mountain-ridger does very well in the way of his vocation. He screams out fourth fiddle with very good effect. But it takes one of our cultivated urban Toms to fife, fiddle, bassoon, and hurdy-gurdy all together.

The Romans gave their domestic tigers three names; to wit, Felis, Catus, and Catulus. These were probably, different tribes, using different styles of melody. "Felis" was the prefurred name, however, and lapped the most plentiful milk of favor. A good mouser was called "Muricida." But to give the catalogue of names might put me in the same category with a prosing peasant. That catastrophe I beg leave to avoid, and so go on with my story. Permit me that felisity.

Some people like the voice of a dog. Not I.

The dog bays the moon, and howls out sickness, thirst, and madness, but puss pours out wild and melancholy love-notes in tender, healthful adagio and maestoso. Does he succeed in calling his ladye-love to the old trysting-place so many a night hallowed by fierce and gentle dalliance;-what soulpiercing epithalamics fill with poetic fury the ear of the sentimental watchman, snoozing hard by! How many a feverish tongue in the chosen happy neigborhood swears out in rapture at the paradisical concert. The Garcia never sung as a cat can sing.

Blessed air! Cavallo says it is "the vehicle of sound." So it is. And what hero can better stride that velocipede than the voice of a cat?

He

The mariner's welcome of the word " Catspaw," comes upon the cloudy cry of distant land-cats, and his sail and soul vibrate together with the greatful impulse of the breeze. runs to his "cat-heads," and heaves up his anchor, and claws off to the deep rumbling ocean. It is a singular fact that the

word "cat" is as necessary a term of description in music, as any particle is to a particular class of words in prose orthography. This is a well-deserved tribute to the musical genius of that interesting animal. "Cat" in acoustics is what

"pro," "" con," "ad" &c., are in grammar. The music of the rushing torrent of waters at Niagara cannot be described but as a cat-aract. The Paganinies of the world draw their bows upon catgut. Poets sleep upon cattails to get inspiration. If three musicians go home drunk of a moonlight night, they are sure to entertain the town with a cat-ch.

The

The courier-avant critics of the opera, who decide for the people beforehand, join the orchestra with catcalls. printer's devils and general loafers caterwaul. Shakspeare's "Twelfth Night" was acted in that way on Mrs. Wood's last night at the Park, when old Hays came in and cried out, like a true police-officer, in the language of Maria—

"What a caterwauling do you keep here? If my lady— the Mayor-have not called up her steward, Malvolio,—the captain of the watch,-and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me."

Catskill mountain is full of the lowing of cattle. The penitentiary catacombs are tragic with the notes of despair. Every ship is vocal with the cat-o'-nine-tails. "Kit" is a

small fiddle. Every body can sing that pathetic old English ballad entitled "Dido and Æneas," the burden of which is " Kitty kit dink-a-Dido." I could go on, but the illustrations I have given are sufficient for my purrpose.

Catacoustics is defined to be the echo or air-copied reflection of the offspring of the sonorous body which utters some new-born melody. How truly apposite is the name when applied to our city cats! How plentiful are all the needful instruments of reproduction! Let some battle-worn grimalkin

pour out a solitary ditty upon your fence at midnight, and the adjacent walls of the block will catch up the glorious essence of sound, and fling it back and about like the orgies of the most classical wizards. You will dream of Der Freyschutz, and think you hear a spirit. But if you want to be lapped in Elysium, listen to a Cat Concert. To get one up, only tell your cook to leave the dinner remnants on the grass plot, instead of handing them, according to law, to the swill-man. Let it be done on some moonlight night, so that there will be a chance for help to the effect, from the soaring stretch of some late-watching she-eagle-every block furnishes a proper quota-who sits by her window, pounding her piano— no; forte-and goes E in the sixty-sixth ledger line, sostenato, for a quarter of an hour without breathing. That helps the harmony powerfully. If you can get a man with a hand organ to grind at your front door while the performance is going on, and an amateur of " foreign airs" to saw his guitar and voice to the "native graces" over the way, at the same time, your appointments will be complete-you are happy— very happy.

Such are the New York festivals. Is it needful to describe them? Why do I ask? Who can describe the effect produced by the chorus of sixty cats, aided by all the musical talent of the ward!

Reader thou hast been at such a concert. Thou hast not? Hence then, thou knowest naught. First, however, give me a thousand dollars for teaching thee a new pleasure. Pay me the moneys, invite your cats, and call me a good musical

caterer.

P. S. If you can throw in a small boy who sings Methodist Hymn tunes dolorotissima voce, like the, howl of a mad dog, it will put into your conglomerate work, the idea of Death's

head on a tombstone. Put alongside of him a young gentleman, who squeals with his sweetheart, harmonious “why-e-a, why-e-a-whew, e, a, a, a, a,

a,

a,

ah! ah! ah!

and the cats will be encouraged by the competition. Cry "Fire!" and "Watch" yourself. Pay the money before specified to the "Spirit," for I have a notion that he's short of funds to feed his cattle-laborers, and such. This is the end of the catalogue. Now, dearest Kate, I am free, but-forthee.

THE HON. MISS

SAUSSAGE'S MAR

RIAGE.

[Reported expressly Not for "The WEDDING Observer," but for "THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES.]

THE ceremony of the Hon. MISS SAUSSAGE's marriage took place on the 10th instant at the chapel of St. Imitante. This distinguished lady-whose descent and character are so familiar to the whole Christian Marketing world,— so familiarly known as a distinguished representative of the Porkine race of nobility, who take their heraldic devices from

the record kept of the ordines who went into Noah's ark, and who are so remarkable for the successful warfare which they have kept up with the Jews, has actually allowed herself to be stuffed into the lips and throat of Prince Albertross, the popular and majestic owner of the splendid sand mansion, and at least one half a quarter of an acre of Saline ground, called, known, and designated upon the map as "Coney Island Point."

The officers of the household of the fair bride began to arrive at Fulton Market, at one quarter before six o'clock, A. M.-looking very sleepy and very hungry. The Alderman of the 18th Ward, the Head Justice of the Police Office, the Lord Chamberlain of the Marine Court, Archbishop Shad, his Grace the Duke of Mackerel, the Duke of Rigmarole, his Honor Daniel O'Lobster, the High Constable, Prince Philorugglesius, Chancellor Blackhawk, Lord What-a-licking, Sir Loin, Sir Beefsteak, Sir Cutlet, Sir Calveshead, the Lords in Waiting, the Ladies in Waiting, Maids of Honormade to see every thing done Honor bright-Bedchamber women- we shall have to send to England to find out what they were intended for-Gentlemen-Rushers, Loafers, Bearon-s, Counts, No-ac-counts, and all the rest of the invited part of heaven-created nobility, assembled at precisely six.

The Ladies of Miss Saussage's suite were summoned by the Master of the horses that were to drag them, at about one-quarter past six. We say about, because we are in extreme doubt in reference to the seconds, although we have made the most painful exertions to arrive at the precise moThe Ladies all jumped upon the carts with extreme grace, amid the enthusiastic plaudits of the assembled multitude, which had now lined the streets, and rendered the progress of the carts and their interesting contents difficult, if not

ment.