A FEW Scraps of 'Juvenile Gossipry,' each one from a different division of this 'great country,' and showing that 'smart children' and 'fond parents' are everywhere. Moreover, some of these little 'sayings' really 'point a

moral: '

SPEAKING of 'little folks:' we have them at our house, FRANK, three years old, and ADA one. They have a very kind and indulgent mother, and persuasion and rewards, in the shape of bon-bons, frequently take the place of the more severe discipline that once was considered indispensable. ADA was a little 'out of sorts' one day, and crying lustily: her mother, handing her a cake, said, ‘Take this, and stop your crying.' FRANK, who had been playing merrily a moment before, suddenly burst into a terrible fit of grief: 'Mamma, give me a cake to stop my crying!"

'As little FREDDY and his father were walking alongside the public square, on one of our recent windy days, a man's hat blew off, and after it started the man, at full speed. 'Look, Pa!' said the admiring FREDDY, 'see that man driving his hat across the square!''

'My little CLARA was watching with much curiosity and interest a flock of fowls, as they were sunning themselves, when her attention was suddenly arrested by the gorgeous red crests of two roosters:

"Mamma, what are those red things on their heads?'

"Their combs, my dear.'

"Why, how funny!- they wear combs! Mamma, are they the women?"

'A WEE' cousin of mine, while talking with his aunt the other day, said: Aunty, I should think that SATAN must be an awful trouble to GOD.'

"He must be trouble enough,' she answered.

''I don't see how he came to turn out so, when there was no DEVIL to put him up to it!' was the reply.'

'A LITTLE girl of scarce three summers called in at the house of a newly-married couple, neighbors of mine, and finding the lady a little indisposed, after talking a few minutes on some other matters, very politely and sympathetically asked: "Do you think you will die, Mrs. H -??

"Oh! no! I presume not now.'

"What would you do with your clothes and furniture if you should die? '. "I should let GORHAM (her husband) have them.'

"What would you do with that white bonnet of yours? I think it's a very pretty bonnet.'

"I should let GORHAM keep that, too.'

"Perhaps he might marry again!' was the little one's last query. 'Was n't that decidedly 'fast'?'

'Ar a Sunday-school celebration, where, being very much crowded, the little ones, 'undergoing catechism,' were pushing and 'hunching' each other, as 'children will,' the catechizer inquires the definition of peace. One little girl, in a particularly uncomfortable place, seemed anxious to answer: 'Well, my little girl, what is the definition?'

"I think, Sir, it means, not to 'hunch' when you are crowded.''

'A NEIGHBOR of ours has a little boy of about half-a-dozen summers, a very innocent little fellow. He came into the office some time ago, and, in a very modest manner, asked: 'Mr. B will you please to let WES. SUMMERS and I have your yoke of oxen?' (We have a very large span.) Who is to drive the oxen, SAMMY?' I said, thinking I might have misunderstood the little fellow. 'Why, WES. SUMMERS and I want to take them out on the hill to play with !?

'I HAD a little sister once (she lives in Heaven now) who was the wonder of all who knew her. She played and sang with accuracy several little songs upon the piano when only four years of age. Her imagination was very vivid. She would sit for hours and read long stories out of books or papers that she conceived as she turned the leaves over; for she only knew her letters. One day she took her little pocket Testament, and folding her chubby hands solemnly across it she read: 'And verily I say unto you, JESUS CHRIST put on HIS bonnet and shawl and went out to walk with His sisters.' This was when she was three years old. A short time before she died, she turned from her play one day, and said to our older sister: 'Sister CARRY, I shall die in three weeks;' and just three weeks from that day she lay a corpse on her little bed!'

We have seldom seen a plea

What was that but a 'spirit-warning?' santer sight, or witnessed a more interesting occasion, than the Presentation of a Flag to the Piermont Guards, by the ladies of the village, which has just occurred on a sloping green lawn a little way from our summer-cottage. The day was most charming; the ladies were out 'in full feather;' and the people of the place generally were in attendance. Colonel ISAAC SLOAT, on behalf of the ladies, presented the banner to the Company, (who never looked or marched better than on this occasion,) in an elaborate speech, replete

with American patriotism: while the flag was received on behalf of the corps by Colonel EDWARD PYE, of Haverstraw, in an excellent speech, which was frequently and deservedly applauded. The banner is thus correctly described and deservedly praised by the 'Rockland County Journal:'

'Ir is a beautiful thing, made of rich Mazarine blue silk, heavily fringed. On one side is painted a wreath composed of all kinds of flowers, most faithfully drawn and colored, inclosing a view of WASHINGTON'S Head-Quarters at Tappantown. In the background appears the American Encampment, and in the fore-ground is a fine figure of the General leaning upon his horse, which is held by his black servant. Surmounting the wreath is a shield bearing the stars and stripes, inclosed in a halo. At the base of the wreath, twining among the flowers, is a representation of crimson velvet drapery, falling into an open centre, on which is inscribed, 'PRESENTED BY THE LADIES TO THE PIERMONT GUARD, MAY 31st, 1855.' On the reverse side is a wreath of roses surrounding a golden wreath. At the base is an Eagle relieved by four American flags which fold in a rich cluster under his talons, while streaming from his beak is the national motto, 'E Pluribus Unum.' Striking out into the centre of the wreath is a green mound, on which is represented the arms of the Company, supported on the right by a Shore Guard of '76 in the old Continental costume, and on the left by a Piermont Guard in his blue uniform. In the centre of the device are the initials 'P. G., 17th Regt. N. Y. S. I.' On the left of the mound is a view of the city and bay of New York, with its shipping, steamers, etc., stretching off to the right in a open sea view. Over this wreath also is a shield in a halo. Too much credit cannot be awarded to Capt. WM. F. FOLGER for the manner in which he has executed the work intrusted to him by the ladies. In the designs on either side of the flag, which are original, he has displayed much judgment and taste; and in working them out, elaborated and complicated as they are, he has proved himself a painter of no mean skill. It is almost incredible the amount of work expended upon this flag; and we think we can safely say that the colors of the 'Piermont Guard' will bear comparison with any other in the State.'

Such, reader, is our flag: 'and long may it wave!'

THE Boston Post

has an agreeable 'on dit' that JOHN G. SAXE, Esq., is engaged upon a new poem to be entitled 'THE PRESS :' a fruitful theme, which is to be treated historically, eulogistically, practically, and satirically. The topic is a broad one, and affords scope for all these and something over. 'Macte Virtute!' which being translated, means, 'Do your prettiest!' The same popular journal has the following tribute to SAXE, from the pen, as we infer, of Mr. A. M. IDE, Jr., a sometime contributor to this Magazine:

'GREAT ex-exponent of our modest craft,

I read the Post's announcement of your poem,
And inwardly soliloquised and laughed;

If there's a greater wag I do not know him;

A muse so fruitful could conceive no less;

'Lay on, MACDUFF'—and as you soar and sing,
Up to The Times' in 'Progress,' make the 'Press'
A monarch mightier than the 'Money King.'
Time's noblest offspring always is his last;
And yours, like his, in Alpine order rise,

Chaste, pure, and strong, yet sweet and unsurpassed,
Winning you incense from our tearful eyes:
Long live your fame! from Beersheba to Dan
A poet, 'torney, editor and MAN!

A. M. I.'

Apropos of SAXE: let us set him up' a little, by quoting a circumstance mentioned to us by a distinguished New-York Democrat, whom we met in the street to-day. 'How comes on The Knickerbocker Gallery?' he asked. We told him that a new and extremely beautiful edition had just been issued. 'I saw a copy in Washington, at the PRESIDENT's, the other day,' continued our friend.

'Some one had been paying him a compliment upon

his 'wearing so well,' with the cares of a nation on his shoulders. 'Ah! gentlemen,' said he, 'let me read you a short piece of poetry that hits my case exactly' and taking up the Knickerbocker Gallery,' he read SAXE's lines, 'I'm Growing Old,' and commended them as they deserved to be. Put that in your pipe, friend SAXE. We have seen nothing better than the following, in its kind, save the polyglot advertisement of the inn-keeper in the Valley of Chamouni, which we remember to have published some years ago from the manuscript of a friend who copied it upon the spot. Observe the entirely foreign idiom of the affiche. It is a New-Orleans placard of the thoroughfares:

Advertisement.

THE undersigned takes leave to inform the public that he has lately arrived from Paris, and that he is furnished with a few articles of new invention, very useful and economical for families:

I. A liquid for the conservation of all kinds of furnitures, and all kinds of marble in all colors. With that liquid, on rubbing lightly the most elegant and gilded furnitures, will give them the most glittering lustre that one could not distinguish from new. That liquid procures on all articles a great duration, an agreeable smell, and preserves them from all kinds of insects. The most renowned manufacturers use it for their finest furnitures. Those wishing to be convinced are invited to make a proof gratis.

II. A composition of varnish, lately invented, for the conservation of hides, harnesses, hides of carriages, and gentlemen's, ladies', and children's shoes: it preserves from all devastations that could make water or humidity.

The method to make use of it as follows: Said composition must be rubbed with oil: one moistens the hides with the preservative composition, making use of a sponge, and rubbing it slowly, momently it will produce a very satisfying effect.

III. A mixture, with which one can get out all stains, of each sort and color of woollen cloths, as cassimere, merinos, carpets, and billiard-coverings: also greasestains, or those coming from perspiration on collars of clothes, cloaks, etc.

"The manner to scour each stain is: To wet with a little water a part of this mixture, to take this liquid upon a brush or the finger and rub the stain, after which said stain will disappear, and the stuff will recover its former lustre.

IV. A blacking, also lately invented and privileged: with that blacking, in rubbing the hides, one gives it a greater duration than with any other until yet known blacking: makes it soft, black, and after a little friction with the brush, gives it a glittered lustre; makes it impenetrable for water, and prevent to try: said blacking is very much approved by the most renowned harness and boot-makers: it can be used for all kinds of hides, also for boots, to which it gives not only a distinctive blackness, glittering lustre, prolonged duration, great softness which makes stepping easy, but it renders them waterproof: by the very low prices of said blacking, the furnisher procures a proof to every body. For guarantee of counterfeit, each pack is covered with papers, and will be printed by the Chinese arms. It is composed of fish-grease, marrow, and decomposition of gum. The proofs will be showed gratis, a few days after reception of this circular. This advertisement will be called for. J. DE P AND COMPANY.' The above is inimitably genuine. - - - 'In this 'one-horse town,' writes a Mobile friend, as our New-Orleans neighbors designate it, there resides one whom we will call Tom for brevity. He is a shrewd, plain-dealing tailor as one could wish to trade with,' and as our rivers have been low this season, and but little cotton in the market, Tom ventured in company with a friend in purchasing a lottery-ticket in the Southern Military Academy Lottery, each sharing the cost and winnings, of course. The ticket was obtained, and Tom's name put in the agent's book for that purpose. Time wore on, and in course of a few days the lottery was drawn; and every one was on tiptoe to know who was the lucky man. The agent received the list

of prizes from Montgomery, and sure as shooting, TOM TIGHTFIT's name was coupled with the fifteen thousand dollar prize! Eureka! The agent sent his boy down to Tom's store to inform him of his good luck, and desiring him to bring up his ticket and get his check for the dimes. But alas! Tom's friend had the ticket in his pocket, and had started a few hours previous on a hunting trip, and Toм, not knowing the number on the ticket, took it for granted as 'all O. K.' He sauntered into his neighbor's store and very confidently whispered his good luck and requesting in a very neighborly manner to go along and liquidate. At the bar of course it was talked over, when one or two others were admitted into the secret. One treated, then another, and so on until Tom was toasted, tumbled, and toddied until his tongue ran fifteen to the dozen. A messenger was dispatched to the woods to hunt up SMITH, the ticket-holder. One, two, three hours passed, and no SMITH, and TOM's luck was the talk of the town. When -ah-hem! An engineer of one of our river-boats walked into the ticket-office and pulled out of his pocket the lucky ticket, his name being TOMMY TIGHTFIT as well as the other! Let us draw a veil over TOMMY's feelings during the next week of his life. He looks even now as if he had been guilty of stealing sheep!' WE recognize in the New Siege of Sebastopol, in two Parts,' by the TAUNTON DEAN,' the hand of an old correspondent of the KNICKERBOCKER:

A pretty conceit, well handled. THERE are several things, the possession of which we envy the editors of our Metropolitan daily journals, and foremost among them is the ability, after having enjoyed to the extreme the perusal of a new work, of rare merit, the immediate opportu nity of saying so, giving the 'why and wherefore' at once, and justifying the correctness of their decisions by copious extracts, while to less frequent and less favored contemporaries it is reserved only to announce, for future consideration, books, addresses, etc., which arrive at too late a period for adequate notice, until the issue of a subsequent number. The following works shall receive the attention which, for reasons stated,' they have a right to claim: 'The WINKLES, or the Merry Monomaniacs;' 'PEG WOF