were all _under my feet_!--especially when I have the gout. I confess,
the dismemberment of Poland did not affect me much. A man who is much
accustomed to dismember fowls, will not care much about that of kingdoms.

Nor be the cod (a blessing on his head--and shoulders!) forgotten.
Beautifully candid, his laminae separate readily before the tranchant
silver, and each flake, covered with a creamy curd, lies ready to
receive the affusion of molten (not oiled) butter, which, with its
floating oyster-islands, seems in impatient agitation for the moment
of overflowing the alluring "white creature," as a modern poet styles it.

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TIMES TELESCOPE.


Having _transported_ the public for the term of _fourteen years_, our
readers need not be told that the present is the fifteenth volume. We
should say more in its praise had it said less in our own. In richness
and variety it is quite equal to any of its predecessors; and we promise
our readers an occasional sip of its original sweets.

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The _Keepsake_ and the _Christmas-Box_ (the latter a _juvenile_ annual)
must stand over for an early number.