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They but bring upon themselves complete an-ni-hi-Rat?! let! crack! co-ching! A screw has dropped out somewhere-that last word has demolished the machine, and I can't go on-(The editor was pleased to add, "until it is mended!") One more specimen-in another channel-of my Newspaper squibs?-in the shake of an "Epistle? to Gothamites"-will suffice for the present. My Beloved Friends- Birnus? was a great lover a cute poet-a poet who spoke the truth and shamed the devil-yet he was a sad fellow. However, as he spoke the truth without fear or favor, we must over look some of his foibles, and I would recommend to your serious consideration-particularly you,unclear Editor-the efusion of his train from which I take the following:- "Some books are lies from end to end, And some great lies were never penned, Ev'r ministers" (and Editors too) "they have been unclear, In holy rapture A rousing wind, at time to vend, and nail't wi' scripture." That the world, my dear friends, is greatly given to lying there can be no doubt, and it is a meloncholly fact that those who profess to teach the truth are quite prone to stretch their imaginations so far beyond its bounds that we are constrained to doubt their sincerity. It is, therefore, my pur