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Society. The personal notes of the meeting are in Brother 

 Stowell's best vein, and are a reflex of the good feeling which 

 prevailed at Cleveland, and of which I have already spoken. 

 The amount of space taken up by these reports prevents the 

 Microscope from giving its usual quantity of general micro- 

 scopical news. Among the original papers will be found one 

 from Mr. Ouderdonk, of Rugby, Tenn., on the motion of diatoms, 

 that will prove interesting to our readers. Professor Stowell 

 promises an enlargement of the Microscope at an early day. So 

 mote it be. It is hard to get too much of a good thing. 



MY SIMPLE FARE. 



BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE. 



Placid am I, content, serene, 



I take my slab of gypsum bread, 

 And chunks of oleomargarine 



Upon its tasteless sides I spread. 

 i 

 The egg I eat was never laid 



By any cackling feathered hen, 

 But from the Lord knows what 'tis made, 



In Newark by unfeathered men. 



I wash my simple breakfast down 

 With fragrant chickory so cheap ; 



Or for the best black tea in town 

 Dried willow leaves I calmly steep. 



But if from men's vile arts I flee 

 And drink my water from the pump, 



I gulp down infusoriae, 



And quarts of raw bacteria?, 



And hideous rotatoria?, 



And wriggling polygastricae, 



And hard-shelled ophryocercins, 



And double-barreled kolpopse, 



Non-loricated ambodse, 



And various auimalculse 



Of middle, high and low degree, 

 For nature beats just all creation 

 In multiplied adulteration. 



