they resemble, are at all times ready to show their affections by hugging, and by this process take away the prop that maintains a man's house. Bulls wish for clear days, Bears blue days; every bit of bad news is magnified by the mongrel set into a newspaper full of the most horrible catastrophies. Bears strive to ruin the Bulls-Bulls quite as unconcerned are aiming at the destruction of Bears. In some states, I am informed, laws offer rewards for the heads of bears. Would to justice! that in ours there were similar laws for both bulls and bears, that such animals in a quiet city might not growl on unwhipt of the goodly dame.

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The foot balls of these players at game fortune are various. The Morris Canal, we are told by the bulls, is navigable for vessels of any size, soon to pay a dividend from large receipts; but the bulls, finding the ditch out of water, went upon their knees night and day together-it rained in torrents, yet the water leaked out and showed the bottom of the concern. The bulls accused the bears of pumping the water out, and offered large rewards for the offenders.

Then the North American Trust, perpetually in law, ever anticipating decisions; the bulls declaring that a large fund is going to the stock-holders, yet the bears on the contrary say, that the roguish footpads the lawyers, have laid hands on it by the way, and that neither creditors nor stock-holders will ever see a farthing. An old piece of advice was "put not your trust in riches"-meaning money. Hans' advice is "put not your money in trust." Then the Canton Co.,-one would suppose they sold tea and traded with China--no reader, they sell lots-water lots, rats and all. The stock rises and falls with the tide, and the cunning rogues, the bears and, bulls, are for ever getting up the fluctuation of tides, and framing false almanacs. Then the Harlem Rail Road, that has grown fifteen miles

in as many years--the horses on a par with ribby Rosinante, or Sancho's ass--that take pride in running over helpless children and frightening fidgety old women to death, The bulls in order to get up the stock will send some few devils of the floating population to take seat in the cars, this is "chalked up at the board" and the stock rises one per cent. for every head.

Men will get rich! let them remember "he stumbles that runs fast," and a man may go into Wall street a full-feathered goose and return without a particle of down, plucked to the very marrow of his bones. The bull is a dangerous animal at play, (don't forget the proverb!) but when one is between bull and bear, he need not hope for mercy.

CHAPTER XXVI.

Containing the "End and Finis" of old times, wherein Julius Schnap is the orator.

Readers still as dearly beloved as ever-if any of you have by accident or good fortune waded through this Dutch sea of words and reached in safety the last Chapter, I presume you are ready to thank the author for his period, and doubly thank him that the schnap of his work is evaporated. Well, let us both stop and take breath, for I am just as tired, or just as pleased as you are, and therefore we are even. If you imagine I am under further obligations to you in this matter, you but you know what naturally follows-let us save words for rainy days. I will tell you a vision of mine and then bid you farewell.

It is a stereotyped fact, that when the ancient inhabitants of this isle wanted rain, instead of praying for it

through the church, they assembled as a "Committee on Showers," filled their pipes with tobacco, whiffed forth clouds of smoke, so thick as to cover a man's head down to his shoulders with a sort of night cap, and wait patiently for a shower, for it invariably sooner or later followed. It was a clear morning after some such transaction that I saw a vision in the East. It was about the hour the almanac mentioned sun-rise, while I was anticipating his glorious majesty, who should appear but a rosy-faced, broad bottomed Dutchman, as if the agency of the morning had been attorned to him; his pipe put forth a cloud that hung in majesty over him, his fine black eyes twinkled like mischievous stars ogling at Venus. He looked for a while on the prospect before him and seemed lost in a revery, for the sun came in earnest, the Dutchman darted downwards and suddenly disappeared, carrying the smoke with him. He had evidently mistaken this world for the better, and, as usual with Dutchmen, got up rather early.

JULIUS.

CHAPTER XXVII.

A few of the farewell breathings of Hans done up in fine words.

Reader-thou sympathetic compound of mortality--that heaves sighs like a bellows, to cheer up the almost consumed spirits of an author's zeal-thou to whom the poet directed his effusion, when he said,

"He has a tear for pity,

And a heart open as day for melting charity."

I say, thou trump of good humor-thou globe of all the virtues, I am about bidding thee farewell. Hans Van Garretson is before thee; his countenance gilded with the element of Holland, and enlivened with krout of red cabbage. If you desire any good will to the best friend of Hans, give it to Hans; for he knows no better friend than himself. He is a good Amsterdamian; a firm believer in marriage--that compressing machine, that ties two human strings tightly into one knot, and were he to re-live in this new age, would be strongly attached to something; would consent to divide his affections among wife, pipe, schnap and newspapers. He cannot safely say whether he is a High or a Low Churchman. If by high church is meant, in architectural phrase, high steeples, &c. &c., he is a very high churchman; if by low church, no steeple, and low roof, he is a low churchman. But for the life and soul of him, (being a poor simple fellow of the age gone by,) he cannot tell why there should be so much division in the churches, being, as considered by him, a rendezvous for sinners, where they meet to polish, buckle up, and do better. Reader, Hans never could afford to pay a high price for a pew, (especially a premium,) so settles as near where the air of heaven enters as possible-meaning the door. He thinks there is a palpitating individual within that must be in the right place--no matter for the locality of the pew. any rate, reader, this is the duly considered and digested opinion of Hans, and if yours be opposite, no offence--we can't quarrel, if you must; quarrel with yourself that you differ from me; it being as reasonable to do that as to molest me for not agreeing with you.

HANS VAN Garretson.

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