be with me?' 'Nothin', only, when you get through with that shirt of mine that you've got on your back, and are struttin' in, I'd just thank you to leave it at the bar!' A loud laugh followed this exposure. The 'cock's comb' was 'cut;' his feathers drooped, and amidst much 'cackling' he vanished from the 'gay and festive scene.' WE give below a perfect representation of one among many ice-bergs which were seen in the vicinity of the 'Great Banks,' by the passengers of the United States mail-steamer 'BALTIC,' on her voyage to England in May last. It was seen from the weather-bow and quarter of the ship, and was drawn from actual view at the time, by the accomplished surgeon of the vessel, Dr. W. H. A. CRARY. We are indebted to our friend and correspondent, 'KIT KELVIN,' for the drawings from which the engravings are made:

The secona engraving shows another view of the same berg, and exhibits the manner in which it is being eaten away in the centre, by a warmer medium and the incessant action of the waves:

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The ice-berg here represented was believed to be some two hundred and fifty feet out of the water; and when the sun shone on its splintered peaks, its appearance was grand and beautiful in the extreme. It was doubtless coming in co tact with such a mass of 'thick-ribbed ice' as this, that sent 'poor POWER' and his fellow-passengers in 'The President' to their last account. Apropos of icebergs, is a highly graphic sketch, recently published by one of the officers of the GRINNELL Arctic Expedition, of sailing under an arch in one as high as the 'Natural Bridge' in Virginia; and while looking up through the blue-green mass, seeing it severed by an awful fissure, parting and closing by the motion of the sea. What a position! The venturous spirits 'backed out' of the ice-arch at the 'meetest 'vantage of the time.' HERE is a very pleasant extract

from 'Pierpont's Centennial Celebration Poem,' delivered at Litchfield, (Conn.,) not many weeks since. It brings up in long review all the 'BARLOW' and 'jackknives' we ever possessed, and all the kites, wind-ships, water-wheels, windmills, bass-wood-whistles, and 'pop' and 'squirt'-guns we ever made with them:

'THE Yankee boy, before he 's sent to school,
Well knows the mysteries of that magic tool,
The pocket-knife. To that his wistful eye
Turns, while he hears his mother's lullaby;
His hoarded cents he gladly gives to get it,
Then leaves no stone unturned till he can whet it;
And, in the education of the lad,

No little part that implement hath had.
His pocket-knife to the young whittler brings
A growing knowledge of material things.
Projectiles, music, and the sculptor's art,
His chesnut whistle, and his shingle dart,
His elder pop-gun, with its hickory rod,
Its sharp explosion and rebounding wad,
His corn-stalk fiddle, and the deeper tone
That murmurs from his pumpkin-leaf trombone,
Conspire to teach the boy. To these succeed
His bow, his arrow of a feathered reed,
His wind-mill, raised the passing breeze to win,
His water-wheel, that turns upon a pin;

Or if his father lives upon the shore,

You'll see his ship, 'beam-ends upon the floor,'
Full rigged, with raking masts and timbers staunch,
And waiting, near the wash-tub, for a launch.
Thus, by his genius and his jack-knife driven,
E'er long he'll solve you any problem given;
Make any gim-crack, musical or mute,
A plough, a coach, an organ, or a flute;
Make you a locomotive or a clock,
Cut a canal, or build a floating dock,

Or lead forth beauty from a marble block;
Make any thing, in short, for sea or shore,

From a child's rattle to a seventy-four.

Make it, said I? Ay, when he undertakes it,

He'll make the thing, and the machine that makes it.
And, when the thing is made, whether it be

To move on earth, in air, or on the sea,
Whether on water, o'er the waves to glide,
Or, upon land, to roll, revolve, or slide;
Whether to whirl or jar, to strike or ring,
Whether it be a piston or a spring,
Wheel, pulley, tube sonorous, wood or brass,
The thing designed shall surely come to pass;
For, when his hand's upon it, you may know
That there's go in it, and he'll make it go.'

A FRIEND mentioned to us the other evening a striking instance of 'literal rendering' on the part of an Irish servant. His child was taken with convulsions in the night; his wife, in jumping suddenly from the bed, to aid the little sufferer, sprained her ankle, and could not walk: the servant-girl was aroused, and told to go and put water on the fire at once, as the child was in convulsions. Off she went; and by and by, the father, who had his mustard, etc., ready for the hot water, becoming tired of the delay, descended to the kitchen, which he found full of steam, looming through which, in one corner, stood the Irish servant-girl. She had put the fire entirely out, by following the simple direction: 'Put some water on the fire.' Fortunately the ridiculous blunder had no serious consequences. THERE is a latent bit of fun in this scrap of hybrid latinity: THEODORO HOOKо, una die, cum amico ambulante, hominem viderunt potu oneratum. 'Ecce!' exclamat amicus, illic vide hominem inebriatum quem cognosco, et qui se teetotallerum appellat!' 'Haud miror,' respondi HookUS, 'nam scis, quod ipse cum T (tea) tipsy sit.'' WELL, we did hear something just now that was about as 'verdant' as any thing we have encountered

for a long time: 'What does that picture mean, in Broadway, of two jack-asses with their heads together?' asked an acquaintance of us; and what is the joke of the words underside, 'When shall we three meet again?' They ain't but two on 'em!' We ventured hint to the querist that he made the third; and the thought at once penetrated to his entire thimble-full of brains. beautiful stanza is 'conserved' for posterity, from a poem in the 'Waverley Magazine:'

"THE sweet name 'Lucy' was engraved

Upon that marble white;

I think that I have never seen

A more interesting sight!'

THIS

CORRESPONDENTS will be pleased to bear particularly in mind, that all communications intended for publication in the KNICKERBOCKER, all inquiries in relation to such communications, whether already sent or to be sent, must, to receive requisite attention, be addressed to L. GAYLORD CLARK, Editor KNICKERBOCKER Magazine, Number 139, Nassau-street, New-York. Business communications should be addressed to the publisher, Mr. SAMUEL HUESTON, at the same address. 'JOSEPH WATKINS,' writes a south-western correspondent, although not a man we've read of,' was yet years ago the most regular 'soaker' we ever saw. He could drink more 'bald-face' than any man 'on the hill.' He was reckless and 'extravagant;' that is, he spent all his money for 'hardware.' He was kind and indulgent to his pale, withered-looking wife and tow-headed children, and yet a bruising bully at all musters and elections. Old Joe had been 'kicking up åhind and afo'e' till he had got somewhat advanced in years; and as he had passed through numberless camp-meetings unscathed, he was given over to hardness of heart by many of the 'brethring.' It happened, however, that 'Mister WATKINS' was convicted under the preaching of a Baptist divine, and after having given satisfactory evidence to the 'proper authorities' of his conversion, was taken to the 'branch' to be baptized. The minister and the candidate waded 'down into the water.' The parson arranged Joe's hands, and had given him some whispered directions how to act; and was just upon the point of completing the ceremony, when our hero, who should have been oblivious to all 'foes without and fears within,' after casting a searching gl. nce around him, as he was about to be immersed, yelled out, 'Look here, Brother SMITH, it is too d―d snaky here!'' - WE have received from Messrs. LEE AND WALKER, Chesnut-street, Philadelphia, some twenty pieces of music, consisting of songs, etc., which, for beauty of paper and printing, we have never seen surpassed. As to the music, much of it we know to be very beautiful. Of the rest we shall speak more fully when we hear them played by two young misses who are 'far away' at school. They do not hesitate to say that 'all are very pretty, and such as any one can learn who will only take the pains.' . WE have received from the editor of 'The Bunkum Flag-Staff' the following extract from his 'Extra Issoo, of the last date.' We are assured in a private note from the respected proprietor of that journal, that adequate arrangements have been made to 'place it onto a basis of the firmest footing,' in the 'course of perhaps not a very long time, at least.' The 'Extra Issoo' bears the startling words 'AWFUL CONFLAGRATION!' on its front, which calamity it proceeds to describe as follows:

'FROM the caption at our mask-head, it will be seen that our town has become the theatre of another of those sublime but heart-rending, heart-sickening exhibition of the elemental of fire, which we should set it down at the round aggregate and sum total of not less than ten thousand

dollars, which has ever been our lot to record in these columes, including three stores, a bowlingsaloon, and a couple of stables, a colt and three horses, one a mayor, which reoslutely, with the most blind-hearted infatooation, refused to come out of the blaze, whose awful cries with the hizzing of flames and pumping of 'Fire-Engine No. 3' grate upon our ears while we pen this article. We have just come from the burning ashes of this terrible waste of human property; and when we see a beautiful penan-forty and other things of great valoo mixed up in heterogeneous confusion, we could hardly find heart to write what we feel. Not a dollar of insurance! The whole is a sum total loss, except a valable milch-cow whose calf has got away. Three dollars reward: see our advertising colums. (No charge: they've suffered enough.) Only to think of so many years labor: it all goed in one night, and not a wreck behind. What a leson of the uncertingty of human affairs!

'But who we ask is to be found guilty of this crime? Who arson'd this town clandecently, unbeknown'st to any one before hand? Where was our spirited public authorities, when the property of our fellow-citizens was put in jepardy? Who is to blame? Oh 'no body,' we presume; of course, nobody. We will tell you. Let the keepers of that bowling-saloon answer it to their MAKER as they will have to do when this question is finally brought to the test at the last day. Let them who licensed the bowling-saloon answer with the conflagration still staring them into the face! That there is guilt somewhere we presume that no sensible individooal disposed to have any reasonable manner of doubt. If so, whoo? Whoo? We will tell you. It is those young gentlemen who may be seen coming out of a certain grocery with their eyes red with dram-drinking on a Sunday morning. Is there not a certain deacon, we ask, who is sometimes seen sneaking around that corner? We mention no names. Will our girls marry such young men who frequent such places? If it was not for the bowling-saloon no doubt at this moment the stores standing, the horses and mayor safe, the calf found, and the piano good for any number of tunes ahead, where now a melancholy waste, and the owners out of pocket; while the authorities who licensed the bowling-saloon still at large and probably will do till the judgment day. Ladies, don't look at 'em! They are the authors of this dispensation of PROVIDENCE, without shadow of doubt, if they have any consciences, which they perobably have not got any. Let the owner of the calf look to them for disbursation.

WE stop the press to announce that the calf has been found, and we are glad of it. We say again emphatically that the bowling-saloon is the root of the whole matter. These things must be tracked somewhere, and where you goin' to track 'em if not to the bowling-saloon? It has led astray more young men than any institution in this village since our streets was paved. And when we heard the fire-bell's first ring, we was not at all surprised that the mischief was from that 'ere bowling-saloon. It is a burning, blistering shame that such stupendous things should be tolerated in an accomodating Christian communit- where there are three churches and public schools. What's the use-t of Sabbath, if our young men must frequent corner groceries and a bowling. saloon? If that 'ere bowling-saloon nad not been where it was, no doubt many who are now in their graves would have been alive and their widows provided for every comfortabel; and there are many resectable youths whose parents no doubt think that they are at a prayer-meetin', little dreaming that they are into a bowling-saloon. When we think of how many good books are published, and how many excellent religious tracks are now for sale at our counter, it is a matter of marvel that any can be found to frequent a bowling-saloon or such like places of that description which are on the high road to hell. We never remember but once-t in our lives of having frequented a bowling-saloon and that to bring away our devil, who from the moment he went there began to drink beer till we discharged him. If bowling-saloons must be tolerated in a community like this, then the quicker we pack up and be off with our types the better. Our property is not safe. Ten thousand dollars all burnt to the ground in one hour, and that by the influence of a bowling-saloon! Would we let our son THOMAS go to such places? We'd see him in his grave first. The church yard is literally filled with people who have attended a bowling-saloon! 'O, Temporal! O MOSES!"

RUMINATING leisurely homeward to-night, the damp wind playing like an Eolian-harp upon the telegraph-wires, which, bedecked with the flaunting remnants of city-boys' kites, were stretching through the misty metropolis into the great inland, we could n't help soliloquising for a moment upon that mighty invention: "There go the iron lines, along the broad river's side, past its shadowy sails and bright-lighted steamers; by wastes of heath and swamp; by pine-covered mountains, whose shaggy tops are fretted by the winds of heaven; by the shores of vast lakes, lifting up all their great multitude of waves;' amidst all varieties

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of atmosphere; here a 'sudden cold,' there the heat-lightning 'playing i' the plighted cloud!' Yes, there sweep the wires! — bearing the hopes and fears, the ambitions and the defeats, the avarice and cupidity of man!' Here we were interrupted in our thoughts by the welcoming shout of 'Young KNICK.,' who was skating with one skate, on a scanty strip of half-frozen Croton, before the sanctum. Our 'wire-drawn' reverie was ended. - Now that the season of holiday presents is at hand, we shall be doing our metropolitan readers good service by reminding them, that aside from such eminent depositories as TIFFANY, YOUNG AND ELLIS'S, WILLIAMS AND STEVENS's, etc., there may be found, at the capacious wholesale house of Messrs. JEROLIMAN, MOTLEY AND COMPANY, on the site of the old Park-Theatre, the finest collection of rare ornamental goods, in their kind, to be found in America. Their collection of papier-maché desks, ladies' dressingcases, work-boxes, cabinets, etc., of all sizes and prices, exceed in elegance and beauty any similar goods we have ever encountered. Their articles in leather are scarcely less desirable. Ladies and gentlemen's dressing-cases, port-folios, reticules, albums, backgammon-boards, port-monnaies, etc., are in this department in an almost infinite variety of patterns and prices. In every thing implied by ornamental stationery, there is not such a collection in America; papers, in all varieties, ivory-work, fine cutlery, and the like. In short, the establishment is itself a curiosity, both as to extent and variety. THE inhabitants of a small town not a hundred miles from Gotham, considering that they had as much right to bore KOSSUTH with a speech as their neighbors, appointed a committe to wait upon him at 'the IRVING,' and welcome him to our shores, etc. none of them were in possession of more knowledge than the law allows, but being of the 'mute inglorious MILTON' order, they determined to cast lots for a speaker. It chanced to fall upon a son of the Emerald isle, who was not much addicted to newspaper-reading. He had heard that KOSSUTH was an exile, and as the words exile and Ireland were associated together in his mind, he thought of course that KOSSUTH must be a Milesian. So, stepping up to him, after the ceremony of introducing the deputation was over, he addressed him thus: 'Illustrious MCGUIRE!' In spelling the word 'Magyar,' 'from the ear,' he had divided it thus: 'Mag-y-ar!' The Fourth Annual Benefit of the American Dramatic Fund Association took place at NIBLO's on Wednesday, the third of December. We are glad to learn that the fund is in a most prosperous condition, having an invested capital of over ten thousand dollars, and an annual income of twelve hundred dollars a year. Much credit is due to the officers of the institution for the manner in which they have managed it, turning neither to the right nor to the left, but pursuing one straight course. They may well feel proud of the success of their labors. ONE gets accustomed to reading certain advertisements, in the daily journals, now that writing them has become an art, with as much gusto as the daily news. We enjoy some of them, of a morning, as much as we do our murders. Our friend, Mr. LUCIUS HART, Number 6, Burling-slip, is facile-princeps in this kind. He reads, evidently, and thinks, and appreciates, if he is busily engaged in handing over his counter the numerous varieties of his tasteful and elegant fabrications. Here is his last:

LD WINTER has returned: the forest leaves have taken leave: the boughs bow to the rude

OLD

'Bougas are daily rifled

By the gusty thieves,
And the Book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves'

is postponed.