for consumption, presents scientific fea- wire sieves, which remove the "shorts" from the "long cut." The last process is to pack the memorable " Honey Dew” in papers, when it is ready to tickle the palate, ruin Brussels carpets, and rouse the ire of Mr. Lane! On viewing the neatness and vastness of the factory where so large a number of operatives were employed, we deeply lamented the waste of physical and mental labor on a plant so deadly in its nature. We earnestly recommend Mr. Anderson and his co-workers to a perusal of “Counterblast the Second." We must close, and how? By exhorting the German to throw away his sacred meerschaum, which we verily believe he smokes even when asleep? or by entreating the French Mademoiselle to extinguish her cigarette in a glass of eau sucre ? or by blarneying Pat out of his "dudheen," begrimed by the smoky breath of a hundred centuries, and endeared by the lips of ten thousand progenitors? or by advising Uncle Sam to stop the supplies of the Red man, whom we intend to kill with treaties and whisky? or by recommending all benevolent publishers to furnish gratis Mr. Lane's pretty book to the maniacs who "smoke, chew and snuff?" Or shall we permit a Boston bard to close for us?- ODE TO MY CIGAR. BY CHARLES SPRAGUE. Yes, social friend, I love thee well, Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, What though they tell, with phizzes long, 6 They're brighter while they last!' O'er history's varied page I pore, Man's fate I read in thee. Oft as thy snowy column grows, Then breaks and fades away, And Time's the wasting breath Gives all to dusty death. "ANGELS AND MINISTERS OF GRACE!" BY IL SECRETARIO. PONDERING much, the other day, on certain public problems of the times, and meditating the mazes of street-construction, Abstractions, State Rights, (those of Rhode Island particularly,) it occurred to us to consider whether, in the rapid spread of that sort of patriotism which glows in the hearts of the crowds lately filling our city of Washington, that poor ten miles itself may not, presently, through the magnificent strides of power and population which we are making, come to be infinitely too small to contain the mighty hosts of office-seekers; so that, after a while, there will be no room left thereabouts for cringing, nor for dancing attendance-unless, indeed, in the progress of democratic perfectibility, they of that angelic faith should soon grow as ethereal in substance as in doctrine, and be able to dance-as it is averred that angels can do-ten thousand of them on the point of a single needle, without jostling. Angels and Locofocos thus mixed in our musings, we grew, like Othello, "perplexed in the extreme;" sucked in, and not without danger of drowning like a German or other disciple of Pure Reason in the vortex of our own thoughts. There we should certainly have perished, but that, in aid of our own strong destiny of choking in a different element, we fell in with a wonderfully inflated bladder, in the shape of a Virginia Impracticable, borne up by the utter incapacity of which to get one inch below the surface of anything, we escaped. Mindful, however, of the danger we had run, and determined never again to be swamped in two such contrary thoughts, we had no sooner got upon dry land once more, than we fell to work to clear up one of the subjects at least-that of angels: the other, we knew, it was impossible to understand. Remembering, then, to have, erewhile, met somewhere a chapter upon angels, we turned to the "Summa Theologia" of St. Thomas-not of Monticello, but of Aquinas-confessedly better acquainted with the seraphic race than was ever anybody else witness his title of "the Angelic Doctor”—for he appears to have practiced among them. Diligently perusing all the three hundred and fiftyeight questions in which he discusses the nature, substance, ranks, habits, and especially offices, of angels, we were astonished to find, after all, in how many things the celestial and official natures agree-at least according to democratic accounts; how like, in most things, the Abstractionists are to the yet diviner inhabitants of the same airy regions; how merely the innocent thoughtlessness of the cherub is embodied in the whole-hog man; how completely the higher intelligence of the rapt Seraph that adores and burns" is found in the Barn-burner, or not less flaming Old Hunker. The hierarchy of Angels is set forth, by order, in Milton's enumeration : "Thrones, princedoms, dominations, virtues, powers." The only difference is, that while, in both, the thrones hold the highest place, among the democracy the virtues have the lowest, if any at all. They are held to be incapable of all public trusts and party utility, except that of doing whatever worse folks bid them do. Thomas Aquinas says that the angels "were created in grace, but yet in imperfect beatitude." So, manifestly, were predestinate Locofocos, even though born and bred Federalists. For what is grace but the capacity, the susceptibility of office that is to be? and how can there be any democratic beatitude without it? All soldiers love victory; but these warriors love, not the tree, but its fruits-not victory, but "the spoils"-not "beauty," but "booty." For this they fight; for this dare the deeds of death that every democrat performs; for this encounter the tmost perils of election-days and pothouses an impregnable phalanx, firmly "banded together" (as one of their great authorities avers) "by the cohesive power of public plunder." Again, the Angelic Doctor maintains, and of course establishes, that angels are not, but might have been, elder than the earth." Now, who, according to Dr. Johnson, was the first democrat, the first party-leader, we will not mention to ears polite, nor the blessings conferred upon his followers by the system, then first attempted, of freedom without what can alone set free-virtue and sense. The events to which we allude occurred about the time of the creation of the world, as is supposed. Equality was the inciting object, the popular feeling, employed in the double revolution then accomplished. Certain angels were, by an envious and ambitious leader, who loved better to reign among the bad than serve among the good, taught to believe that there was no difference among angels; and soon after the same democratic teacher informed mother Eve that she had but to pluck and eat a certain apple, in order to become godlike in knowledge and power. Thus Democracy, and the angels, and the world are about coeval. Thomas Aquinas also argues, with prodigious force, "that angels are not precisely corporeal, nor yet altogether incorporeal. In regard to God, they are the former; in regard to men, they are the latter." Now the same proposition is manifestly true as to Locofocos-some of whom, especially, are of a wonderful tenuity; while others partake, in some very small degree, of the nature of substance. Measured by human things, an Abstractionist is totally incorporeal a sort of quintessence of immateriality; but meantime a rotationist or a spoils-man is, in comparison with celestial substances, pretty carnal. Apparently they are disembodied spirits, but not without strong fleshly propensities. Herein, again, they agree with the angels: for everybody has heard how these, upon a certain occasion, fell in love with mortal females; and just so the Locofoco, forgetting his ethereal nature, is certain to contract a most mundane affection for a human nymph, of most bewitching mien, called "the spoils," or for a fair sister, exceedingly like her, named "Public Plunder." To the charms of these terrestrial maidens, the democrat, of whatever degree, displays a prodigious susceptibility, becoming always desperately enamored at the first glimpse gotten; and then the passion, once conceived, is eternal and insatiable: their fidelity to it is so amazing and absorbing, that they have none left for anything else. In a word, a single taste of that fruit acts upon them precisely as Homer fables of that African fruitage, the Lotos 66 -which, whoso tastes, Insatiate riots in the sweet repasts; Nor other thoughts his soul thenceforth attends, Forgetting country, kindred, home and friends." Besides these damsels, there are others of whom Locofocos often become the avowed worshipers. We have, for instance, seen whole troops of them crowding to do homage to a stray specimen of foreign aristocracy. Abroad, their eagerness for lordships and ladyships, for court dresses, levees and kissing hands, is a matter of amusing notoriety; of late, one of them has received the honors of a coveted foreign mission, who is remarkable for having, during a former ambassadorial residence, written a whole octavo about little but Duke this, Marquess that, and Right Honorables in general. Others are seen to pine for a consulate, an attorneyship, or the like, and consume themselves in sighs for some ill-requited official affection. We know several who have been forlorn lovers of a Presidency for years, and spent all their wits and estates, and worn out all sorts of fine clothes, in making the agreeable to that fair but somewhat capricious mistress. In short, as the radiance of earthly eyes drew down the angels of old and made them forget the skies, so the glance of an office is sure to attract a democrat from on high and chase from his bosom all memory of the heaven of his principles and doctrines. Once more, Milton (the next authority to Thomas Aquinas, as to these things,) sayeth that" Angels have no determinate shape of their own, but take with ease whatever guise or semblance they choose." Herein, it will at once be seen, the angelic and democratic natures concur again. Like the angel, the democrat assumes what form, like the chamelion what color he lists. Yesterday a fierce Federalist, to-day he is a furious Republican, and denounceth, above all things, the Black Cockade. Within a week he shall be a Protectionist and a Free Trade man, merely by a letter of due equivocation addressed to Mr. Kane; of which letter, one who is presently to be a Secretary of State shall forthwith affirm everywhere that he has always known that are his friend's sentiments." So is it, that a democrat is, without the smallest effort, a Force Bill man and a Nullifier, a " Bloody Bill" man and an Anti-Tariffite, a Non-Assumptionist of State debts them and an assumer of those of a foreign State, a Non-Distributionist, with the forty millions of surplus revenue of 1836 in the pockets of his State; with many more such transformations, in comparison with which those in Ovid are nothing. "The bodies of Angels, (quoth Thomas) are, when assumed, of thick air." With what that air is thickened, the Angelic Doctor informs us not. We could understand him if he spoke of a soup, not a spirit. Air, we know, can be compressed, made dense, by a pump; but to think of pumping an angel or a democrat! As to thickness, if angels have it in the body, democrats have it in the head. Be all this as it may, Thomas concludeth that there is no solidity in angels they are, of course, like Locofoco statesmen and financiers, extremely superficial. All their seeming natural properties are," he avers, "pure illusion;" in a word, they have for their most tangible quality the main democratic one of Humbug. "Angels," he further declares, " occupy men's bodies along with their souls, and in this manner govern every corporeal creature." Now, this may very well be, as to many a democratic tenement of clay, in which, through the smallness of the proprietary soul, quite a large angel might be lodged, without any sort of inconvenience to the landlord. In general, the angelic lodger would be so little troubled by his co-inhabitant, that his privacy even would hardly ever be disturbed. We can, however, fancy other cases where the domestic repose would be wofully deranged: the angel, for instance, that hired the least of the many cuddies, and corners, and closets, (all unfurnished,) in the soul-case of a Hero that we wot of, would certainly find the place a little less quiet than paradise. He is of opinion that “immaterial essences, such as an angel or a soul, occupy space and are extended." They are stretched, that is to say-especially such as happen to be hanged. The next angelic truth is one of which we have now daily demonstrations that convince, though they by no means satisfy, whole hosts of democrats: Two angels cannot be in the same space or place." So has the fact been shown of Ĵate to be as to democrats: two or more of them, for example, cannot be in the Secretaryship of State, the Treasury, or at the head of the same department; several of them may have been promised an appointment, but only one can get it at a time. Hence there are many democratic murmurings and a wrath not entirely angelic. Others, again, had hoped, according to the law we have explained farther back, to be the President's angelto be infused into his body, and govern him. But here again they were disappointed-certain squatters having already got possession there, and there being no such thing as evicting them, without repealing the Preemption and Occupant Claimant laws. Another learned inquirer into the angelic nature, looking on all those three hundred and fifty-eight points as settled into which St. Thomas A. had inquired, suggests some few additional ones, as worthy of solution; for instance "Whether, or not, angels have any innate ideas?" Denied: because what is itself not born can have nothing innate. Whether, then, Gen. Jackson's ideas of finance were innate?" Affirmed: it being clear that they were derived neither from perception, reflection, nor consciousness. "Were his ideas of Martial Law innate and inherent, or derivative?" Answer: the first, perhaps; for he is not suspected of having studied any things but two, interest and revenge. As to the second, they could not have been inherent; for they stuck at nothing. As to the third, negatur, until some one shall show whence he derived his ideas of grammar and spelling. Moreover, he was so little addicted to derivation, that he could hardly guess his own. "Since he is confessed to be the Rock of Ages,' to which of the formations does he belong, geologically speaking?" Valde dubitatur: for while to the best men who ever trusted him he proved himself of trapp, to the worst he was always plum-pudding stone. As he was saluted, in party apotheosis, by the title of Greatest and Rest,' quere, whether Pope's Universal Prayer,' (which is dedicated Deo optimo maximo,) and certain old temples with the same inscription, were not really to him?" Nodus valde difficilis et non solvendus nisi Ritchius intersit deus qui ei tribuit titulo, "FLAGELLAM ET PESTEM PATRIE." 66 Whether the Fall of Man was not really due to the taste which weak minds like Eve's have for Abstractions?" Affirmatur: because really, all things considered, Eve was pretty well off in para |