AMERICAN TESTIMONIAL TO MRS. COWDEN CLARKE.

MR. WILLIS,--Some of your correspondents appear mighty fond of Old Oaken

Chairs, and I rather think if they were to visit the good old City of

Aberdeen, and go into the "Auld Kirk," they will see an Oak Chair

somewhat older than the engraved specimens in your "Current Notes," and

on a scroll over it, they will see written

"=The Chaire of Veritie.="

But what do you say to the New Rosewood Shaksperian Chair, sent from New

York as a complimentary testimonial to an amiable lady living at

Bayswater, the inscription on which exquisite piece of work is as

follows:

TO

MRS. MARY COWDEN CLARKE

THIS CHAIR IS PRESENTED

BY A FEW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF AMERICA

AS A TRIBUTE OF GRATITUDE, FOR THE UNEQUALLED

INDUSTRY

WHICH GAVE THE READERS OF ENGLISH

THROUGHOUT THE WORLD

HER CONCORDANCE TO SHAKSPERE.

_G. W. begs to add, that it is unnecessary for him to engrave the

beautiful drawing forwarded to him of this Chair, as he perceives an

engraving has already appeared in the Lady's Newspaper for the 24th

January, and he has returned the drawing as requested._

KATY-DID.--G. W.'s _New York Special Reporter writes him as follows, in

reference to the paragraph, p. 90 of "Current Notes" for December last._

SIR,--Please inform "_An Entomologist_" that it will afford your Special

Reporter much pleasure to send him a live specimen of the KATY-DID next

_fall_. We have no _Autumn_ in America! It is then they begin to sing,

or rather to say: at present they are, to use the words of Davie

Gellatley, "A' dead an' gane--a' dead an' gane." I first heard them one

evening in August among the elms on the battery, and so loud was the

noise, I fancied it was made by porters landing bars of iron on the

adjoining quays.

The jingle of the song your Entomological correspondent enquires after

was something like this; but I will send him a copy when I can procure

one.

"The dear little Katy-did sat on a tree,

And surly and sulky and savage was he,

His supper was stolen away by a bee,

But he thought his own deary had hidd'n it,

And while he kept calling 'twas you, Katy-did,

She merrily cried--'Katy-did-n't,'

[_Chorus of Boys and Girls._]

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