In a Fourtk of July addross Erastus Brooks madu these remurks on the shams of our couiitrj : To piss ly the political si ia nis which aro almost as QUmCTOUS as thu legión cast into tho soa, and undor whose maroh '■ tegrity of purpose, honosty of aduiinistvntion and sagacity in governineiit aro put far bohind that which is attractivo but falae- passing by politics, I siiy, because it is tlicfashion to sneer and shir at that which in good hands moans good government and good laws, let us look abroad upon professions and professors, teachers and doctrinaires. Science, soealled, quarrels with thoology, not so muoh because science and fcbeology are ivasonably at varianoe, or tho Mosaic record of man and nature inconsistent with modem research or discovery, but because tko iguorant theologian and the more ignorant discoverer - two blockheiuls in closo colusión - belicve that the ignorantie is the best interpretaron of divine wisdom. And it is a mistuke to sujpose that shams aro confined to low lii'e. Pulpit and press, physic and law, the shop and tho laboratory, profeesorships and colleges, teachers and studonta abound in shams. Men buy and build paper houses and sell tkem for oak or brown stono, with plenty of paint and tinsel to gild the goodly outside of falsohood. We oall our veneerings of walnut, rosewood and paint the genuino thing, wheu it is all a sham. How iuany shams attend our college eouimencements in the heat of midsummer 'i Our gilded cai"S and steamboats, whero they take tho place of durability and solid comfort, are shams. Plain words and facts - as a spade for a spade, a priscm for a theft - do not suit the age. Men lovo to be hunibugged. There is no folly so great, no creed so nionstrous, no pretensión RO absurd, no appoarance .so strange and unnatural, no fashion so slaTish or grotesque, as not to pass current before the pure gold of simplioity and sober truth. Pardon mo for so much truth on the day when we are accustomed to believo and say that we are the only rcally indepenaeat and patriotic pooplo in thïe history of the world. Here noWj niy lady friends, is a passing beauty, witli golden locks banking graoefully upon her BÜouldera as fair as those of our mother live ; with teoth of the pure.st white ; with cheeks vieing with the foireet roses that bloom this sido of Paradise ; perfect in symmetry, "the gluss of fashion and the mould of form" - and how muoh or rathcr how little, of all this moving picture, fitted for a gilded frame, or a frontispiece to a hohday book, than for real flesh and blood, is of Katuro's make 'i That man Worth, of Paris, before Paris was in part eousuiutd by tire, and a greater de.spot liy far in his way than Napoleon, made thousands of sueh walking beauties, from Einpress to grisetto, and at a oost for outsido wear that made the hardearned gold of fathors and husbands at homo the very sport of avarico and folly. Tan such shops, with such patrons - Americana the best patrons of all, and tho most Cringing of all - would givo bread and labor to half the peasantry of France. I can say nothing bettor of a class of men - men ao called, some of theni with their coats lined with rosebuds, a bud to every button-hole, or a bouquet in one as big as a cauliflower - men I presume thoy aro, but yet, men made by their draper, and tailors, and furnishers, their shoe-makers, hatteis and burbers. Why such creatures are brought into tho World, who can teil ?