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Scholars are men of pence ; they bear no anus, but their tongues are sharper than Actus'razor ; their pens cany further, and give a louder report than thunder. I had rather stand in the shock of a basilisk, than in fury of a merciless pen.— Sir T. Browne. Them's Urn. —" I say, captain," said a little keen-eyed man, as he landed from the steamer ' Potomac' at Natchez, " I say, captain, these here arn't all. I have left somethin' on board, that's a fact." " Them's all the plunder yon brought on board, anyhow." " Well, see now, I grant its OK accordin' to list—four boxes,v three chests, two band-boxes, a portmanty, two hams, one part cut, three ropes of inyans,.and a teakettle ; but you see, captain, I'm dubersome ; 1 feel there's somethin' short. Though I've counted urn over nine times, and never took my eyes off urn while on board, there's somethin' not right, somehow." " Well, stranger, time's up ; them's all I know on, so just fetch your wife and five children out of the cabin, cos I'm off." "Them's urn! dam it, them's urn! I know'd I had forgot somethin'." American Paper. POETS' CO&HES. A LAND OF OUR OWN. The land of our fathers, the land of our birth, Complains that too many h«r children have grown; But she owns virgin rctahns in e.'ich clime of the earth, We may still bo her sons in a laud of our own! The same flag that Nelson and Wellington bore In many as daring -a venture hath flown ; Where Cook's honoured footsteps first claimed the wild shore, Let us hoist that proud flag o'er a land of our own! Oar hearts and our minds will be always the same, In the torrid, or frigid, or temperate zone; We shall love the same country, uphold t!>e same name, And make the same lavs, in a land of our own! Wo shall hold the same Creed in (he vary same-way, And build up the same Church, tho' of different stone ; So that Bishops and Clergy may help us to pray For the blessing of God on a land of our own! Proud nobles and courtiers! your coronets'charms Were great if for great deeds their owners were known, Then let chivalrous motto and blazon of arms Now herald us on to a land of our own! And you, gallant gentry! of whom 'tis our boast ■ That your like can be found in Old England alone ; Take your place in the van ! you shall teach us the toast Of " Live and let live" in a land of our own ! The same earnest will that yoor sires possessed, Still Hows in your blood and is bred in your bono ; On the nation we found let your nerve he impressed, While you give your good names to a. land of our own '. Whether noble or centle, 'twill bring yo no shame To rase Empires in lands now despised or unknown ; Come! and claim for the worthy, rank, honours, and fame, For himself and his heirs in a land of our own! Bold farmers and yeotnon ! your foresight and care Must teach v* to till, sow, and reap what we'vo sown ; For while you "speed the plough" we shall still havo our share Of" Old English Roast Beef" in a land of our owo ! With workmen of all trades to swell the brave throng, Over many a waste shall be industry strewn ; And the workman shall earn, all the busy year long, Fair wage for his work in a land of our own. Those for whom we make room shall raise new mills on high. Whore shall many a shuttle bo merrily thrown ; While HeeU of new ships bring the fabrics we buy With the plenty to spare in a land of our own. "*" Wives, mothers, and sisters shall share in our toil, And so deck the wide world with our roses full-blown ; Thus, tho' changed all our seasons, our sky, and our . soil, We shall still find " sweet home" in a laud of our own. If, when thus truly British, —pood, happy, and ntron b ', We'd a Prince of the Bloo:l on nur Viceregal throne, How gladly our voices should echo the snug Of" God save the Quuen" in a land of our own l.