Brougham, speaking of the salary attached to a new judgeship, said it was all moonshine. "Maybe," said Lord Lyndhurst; "but I've a notion that, moon* shine or not, you would like to see trie first quarter of it"

Morey Letter, a letter purporting to have been written by James A. Garfield to "H. L. Morey, Employers* Union, Lynn, Mass.," and published in fac-simile in an interior New York morning newspaper on the eve of the Presidential election in 1880. It expressed sympathy with the capitalist employers of labor, whose interests, it said, would be "best conserved" by freely admitting the immigration of Chinese laborers. It was copied and widely published in the newspapers, including those of the Pacific coast, and, notwithstanding the prompt action of the Republican managers in New York against the publishers of the newspaper in question and in denouncing it as the forgery which it was finally proved to be, it probably was the cause of the Republican loss of the State of California, which was apparently its main object. The Morey name and address was a myth.

Morgan. A good enough Morgan until after election, an effective phrase in the anti-Masonic party campaign in New York in the year 1827. A certain Morgan had disappeared, and, it was alleged, had been kidnapped and murdered by the Masons. A body was indeed found, which was asserted by the anti-Masons to be that of the vanished Morgan. As related by Thurlow Weed in his Autobiography (vol. i. p. 319), the following incident is that which gave rise to the cry: "The election of 1827 elicited an accusation against me which assumed proportions not dreamed of by those with whom it originated. Ebenezer Griffin, Esq., one of the counsel of the 'kidnappers,' who was going to Batavia to conduct the examination, observed laughingly to me, 'After we have proven that the body found at Oak Orchard is that of Timothy Monroe, what will you do for a Morgan V I replied in the same spirit, * That is a good enough Morgan for us until you bring back the one you carried oftV On the following day the Rochester Daily Advertiser gave what became the popular version of the story,—namely, that Mr. Weed had declared that, whatever might be proven, the body * was a good enough Morgan until after the election/" The phrase thus misquoted became an anti-Masonic watchword.

Mosaics, or Centos. A mosaic means an arrangement of small vari-colored glass, stones, marbles, etc., in patterns and figures. By extension the name is also applied to a sort of literary patchwork consisting of lines selected at random from various works or authors and rearranged into a new logical order. The result is also known as a cento, from the Greek word icevrpwv, "patchwork," probably influenced by a phonetic analogy with the Latin word centumy "a hundred." The art was practised both by the Greeks and the Romans during the decay of the true poetic spirit. From the former .we have inherited the "Homero-centones," a patchwork of lines taken from Homer (edited by Teucher at Leipsic, 1793), from the latter the "Cento Nuptialis"of Ausonius (who gives rules for the composition of the cento) and the •• Cento Virgilianus" of Proba Falconia. The latter lady was the wife of the proconsul Adelfius. Both she and her husband were converts to Christianity in the time of Constantine, and she celebrated the new faith by giving in misplaced lines from Virgil an epitome of Biblical history from Adam to Christ. To accomplish her object she did not change a single line, but arranged the whole under numerous sub-heads (as in modern newspapers), which gave the needed interpretation of the text below. Something of her method may be understood from the following, which is made to describe Christ's ascension into heaven:

Christus Ascendit Ad Ccelos.

His demum exactis, gpirantes dimovet auras
Aera per tenuem, coeloque invectus aperto,
Mortales vUus medio in sermone reliquit,
Infert se septus nebula (mirabile dictu)
Atque ilium solio siellantis regia cocli
Accipit, seiernumque tenet per saecula nomen.

Her example was followed by numerous monkish imitators in the Middle kees, who made the heathens bear copious testimony of this sort to Christian ithics and dogma. For example, Metullus, a monkish author of the twelfth :entury, constructed a number of devotional hymns from such unpromising material as Horace, with occasional assistance from Virgil. A Scotchman lamed Alexander Ross (i590-1654) produced a number of great works in this line, among them a "Virgilius Evangelizans," being a life of Christ made jp entirely from Vjrgil. These great works are now forgotten, and the ittthor is only remembered to-day by a chance allusion in Butler's " Hudibras:"

There was an ancient sage philosopher,
And he had read Alexander Ross over.

The cento did not take very vigorous root in British soil. Ross was the only enthusiast who devoted a lifetime to the work. Nevertheless a few stray trifles of this sort have occasionally been composed. The best of these may be cited as illustrative examples. An early—perhaps the earliest—English tpecimen was composed by a member of a certain Shakespeare Society which met annually to celebrate the death of their eponymic hero. It has survived through the fact that it was communicated to Dodsley, who included it in his "Collection of Poems by Several Hands" (1748). Here it is:

On The Birthday Of Shakespeare.

A Cento taken from his Works.
Peace to this meeting
Toy and fair time, health and good wishes.
Now, worthy friends, the cause why we are met
Is in celebration of the day that gave
Immortal Shakespeare to this favored isle,
the most replenished sweet work of Nature
Which from the prime creation e'er she framed.
.O thou, divinest Nature! how thyself thou blazon's!
In this thy son 1 formed in thy prodigality
To hold thy mirror up, and give the time
Its very form and pressure! When he speaks,
Each aged ear plays truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished,
So voluble is his discourse. Gentle
A3 zephyr blowing underneath the violet,
Not Wagging its sweet head—yet as rough
His noble blood enchafed, as the rude wind,
'J bat by the top doth take the mountain pine
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful
That an invisible instinct should frame him

?b loyalty, unlearned; honor, untaught;,
ivility, not seen in others; knowledge,
That wildly grows in him, but yields a crop
As if it had been sown. What a piece of work!
How noble in faculty 1 infinite in reason I
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his seal
Heaven has him now! Yet let our idolatrous fancy
Still sanctify his relics, and this day
Stand aye distinguished in the calendar
To the last syllable of recorded time;
For if we take him but for all in all,
We ne'er shall look upon his like again.

It will be seen that this cento does not play fair. It alters, adds, and subtracts according to the exigencies of the moment Even greater liberties are taken in the following, which was recently contributed to the Manchester jPress, England, by one E. A. Marsh:

My Faith.

Tune.—"From Greenland?* Icy*Mountains."

I am a pilgrim stranger Heb. xt. 13.

And often far from home, Heb. xi. 9.

1 pass through toil and danger /. Pet. i. 17.

Wherever I may roam. /. Pet. ii. xi.

I meet with opposition //. Cor. ii. 8, 9.

And trials on each hand, /. Pet. i. 7.

While publishing salvation, Rom. x. 10.

As Jesus gave command. Mark xvi. 15.

And while I am proclaiming

Glad tidings from the Word,
Some understand its meaning

And start to serve the Lord,
While others will reject it

And turn their ears away,
Although God's Holy Spirit

Has plainly shown the way.

I teach that man is mortal,

But this some will deny,
And think such teachings sinful,

Although I tell them why;
I turn to revelation,

And there I find that man
Was dust at his creation,

And turns to dust again.

The serpent said in Eden,

"Ye shall not surely die;"
And men of every nation

Believe the same old lie.
Although God said to Adam

That " Thou shalt surely die,"
Yet few dare to believe Him

Or on His Word rely.

Man then is not immortal,

But patiently must strive
To gain a life eternal

Through Christ who makes alive.
In Him we have redemption

And may be saved to-day,
By seeking for salvation

Through Christ the living way.

It has been man's opinion

That when a good man dies
He enters into heaven,

Beyond the stars and skies;
Yet there'a*no promise given

That they shall thus receive
A home with Christ in heaven.

Though many thus believe.

The Saviour once ascended

To dwell at God's right hand.
When Gentile times have ended

Descends to take command:
He now is interceding

For vain and sinful man,
But soon He'll finish pleading

And come to earth again.

Rom. x. 15.

Luke ii. xo.
Matt. xiii. 23.

Jsa. lv. 6, 7.

John xii. 48. //. Tim. iv. 4.

Eph. vi. 17.

Job iv. 17.

John Hi. 19.

Luke x. xo.

/. Thess. v. at.

/. Tim. iii. 16,17.

Gen. ii. 7.

Gen. iii. 19.

Eccl. iii. 30.

Gen. iii. x.

Gen. iii. 4. /. Tim. iv. 2. John viii. 44.

Gen. ii. x6.

Gen. ii. 17.

John v. 40.

Mark vii. 13.

/. Tim. vi. x6.

Rom. ii. 7.

John vi. 53.

John iii. 36.

/. Pet. i. 18.

Mark xvi. 15.

John v. 39.

John xiv. o.

Mark vii. 8.

yob xiv. xo.

John iii. 13.

Acts ii. 94.

John xiii. 34.

John xiv. 1-3.

John vii. 33.

/. John v. xo-ia.

Arts \. ix.

Heb. i. 3.

Tuke xxt. 94.

Dan. vii. 13.

/. John ii. x.

John ii. 9.

Rev. xxii. xs.

/. Tkrss. It. 16.

The promise is recorded Font. iv. x?.

That when He conies again Heb. ix. 28.

The saints will be rewarded Matt. xvi. 27.

And in the Kingdom reign, Dan. vii. 27.

They then will be immortal /. Cor. xv. 53.

And roam the plains of light, Rev. xxii. 5.

But sinners death eternal Rom. vi. 23.

Shall share in endless night. Is a. i. 28.

The times of restitution Acts iii. 21.

He then will usher in, Dan. ii. 44.

Amid great lamentation Rev. i. 17.

His righteous reign begin, Isa. xxxii. 1.

He comes to take the Kingdom, Ezek. xxi. 25.

To rule on David's throne, Luke i. 32.

The Kingdom and dominion Dan. vii. 14.

He then will rule alone. Ps. ex. 1, 2.

Though Israel has been scattered, Ex. xxii. 15.

Yet from the Word we learn //. 'Jim. iv. 8.
They surely will be gathered Ezek. xxxiv. 11-28.

And to their land return. Ezek. xxxvii. 21-28.

'Tis then the restoration Rom. xi. 26.

Of Israel will take place, Acts i. 6.

They are a chosen nation Deut. x. 5.

And of a royal race. Ps. lxxii. z.

Bat the two following are not open to criticism on the same score: What Is Life?

What strange infatuation rules mankind,

What different spheres to human bliss assigned;

To loftier things your finer pulses burn,

If man would but his finer nature learn;

What several ways men to their calling have,

And grasp at life though sinking to the grave.

Ask what is human life! the sage replies,

Wealth, pomp, and honor are but empty toys:

We trudge, we travel but from pain to pain,

Weak, timid landsmen on life's stormy main:

We only toil who are the first of things,

From labor health, from health contentment springs;

Fame runs before us as the morning star,

How little do we know that which we are;

Let none then here his certain knowledge boast

Of fleeting joys too certain to be lost;

For over all there hangs a cloud of fear.

All is but change and separation here.

To smooth life's passage o'er its stormy way,

Sum up at night what thou hast done by day;

Be rich in patience if thou in glides be poor;

So many men do stoope to sight unsure;

Choose out the man to virtue most inclined,

Throw envy, follyr prejudice behind.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,

Wealth heaped on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys;

Remembrance worketh with her busy train,

Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again;

On high estates huge heaps of care attend,

No ioy so great but runneth to an end ,

No hand applaud what honor shuns to hear.

Who casts off shame should likewise cast off fear.

Grief haunts us down the precipice of years,

Virtue alone no dissolution fears;

Time loosely spent will not again be won,

What shall I do to be forever known?

But now the wane of life comes darkly on,
After a thousand mazes overgone;
In this brief state of trouble and unrest,
Man never is, but always to be blest;

Chatterton.

Rogers.

Chas. Sprague.

R. H. Dana.

Ben Jonson.

Falconer.

Cowper.

Ferguson.

Quarles.

Burns.

Tennyson.

Beattie.

Dry den.

Byron.

Pom/ret.

Waller.

Hood.

Steele.

T Dwigkt.

Herbert.

Dunbar

Geff. Whitney.

Rowe.

Langhorne.

Congreve.

Johnson.

Goldsmith.

Drayton.

Webster.

Southwell.

Thomson.

Knowles.

W S. Landor.

Edward Moore.

Robert Greene.

Cowley.

% Baillie.

Keats.

B. Barton.

Alex. Pop*. Thine is the present hour, the past is fled, Mars den.

O thou Futurity, our hope and dread; Etiot.

How fading are the joys we dote upon I Blair.

Lo! while I speak the present moment's gone. Oldham.

0 thou Eternal Arbiter of things, Akenside.
How awful is the hour when conscience stings, Percival.
Conscience, stern arbiter in every breast, Hillhouse.
The fluttering wish on wing that will not rest! Mallett.

This above all—To thine own self be true, Shaketpeare.

Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so top. J. Denham.

To those that list the world's gay scenes I leave; Spencer,

Some ills we wish for, when we wish to live. Young.
Nates and Queries.

The Fate Of The Glorious Devil.

A glorious devil, Jarge in heart and brain, Tennyson.

Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, Shakespeare.

The world forsaking with a calm disdain, Thomson.

Majestic rises on the astonished sight. Taile.

Type of the wise who soar, but never roam,— Wordsworth.

Mark how it mounts to man's imperial race! Pope.

High is his perch, but humble is his home, Grahame.

Fast anchored in the deep abyss of space. Cowper.

And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, Beattie.

Where Punch and Scaramouch aloft are seen, Rogers.

Where Science mounts in radiant car sublime, Hemans.

And twilight fairies tread the circled green. Collins.

And, borne aloft by the sustaining blast, Longfellow.

Whom no man fully sees, and none can see, Prior.

'Wildered and weary, sits him down at last, Beattie.

Beneath the shelter of an aged tree. Burns.

1 will not stop to tell how far he fled, Wordsworth.
To view the smile of evening on the sea; Hemans.

He tried to smile, and, half succeeding, said, Crabbe.

"I smell a loller in the wind," said he. Chaucer*

"What if the lion in his rage I meet?" Collins.

(The Muse interprets thus his tender thought.) Beattie.

The scourge of Heaven! what terrors round him wait f Gray.

From planet whirled to planet more remote. Campbell.

Thence higher still, by countless steps conveyed, Bloomfield.

Remote from towns he ran his godly race; Goldsmith.

He lectured every youth that round him played— Rogers.

The jostling tears ran down his honest face. Burns.

"Another spring !'* his heart exulting cries. Bloomfield.

Vain are his weapons, vainer is his force; Byron.

A milk-white lion of tremendous size Falconer.

Lays him along the snows a stiffened corpse. Thomson.

The hay-cock rises, and the frequent rake
Looks on the bleeding foe that made him bleed;

And the green lizard and the golden snake
Pause at the bold irrevocable deed.

Joanna Baillie.

Byron.

Shelley.

Euripides*

Will ye one transient ray of gladness dart, Beattie.

To bid the genial tear of pity flow? Hemans.

By Heaven 1 I would rather coin my heart, Shakespeare.

Or Mr. Miller's, commonly called Joe I H. Smith.

People's Friend, May, 1871.

These are about the best of their sort It will be seen, however, that even the best are poor enough. If you want to make sense out of them you have to make-believe a good deal. Wherefore Laman Blanchard did a good work in burlesquing the art in a series of mosaic pieces published in George