our mixed companies here, which, if they happen to rise above bragg and whist, infallibly stop short of every thing either pleasing or instructive

Did they, quoth you? / Who sees the heavenly Rosaline / That, like a rude and savage man of Inde / At the first opening of the gorgeous east / Bows not his vassal head and strucken blind / Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?

[Magazine staffer:] In the bag may be the next chief—a wedding to one of officialdom's family will assure certainty.

The past two days we have celebrated Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year.