THE UNIVERSAL VENT.

IF you've been burning the midnight taper,

And of new policies deem yourself shaper;

If at the world you're a green-gosling gaper,

Or of old "Junius," juvenile aper;

Bumptious Scotch Duke, or irate Irish Draper,

Crammed with conceit, which must publicly caper;

Angry old woman, or frivolous japer;

Thraso or termagant, Tadpole or Taper,

To blow off your steam, or your gas, or your vapour,

There's one fool-loved fashion—'tis write to the paper!

"I AM in a state of suspense," said a Clergyman. "I am sorry to hear it," replied his friend. "Why are you suspended?"