'Did I ever talk brown to you, Sir, or blue, or any other of the devil's colors? You say I have. Beg your pardon, Sir, but you--are mistaken in the individual. I am this day, Sir, multiplied by two. I am duplicate. I am number one of an indefinite series, and there's my continuation. And you observe, it is not a block, nor a block-head, nor a painting, nor a bust, nor a fragment of any thing, however beautiful; but a combination of _all_ the arts and sciences in one; painting, sculpture, music, (hear him cry,) mineralogy, chemistry, mechanics, (see him kick,) geography, and the use of the globes, (see him nurse;) and withal, he is a perpetual motion--a time-piece that will never run down! And who wound it up? But words, Sir, are but a mouthing and a mockery.
'When a man is nearly crushed under obligations, it is presumed that he is unable to speak; but he may bend over very carefully, for fear of falling, nod in a small way, and say nothing; and then, if he have sufficient presence of mind to lay a hand upon his heart, and look down at an angle of forty-five degrees, with a motion of the lips, unuttered poetry, showing the wish and the inability, it will be (well done) very gracefully expressive. With my boy in his first integuments, I assume that position, make the small nod aforesaid, and leave you the poetry unuttered.'
We hope our readers will soon welcome 'JULIAN' as heartily to our pages as they were wont to do aforetime.
STORY OF 'THE LITTLE BLACK SLIPPER.'--The spirited sketch of '_The Little Black Slipper_,' which ensues--the beautiful manuscript of which is a treasure to our compositors--was accompanied by a characteristic notelet from our esteemed friend and correspondent, 'H. P. L.,' of Philadelphia, to the following purport: 'The accompanying MS., the production of my amiable friend, Mr. JAMES O'FISTIAN, of Castle-Bangeroary, details a little incident in his '_Careerings and Loaferings in Other Lands_,' and--among _other_ ladies. I have copied it and corrected it from his original MS., but can lay no claim to its vitality. Its publication would prove a jubilition to its author:'
'SAID I, 'HARRY, where did you get that slipper?' Said he, 'JAMES, this is the tale: