The woods he remained, from the world safely hid,
While a child brought him food in a basket each day.
What became of him then, I really can't say,

For like the old woman under the hill,

(For all that I know,) he is living there still.

J. H. S.'

Thus endeth the legend of our first panic. Would that it had been the last! 'Punch,' it is well known, once effected a legal sonnet:

'WHEREAS on certain boughs and sprays,

Now certain birds are heard to sing

But 't was nothing like that which our friend 'D. MURRER' has recorded, and sent up in the following sketch:

'MR. EDITOR KNICKERBOCKER: My friend H. D. LICTO is a character, and I am on my way to tell you an anecdote of this same skeptical, sour-stomached, blunt, irreverent, cloudy-browed, restless, dry, waggish, and diabolical disciple of CHITTY.

'He never knows fairly what he is about, except when at a special plea; never knows what he eats, nor how much; but always bolts every thing before him. Then he will smoke most inordinately, especially after dinner, and become as torpid as a gorged anaconda, insomuch that he will fall asleep over his pleading - the only thing in the world for which he ever was known to manifest any love, respect, or devotion.

'During last fall, somehow or other, a romping young Miss took a fancy to him of all men, and begged LICTO to write a sonnet in her album. Now, he was as unused to the melting mood as to the aldermanic-ovation style of oratory. Nevertheless, he, 'not having the fear of GOD,' or female diplomacy, 'before his eyes,' and not knowing as usual what he was about, 'undertook and faithfully promised' to write, engross, and record the same, and brought the album to our room. (He and I roomed together.) The next Sunday came, with a huge turkey for dinner, of which turkey LICTO ate immoderately, and then went with me to our room. He was smoking his pipe in silence, when suddenly he thought, with a start, of the album, fished it up from among his papers, opened it, and began gazing abstractedly upon one of the virgin pages. Presently taking his pipe from his mouth, he thought aloud' (he often thinks in this way) as follows:

"Humph! wants me to write her a sonnet. Have n't written a verse for five years. Too late to decline now. What in shall I do? Must be done! Let's see!' Here he took up his pen; I turned my back upon him, and a silence ensued. After a few minutes the silence was broken by a most confident and self-satisfied 'THERE!' [Here another silence.] Presently I heard snoring, and looked around. He was stretched upon the lounge asleep, and the album lay open upon his table, revealing the following 'jem:'

write rhyme nary
a bit,

And who is otherwise uncomfortable, and can't
And does n't care a whit-
No how.'

'He seemed to have carried out his determination to extend each line until he found his 'rhyme,' as witness his interlineations; until he came to the last line, when, I suppose, his dinner overcame him.

'Springfield, Ill. Sept. 2, 1861.'

D. MURRER.

D. MURRER, we do incline unto you, and entreat further knowledge of D. LICTO. R. H. NEWELL, editor of the Table Talk in the New-York Sunday Mercury, is the author of the ballad of the South-Carolina Gentleman, published in an article in the KNICKERBOCKER, entitled 'Rough Rhymes of Revolution.' Suum cuique. OUR readers may have heard of the bad 'spell' of 'wethur,' which was once discovered by a grammarian, but they will find by perusing the document introduced by friend THOMAS that there be politicians who are under quite as evil a spell as any, wethur' of them all. Videlicet:

'DEAR SIR: Inclosed I send you a copy of a ticket, formed at a primary meeting of one of our 'unterrified' wards, for the ensuing Charter Election. Much attention has been paid to the education of the rising generation in our city, and public schools are established in every ward, but the effect in this locality is not at present visible. 'The nine cheers' for 'BEGTOW' were intended for Mr. BIGELOW, one of the candidates for Mayor. Respectfully your obedient servant,

The document referred to is the following:

LUTHER G. THOMAS.'

‘Eleventh WarD. — The following ticket was sent us last evening for publication, which we insert verbatim et spell-at-em, for the benefit of those concerned :

'Alderman - JAMES ROWE.

'school Com.-RICHARD QUINN.

'Courd of a Peals - BERNUTT MURREY.

'Judes of a Lecton-JAME V LUMES, THOMAS KEAHER, ANTUG GEAGER.
'Ward Clurk-JAMES A. WILLESOM.

'Cunestebels-THOMAS WILLIAM KEATCHUR, Gorge Ruden.

'Dealeaget to sembly Dist-JAMES R. YAUNG, PATRICK BRADY.
'Adgurent 9 Cheeres for Rowe and BEGTOW and the Hoole Ticket.'