circle; which I have done by a rule drawn from the radii of the circle and the diagonal of the square. And by my rule the area of the square will equal the area of the circle.

Sesq Your terms are to me incomprehensible. Diagonal is derived from the Greek. Dia and goneo, that is, "through the corner." But I don't see what it has to do with a circle; for if I understand aright, a circle, like a sphere, has no cor

ners.

Digit. You appear to be very ignorant of the science of numbers. Your life must be very insipidly spent in poring over philosophy and the dead languages. You never tasted, as I have, the pleasure arising from the investigation of a difficult problem, or the discovery of a new rule in quadratic equations.

Sesq. Poh! poh! (Turns round in disgust and hits Digit with his cane.)

Digit. Oh, you villain !

Sesq. I wish, sir

Digit. And so do I wish, sir, that that cane was raised to the fourth power, and laid over your head as many times as there are units in a thousand.

Oh! oh!

Sesq. Did my cane come in contact with the sphere of attraction around shin? I must confess sir

your

Enter TRILL.

But here is Mr. Morrell, Salve Domine! Sir, your servant.
Trill. Which of you, gentlemen, is Mr. Morrell?

Sesq. Oh! neither, sir. I took you for that gentleman. Trill. No sir; I am a teacher of music. Flute, harp, viol, violin, violoncello, organ, or anything of the kind; any instru ment you can mention. I have just been displaying my powers at a concert, and come recommended to the patronage of Mr Morrell.

Sesq. For the same purpose are that gentleman and myself here.

Digit (still rubbing his shin). Oh! oh!

Trill. Has the gentleman the gout? I have heard of ite

being cured by music. Shall I sing you a tune? Hem! hem! Faw

Digit. No, no; I want none of your tunes. I'd make that philosopher sing, though, and dance, too, if he had n't made a vulgar fraction of my leg.

Sesq. In veritate, that is, in truth, it happened forte, that is by chance.

Trill (talking to himself). If B be flat, me is in E.

Digit. Ay, sir; this is only an integral part of your conduct ever since you came into this house. You have continued to multiply your insults in the abstract ratio of a geometrical progression, and at last have proceeded to violence. The dignity of Archimedes Digit never experienced such a reduction descending before.

Trill (to himself). Twice fa sol la, and then comes me again.

Digit. If Mr. Morrell does not admit me soon, I'll leave the house, while my head is on my shoulders.

Trill. Gentlemen, you neither keep time nor chord. But if you can sing, we will carry a trio before we go.

Sesq. Can you sing an ode of Horace or Anacreon? I should like to hear one of them.

Digit. I had rather hear you sing a demonstration of the forty-seventh proposition, first book.

Trill. I never heard of those performers, sir; where did they belong?

Sesq. They did belong to Italy and Greece. Trill. Ah! Italy! There are our best masters, such as Morelli and Fuselli. Can' you favor me with some of their compositions?

Sesq. Oh, yes; if you have a taste that way, I can furnish you with them, and with Virgil, Sallust, Cicero, Cæsar, and Quintilian; and I have an old Greek Lexicon which I can spare.

Trill. Ad libitum, my dear sir, they will make a handsome addition to my musical library.

Digit. But, sir, what pretensions have you to the patronage of Mr. Morrell? I don't believe you can square the circle.

Trill. Pretensions, sir! I have gained a victory over the great Tantamarrarra, the new opera singer, who pretended to vie with me. 'Twas in the symphony of Handel's Oratorio of Saul, where you know everything depends upon the tempo giusto, and where the primo should preceed in smorgando, and the secondo, agitati. But he was on the third ledger line, I was an octave below, when, with a sudden appoggiatura, I rose to D in alt, and conquered him.

Enter DRONE.

Drone. My master says how he will wait on you, gentlemen. Digit. What is your name, sir?

Drone. Drone, at your service.

Digit. No, no; you need not drone at my service. A very applicable name, however.

Sesq. Drone? That is derived from the Greek Draon, that is, flying or moving swiftly.

Trill. He seems to move in andante measure, that is, to the tune of Old Hundred.

Drone. Very likely, gentlemen.

Digit. Well, as I came first, I will enter first.

Sesq. Right. You shall be the antecedent, I the subsequent, and Mr. Trill the consequent.

Trill. Right. I was always a man of consequence,-Fa, sol, la, Fa, sol, &c. (Exeunt.)

THE COW AND THE ASS.-ANON.

HARD by a green meadow a stream used to flow,
So clear one might see the white pebbles below;
To this cooling stream the warm cattle would stray,
To stand in the shade on a hot summer's day.

A cow, quite oppressed with the heat of the sun,
Came here to refresh as she often had done;
And standing stock still, leaning over the stream,
Was musing, perhaps, or perhaps she might dream.

But soon a brown ass of respectable look,
Came trotting up also to taste of the brook,
And to nibble a few of the daises and grass :

"How d'ye do?" said the cow, "how d'ye do?" said the ass.

"Take a seat,” cried the cow, gently waving her hand,
"By no means, dear madam," said he, "while you stand;"
Then stooping to drink, with a complaisant bow,

“Ma'am, your health," said the ass,-"thank you, sir,” said the cow.

When a few of these compliments more had been past,
They laid themselves down on the herbage at last,
And waiting politely as gentlemen must,

The ass held his tongue, that the cow might speak first.

Then with a deep sigh, she directly began,

"Don't you think, Mr. Ass, we are injured by man ? 'Tis a subject that lays with a weight on my mind : We certainly are much oppressed by mankind.

"Now what is the reason? I see none at all,
That I always must go when Suke chooses to call :
Whatever I'm doing, 'tis certainly hard,

At once I must go to be milked in the yard.

"I've no will of my own, but must do as they please,
And give them my milk to make butter and cheese;
I've often a vast mind to knock down the pail,
Or give Suke a box on the ears with my tail."

"But ma'am," said the ass, "not presuming to teach-
O dear, I beg pardon,-pray finish your speech;
I thought you had done, ma'am indeed," said the swain,
"Go on, and I'll not interrupt you again."

"Why, sir, I was only going to observe,

I'm resolved, that these tyrants no longer I'll serve ;

But leave them forever to do as they please,

And look somewhere else for their butter and cheese."

Ass waited a moment, to see if she'd done,
And then, "not presuming to teach "-he begun-
"With submission, dear madam, to your better wit,
I own I am not quite convinced by it yet.

"That you 're of great service to them is quite true,
But surely they are of some service to you;
'Tis their nice green meadows in which you regale,
They feed you in winter when grass and weeds fail.

"'Tis under their shelter you snugly repose,

When without it, dear ma'am, you, perhaps, might be froze;
For my own part, I know, I receive much from man,
And for him in return, I do all that I can."

The cow upon this cast her eyes on the grass,
Not pleased at thus being reproved by an ass;
Yet, thought she, I'm determined I'll benefit by 't,
For I really believe that the fellow is right.

OLD WINTER.-MOORE.

OLD Winter is coming again—alack !
How icy and cold is he!

He cares not a pin for a shivering back-
He's a saucy old chap to white and black-

He whistles his chills with a wonderful knack,
For he comes from a cold country!

A witty old fellow this Winter is—

A mighty old fellow for glee!

He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet Miss