I The Society upon the Stanislaus. RESIDE at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James: I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games; And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our society upon the Stanislow. But first I would remark, that 'tis not a proper plan And, if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim, To lay for that same member for to "put a head on him!" Now, nothing could be finer, or more beautiful to see, Than the first six months' proceedings of that same society; Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones That he found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones. Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal, that was extremely rare; And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault; [vault; It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones' family He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town. Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen; upon the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. For in less time than I write it, every member did engage In a warfare with the remnants of a paleozoic age; And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin, Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games, For I live at Table Mountain and my name is Truthful James, And I've told in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our society upon the Stanislow. -Bret Harte. Faithless Nelly Gray. EN BATTLE was a soldier bold, BEN And used to war's alarms; But a cannon ball took off his legs, Now as they bore him off the field, The army surgeons made him limbs; Now Ben he loved a pretty maid- But when he called on Nelly Gray; "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Said she, "I loved a soldier once, For he was blithe and brave; But I will never have a man With both legs in the grave. "Before you had those timber toes Your love I did allow; But then, you know, you stand upon "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! "Why, then," said she, "you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your "O false and fickle Nelly Gray shoes Though I've no feet, some other man Is standing in my shoes. "I wish I ne'er had seen your face, But now, a long farewell! For you will be my death; alas! You will not be my Nell!" Now when he went from Nelly Gray His heart so heavy got, And life was such a burden grown, It made him take a knot, So round his melancholy neck One end he tied around a beam, And there he hung till he was dead For, though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down. A dozen men sat on his corpse, -Thomas Hood To a Mosquito. O, these were sights to touch an anchorite !— What sayest thou, slanderer? "Rouge makes thee sick, Poisons the thirsty wretch that bores for blood!" That bloom was made to look at, not to touch, To worship, not approach, that radiant white; And well might sudden vengeance light on such As dared, like thee, most impiously to bite. Thou shouldst have gazed at distance, and admired, Murmured thy adoration, and retired. Thou'rt welcome to the town; but why come here And thin will be the banquet drawn for me. Fix thy light pump, and raise thy freckled feet. There corks are drawn, and the red vintage flows, B The Nose and the Eyes. ETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose; So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. "In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear Which amounts to possession, time out of mind." Then, holding the spectacles up to the court, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, 'Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('T is a case that has happened, and may happen That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes; To the Pliocene Skull. A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS. ["A human skull has been found in California, in the pliocene formation. This skull is the remnant, not only of the earliest pioneer of this State, but the oldest known human being. The skull was found in a shaft one hundred and fifty feet deep, two miles from Angel's in Calaveras County, by a miner named James Matson, who gave it to Mr. Scribner, a merchant, and he gave it to PEAK, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! | "Older than the beasts, the oldest Palæotherium; Hid in lowest drifts below the earlies stratum Of volcanic tufa! Older than the trees, the oldest Cryptogamia; "Eo-Mio-Plio-whatsoe'er the 'cene' was "Tell us of thy food-those half-marine refections, That those vacant sockets filled with awe and wonder- Tell us thy strange story! "Or has the Professor slightly antedated By some thousand years thy advent on this planet, "Wert thou true spectator of that mighty forest Reared its columned trunks in that remote and distant "Tell us of that scene-the dim and watery woodland, mosses, Lycopodiacea "When beside thee walked the solemn Plesiosaurus, "Speak, thou awful vestige of the earth's creation Tell the wondrous secrets of thy past existence- Even as I gazed, a thrill of the maxilla And from that imperfect dental exhibition, "" "Which my name is Bowers, and my crust was busted -Bret Harte. THE Mrs. Caudle's Lecture on Shirt Buttons. "HERE, Mr. Caudle, I hope you're in a little better temper than you were this morning. There, you needn't begin to whistle; people don't come to bed to whistle. But it's just like you; I can't speak, that you don't try to insult me. Once, I used to say you were the best creature living; now, you get quite a fiend. Do let you rest? No, I wont let you rest. It's the only time I have to talk to you, and you shall hear me. I'm put upon all day long: it's very hard if I can't speak a word at night; and it isn't often I open my mouth, goodness knows. Because once in your lifetime your shirt wanted a button, you must almost swear the roof off the house. You didn't swear? Ha, Mr. Caudle! you don't know what you do when |