reformation, and not vengeance. Hence, Mr. Potts proposed to supply
our prisoners with teachers of languages, arts and sciences, dancing
and gymnastics. Every prison should have, he contended, a billiard
room and bowling saloon, a hairdresser, and a French cook.
Occasionally, accompanied by proper officers, the convicts should be
taken to the Italian Opera, or allowed to dance at Papanti's. The
object would be so to refine their tastes that they should shrink from
theft and murder, simply because they were ungentlemanly. Readmitted
to society, these gentlemen would give tone to the upper classes.

But Mr. Potts has gone in the midst of his schemes of usefulness. The
tailless quadruped, the shedless cow, the unwhitewashed African, the
condemned felon, the unhappy prisoner, actually treated as if he were
no gentleman, in him have lost a friend. When shall we see his like
again? Echo answers, Probably not for a very long period.




THE GONDOLIER.

O, rest thee here, my gondolier,
Rest, rest, while up I go,
To climb yon light balcony's height
While thou keep'st watch below.
Ah! if high Heaven had tongues as well
As starry eyes to see--
O, think what tales 'twould hate to tell
Of wandering youths like me.