hoxy, "except a few gin slings in the morning, three or four toddies in the course of the day, and, I forget how many, brandies and water in the evening."

"O, I see how it is," says the Recorder, instead of this general confusion which you fancied you witnessed-this legion of black emissaries and lopping off of heads, it was the man with the poker that ministered to your mind's disease.Take him down for thirty days," added the Recorder, "for he is not compus mentis even yet."

When the officer went to take Hoxy down he battled as furiously against him as Don Quixote did against the windmill, swearing that they wanted to make a President of the United States of him but he would return to private life.

THE AMERICAN EAGLE AND DANIEL O'CONNELL.

BRYAN MAGUIRE and Phil Mahony were yesterday charged before the Recorder with fighting and disturbing the peace on Monday night. Their appearance told that they belonged to neither the peace nor temperance societies.

"Mahony and Maguire, you have been fighting," said the Recorder. "Have you any thing to say to the charge?" Mahony looked at Maguire, and Maguire scratched his head with his dexter hand and looked at the ground.

"I see that neither of you has any defence to make,” said the Recorder.

"O yis, yer hanour," said Bryan, “Phil has; he'll till ye all about it, for he's got the larnin': he brags himself of sackin' a schoolmaster, and of bein' as far as 'The Rule of Three in Fractions.' Spake to him, Phil."

And acting on the hint, Phil spoke:-" May it plase this hanourable coort; meself and Bryan here was last night takin' two juleps, as happy and as comfortable as if we'd found a leperahaun's goold, or was in possession of a four lafed shamrouge, and cud git what we wanted jist for askin' it. And how cud we be otherwise? for, as I said afore, there was

our juleps afore us, wid the ice shinin' in the tumblers like lumps of diamonds, and the mint clusthered all over the top o' thim, remindin' a body of the green fields of ould Ireland. "Now I think,' sis Bryan to me

"I think," said the Recorder, " that I evince great patience in listening to all this. Why do you not at once reply to the charge ?"

"That's what I'm comin' to," said Phil: "so, as I was sayin', sis Bryan to me, sis he, 'I b'lieve, Phil,' sis he, 'there was a time in Ireland whin it 'ud be thrason to dhrink one of thim julips there,' sis he. I suppose ye mane since Father Mathew made thim all timperance min ? sis I. "No,' sis he; but in '98.' Why in '98 ? sis I. Jist bekase they're green,' sis he; 'ye know any one that showed a prefirence in thim days for the national colour in any way, they wor aither hung or sint to Botany Bay. 'Don't ye know,' sis he, what the ould song sis?

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"It's a poor disthrissed country

As iver yit was seen;
They're hangi'n min and womin
For the wearin' of the green,'

'O, I know all that,' sis I; 'yis, and it 'ud be so still only for O'Connell

"O, Dan was the boy

That in spite of King or Queen
Pulled down the orange

And ran up the green.'

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And after singin' this verse he tuck up his tumbler and said, 'Here's his health! I'll not dhrink it,' sis I. Thin ye're no Irishman,' sis he. As good as you are,' sis I; but I'll dhrink no man's health who sis a word aginst the Amirican Aigle, that floats above and watches over the nist where liberty hatches her young.' 'O, I knew ye had the Saxon dhrop in ye,' sis he. It's a lie,' sis I. "Take that thin,' sis he. And that is I; and to it we wint, and át it we kept till the watchman arristed S. But we talked the thing over in the watch house last night, and made it all up. Bryan sis he'd suffer to be cursed be the priest rayther than propose O'Connell's health, if he knew that he said a word against the Amirican Aigle; so if yer hanour lits us off this time, we'll naither brake the pace nor one another's head for a month of Sundays."

The Recorder took them at their words and ordered their immediate discharge.