Many a marble has been graven and set up over less worth. Many an eloquent tribute has been paid to the mernory of a less melancholy fate.

"Our Defences."

WHO talks of arsenals and armories--of Colt's Revolvers and "Dupont's best," when, on this quiet farm, in this peaceful neighborhood, where every body believes in the New Dispensation, Elihu Burritt, and Universal Brotherhood, there are more weapons of war, aggressive and defensive, than ever followed the Roman Eagles to conquest?

Why, you can meet any where, gentlemen in black, who wear rapiers, that are whipped out upon cause the slightest I always give them a wide berth and whole communities of individuals, engaged in "the SUGAR trade," to say nothing of "the cotton line," that carry blades, Toledo-tempered every one of them, and make nothing of using them too.

Under that pile of plank, boards a WATCHMAN, one of Nature's own "Charlies," springing a rattle that "Old Hays" would have patented, and flourishing a case of lancets that Cooper would have coveted.

Chivalry is here; for gallant knights in long spurs, stalk about the yards, and challenge each other from the tops of the fences. A genius crept out of the grass yesterday, with shield and breast-plate, like an old Roman. It was, as if one should invert a huge shell card-basket, give it a serpent's head, an elephant's feet, and a lizard's "continuation," inscribe it all over with Chinese characters, and "let it run."

Every evening, a Worthy of the QUILL comes rustling out from under the barn; quills behind his ears; quills under his arms; in fact, a back-load of quills. A very pungent, pointed author is he, with his quills; has talent for a modern critic, would work for his board, and ought to be encouraged.

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across lots" to CHARLES', and you will catch glimpses of pairs of little heels without owners, twinkling in every direction: GOPHERS going for quarters. Unfitted for a field fight, too weak for a sortie, they are prepared to stand a siege in their subterranean fastnesses. Set your Sappers and Miners to unearth the Garrison, and they will find the fortress deserted and the Gophers gone; for they have a proverb among them-those Gophers-that has been rudely translated into English, thus: "There are more ways than one."

Do you see that glitter between the trees? It's a magnificent trinket, of which Nature has left a number hereabouts. It's a mirror, and how it came here, and all about it, is, as nearly as any body knows, in this wise. Some day or other, NATURE made her toilet here, preparatory to going out upon the Prairies; and while she was arranging her hair, putting on her flowered sandals, and letting down her broidered skirts, that she had gathered up as she crossed the Alleghanies, she caught a glimpse of the Prairie she had come to smile on, and forgot she was in dishabille, and left her "things "-mirrors, and flounces, and furbelows, and all-scattered about, and never thought of them again, for away she tripped and smiled.

Well, that glitter you see, is one of the "aids to reflection" she threw aside as she ran, and it was shattered into ever so many beautiful fragments, and among them is PINE LAKE, where, "an you will," we are this very instant. It's a sunny day; we, upon the margin of the Lake; the water, crystal; you, looking down. And looking, you see, lying motion. less, a NAVIGATOR older than Noah or Jason, or any of those outside barbarians;" a sailor whose fore

Gaily attired, isn't he?—in a close-fitting suit of three-cent pieces, with a row of gold dollars on each side, all laid over and over. Your shadow lies along the water; move a little, and you'll see that the fellow's Defences are altogether with Valor's wife, his "better part," Discretion. But first, lest you cannot, a moment hence, see that oar lying carelessly over the stern of the silvery craft. Now move. There! Wasn't that a specimen of scientific ing!' Just a flash or two, like a little scimetar, and Navigator, three-cent pieces, oars and all are out of sight like a Nautilus, without a Clearance," a signal, a "by your leave," or any thing of the sort.

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Speaking of Signals: there's some body creeping through the grass, every night, with a lantern, and there are more than one of them-both bodies and lanterns; and it's either love or war; a battle-lantern or a love-light, and it makes little difference which they may be skirmishing, they are certainly 'sparking.' The GLOW WORM is the owner of that light, and, little brown creature as it is, it has a rare and beautiful possession-finding, may be, its way through the night; signalling, it may be, the "Allied Powers," in some tremendous war that " John S. C Abbott" never heard of; secking, perhaps, its mate.

There's a black bug, homely as sin. Catch him, and he gives you a glimpse of a diamond he is carrying about him; and you spare him, of course, because he is one of Night and Nature's jewellers. How gallantly he shows a light,' in the offing over the marsh. On the starboard, the larboard; to windward, to leeward; alow and aloft. But the dawn steals on, and the great stars and the little bug together, pale their ineffectual fires."

The first two "signs"—if any body will credit it— have slipped the halter of the Zodiac, and ARIES and TAURUS are lords of the pasture, trumpeters of flock and herd, with two horns a-piece. A slight accident to the mason-work about Jericho, recorded in Bible History, having been particularly impressed upon my mind, I pay special attention to Geography, as defined by a very devious rail fence, and take good care to keep on this side of it, confessing to no penchant for swelling a concordance, by figuring in a "parallel passage."

So it is, every where, with every thing. Armed capà-pie, and if not armed, supplied with some means of evasion, disguise or retreat. This moment, a fellow of the BEETLE tribe comes hurtling through the air, tumbling about in the candle-light, blundering against