The Moon, as is generally known, shines with a borrowed light, while the
Sun is popularly supposed to manufacture its own gas and to arrange its
pyrotechnics on the premises. Our N.Y. _Sun_, however, does not always
manufacture its own beams. By far the most brilliant of the "sunbeams,"
for instance, published in that journal of November 1st, is the quaint
and charming little poem there headed "Sally Salter," and written
originally for Punchinello, in the issue of which publication for Oct.
1st it made its first appearance, under the title of "The Lovers." We
congratulate the _Sun_ on having thus successfully lit its pipe with
Punchinello's fire, though we think it might have been gracious enough
to have acknowledged the favor.
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