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The +princely merchant, in his counting-room, involuntarily experiences the +softening, humanizing influence of the hour, and, in tones tremulous +with unwonted emotion, privately directs his Chief-Clerk to tell all the +other clerks, that, on this night of all the round year, they may, +before leaving the store at 10 o'clock, take almost any article from +that slightly damaged auction-stock down in the front cellar, at actual +cost-price. This, they are to understand, implies their Employer's +hearty wish of a Merry Christmas to them; and is a sign that, in the +grand spirit of the festal season, he can even forget and forgive those +unnatural leaner entry-clerks who are always whining for more than their +allotted $7 a week. The President of the great railroad corporation, in +the very middle of a growling fit over the extra cost involved in +purchasing his last Legislature, (owing to the fact that some of its +Members had been elected upon a fusion of Radical-Reform and +Honest-Workingman's Tickets,) is suddenly and mysteriously impressed +with the recollection that this is Christmas Eve. "Why, bless my soul, +so it is!" he cries, springing up from his littered rosewood desk like a +boy. "Here, you General Superintendent out there in the office!" sings +he, cheerily, "send some one down to Washington Market this instant, to +find out whether or not any of those luscious anatomical western turkies +that I saw in the barrels this morning are left yet. If the commercial +hotels down-town haven't taken them all, buy every remaining barrel at +once! Not a man nor boy in this Company's service shall go home to-night +without his Christmas dinner in his hand! Lively, now, Mr. JONES! and +just oblige me by picking out one of the birds for yourself, if you can +find one at all less blue than the rest. It's Christmas Eve, sir; and +upon my word I'm really sorry our boys have to work to-morrow as usual. +Ah! it's hard to be poor, JONES! A merry Christmas to us all. Here's my +carriage come for me." And even in returning to their homes from their +daily avocations, on Christmas Eve, how the most grasping, penurious +souls of men will soften to the world's unfortunate! Who is this poor +old lady, looking as though she might be somebody's grandmother, sitting +here by the wayside, shivering, on such an Eve as this? No home to +go?--Relations all dead?--Eaten nothing in two days?--Walked all the way +from the Woman's Rights Bureau in Boston?--Dear me! _can_ there be so +much suffering on Christmas Eve? I must do something for her, or my own +good dinner to-morrow will be a reproach to me. "Here! Policeman! just +take this poor old lady to the Station-House, and give her a good warm +home there until morning. There! cheer-up, Aunty; you're all right +_now._ This gentleman in the uniform has promised to take care of you. +Merry Christmas!"--Or, when at home, and that extremely bony lad, in the +thin summer coat, chatters to you, from the snow on the front-stoop, +about the courage he has taken from Christmas Eve to ask you for enough +to get a meal and a night's-lodging--how differently from your ordinary +style does a something soft in your breast impel you to treat him. "No +work to be obtained?" you say, in a light tone, to cheer him up. "Of +course there's none _here,_ my young friend. All the work here at the +East is for foreigners, in order that they may be used at election-time. +As for you, an American boy, why don't you go to h-- I mean to the West. +_Go West_, young man! Buy a good, stout farming outfit, two or three +serviceable horses, or mules, a portable house made in sections, a few +cattle, a case of fever medicine--and then go out to the far West upon +Government-land. You'd better go to one of the hotels for to-night, and +then purchase Mr. GREELEY'S 'What I Know About Farming,' and start as +soon as the snow permits in the morning. Here are ten cents for you. +Merry Christmas!"--Thus to honor the natal Festival of Him--the +Unselfish incarnate, the Divinely insighted--Who said unto the +lip-server: Sell all that thou hast, and give it to the Poor, and follow +Me; and from Whom the lip-server, having great possessions, went away +exceeding sorrowful! + +Three men are to meet at dinner in the Bumsteadian apartments on this +Christmas Eve. How has each one passed the day? + +MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON, in his room in Gospeler's Gulch, reads Southern +tragedies in an old copy of the _New Orleans Picayune,_ until two +o'clock, when he hastily tears up all his soiled paper collars, packs a +few things into a travelling satchel, and, with the latter slung over +his shoulder, and a Kehoe's Indian club in his right hand, is met in the +hall by his tutor, the Gospeler. + +"What are you doing with that club, Mr. MONTGOMERY?" asks the Reverend +OCTAVIUS, hastily stepping back into a corner. + +"I've bought it to exercise with in the open air," answers the young +Southerner, playfully denting the wall just over his tutor's head with +it "After this dinner with Mr. DROOD, at BUMSTEAD'S, I reckon I shall +start on a walking match, and I've procured the club for exercise as I +go. Thus:" He twirls it high in the air, grazes Mr. SIMPSON'S nearer +ear, hits his own head accidentally, and breaks the glass in the +hat-stand. + +"I see! I see!" says the Gospeler, rather hurriedly. "Perhaps you _had_ +better be entirely alone, and in the open country, when you take that +exercise." + +Rubbing his skull quite dismally, the prospective pedestrian goes +straightway to the porch of the Alms-House, and there waits until his +sister comes down in her bonnet and joins him. + +"MAGNOLIA," he remarks, hastening to be the first to speak, in order to +have any conversational chance at all with her, "it is not the least +mysterious part of this Mystery of ours, that keeps us all out of doors +so much in the unseasonable winter month of December,[1] and now I am +peculiarly a meteorological martyr in feeling obliged to go walking for +two whole freezing weeks, or until the Holidays and this--this +marriage-business, are over. I didn't tell Mr. SIMPSON, but my real +purpose, I reckon, in having this club, is to save myself, by violent +exercise with it, from perishing of cold." + +"Must you do this, MONTGOMERY?" asks his colloquial sister, +thoughtfully. "Perhaps if I were to talk long enough with you--" + +"--You'd literally exhaust me into not going? Certainly you would," he +returns, confidently. "First, my head would ache from the constant +noise; then it would spin; then I should grow faint and hear you less +distinctly; then your voice, although you were talking-on the same as +ever, would sound like a mere steady hum to me; then I should become +unconscious, and be carried home, with you still whispering in my ear. +But do _not_ talk, MAGNOLIA; for I must do the walking-match. The +prejudice here against my Southern birth makes me a damper upon the +festivities of others at this general season of forgiveness to all +mankind, and I can't stand the sight of that DROOD and Miss POTTS +together. I'd better stay away until they have gone." + +He pauses a moment, and adds: "I wish I were not going to this dinner, +or that I were not carrying this club there." + +He shakes her hand and his own head, glances up at the storm-clouds now +gathering in the sky, goes onward to Mr. BUMSTEAD'S boarding-house, +halts at the door a moment to moisten his right hand and balance the +Indian club in it, and then enters. + +EDWIN DROOD'S day before merry Christmas is equally hilarious. Now that +the Flowerpot is no longer on his mind, the proneness of the masculine +nature to court misfortune causes him to think seriously of Miss +PENDRAGON, and wonder whether _she_ would make a wife to ruin a man? It +will be rather awkward, he thinks, to be in Bumsteadville for a week or +two after the Macassar young ladies shall have heard of his matrimonial +disengagement, as they will all be sure to sit symmetrically at every +front window in the Alms-House whenever he tries to go by; and he +resolves to escape the danger by starting for Egypt, Illinois, +immediately after he has seen Mr. DIBBLE and explained the situation to +him. Finding that his watch has run down, he steps into a jeweler's to +have it wound, and is at once subjected to insinuating overtures by the +man of genius. What does he think of this ring, which is exactly the +thing for some particular Occasions in Life? It is made of the metal for +which nearly all young couples marry now-a-days, is as endless as their +disagreements, and, by the new process, can be stretched to fit the +Second wife's hand, also. Or look at this pearl set. Very chaste, really +soothing; intended as a present from a Husband after First Quarrel. +These cameo ear-rings were never known to fail. Judiciously presented, +in a velvet case, they may be depended upon to at once divert a young +Wife from Returning to her Mother, as she has threatened. Ah! Mr. DROOD +cares for no more jewelry than his watch, chain and seal-ring? To be +sure! when Mr. BUMSTEAD was in yesterday for the regular daily new +crystal in his own watch--how _does_ he break so many!--_he_ said that +his beloved nephews wore only watches and rings, or he would buy paste +breastpins for them. Your oroide is now wound up, Mr. DROOD, and set at +twenty minutes past Two. + +"Dear old JACK!" thinks EDWIN to himself, pocketing his watch as he +walks away; "he thinks just twice as much of me as any one else in the +world, and I should feel doubly grateful." + +As dusk draws on, the young fellow, returning from a long walk, espies +an aged Irish lady leaning against a tree on the edge of the turnpike, +with a pipe upside-down in her mouth, and her bonnet on +wrong-side-afore. + +"Are you sick?" he asks kindly. + +"Divil a sick, gintlemen," is the answer, with a slight catch of the +voice,--"bless the two of yez!" + +EDWIN DROOD can scarcely avoid a start, as he thinks to himself, "Good +Heaven! how much like JACK!" + +"Do you eat cloves, madame?" he asks, respectfully. + +"Cloves is it, honey? ah, thin, I do that, whin I'm expectin' company. +Odether-nodether, but I've come here the day from New York for nothing. +Sure phat's the names of you two darlints?" + +"EDWIN," he answers, in some wonder, as he hands her a currency stamp, +which, on account of the large hole worn in it, he has been repeatedly +unable to pass himself. + +"EDDY is it? Och hone, och hone, machree!" exclaims the venerable woman, +hanging desolately around the tree by her arms while her bonnet falls +over her left ear: "I've heard that name threatened. Och, acushla +wirasthu!" + +Believing that the matron will be less agitated if left alone, and, +probably, able to get a little roadside sleep, EDWIN DROOD passes onward +in deep thought. The boarding-house is reached, and _he_ enters. + +J. BUMSTEAD'S day of the dinner is also marked by exhilarating +experiences. With one coat-tail unwittingly tucked far up his back, so +that it seems to be amputated, and his alpaca umbrella under his arm, he +enters a grocery-store of the village, and abstractedly asks how +strawberries are selling to-day? Upon being reminded that fresh fruit is +very scarce in late December, he changes his purpose, and orders two +bottles of Bourbon flavoring-extract sent to his address. And now he +wishes to know what they are charging for sponges? They tell him that he +must seek those articles at the druggist's, and he compromises by +requesting that four lemons be forwarded to his residence. Have they any +good Canton-flannel, suitable for a person of medium complexion?-- +No?--Very well, then: send half a pound of cloves to his house before +night. + +There are Ritualistic services at Saint Cow's, and he renders the +organ-accompaniments with such unusual freedom from reminiscences of the +bacchanalian repertory, that the Gospeler is impelled to compliment him +as they leave the cathedral. + +"You're in fine tone to-day, BUMSTEAD. Not quite so much volume to your +playing as sometimes, but still the tune could be recognized." + +"That, sir," answers the organist, explainingly, "was because I held my +right wrist firmly with my left hand, and played mostly with only one +finger. The method, I find, secures steadiness of touch and precision in +hitting the right key." + +"I should think it would, Mr. BUMSTEAD. You seem to be more free than +ordinarily from your occasional indisposition." + +"I am less nervous, Mr. SIMPSON," is the reply. "I've made up my mind to +swear off, sir.--I'll tell you what I'll do, SIMPSON," continues the +Ritualistic organist, with sudden confidential affability. "I'll make an +agreement with you, that whichever of us catches the other slipping-up +first in the New Year, shall be entitled to call for whatever he wants." + +"Bless me! I don't understand," ejaculates the Gospeler. + +"No matter, sir. No matter!" retorts the mystic of the organ-loft, +abruptly returning to his original gloom. "My company awaits me, and I +must go." + +"Excuse me," cries the Gospeler, turning back a moment; "but what's the +matter with your coat?" + +The other discovers the condition of his tucked-up coat-tail with some +fierceness of aspect, but immediately explains that it must have been +caused by his sitting upon a folding-chair just before leaving home. + +So, humming a savage tune in make-belief of no embarrassment at all in +regard to his recently disordered garment, Mr. BUMSTEAD reaches his +boarding-house. At the door he waits long enough to examine his +umbrella, with scowling scrutiny, in every rib; and then _he_ enters. + +Behind the red window-curtain of the room of the dinner-party shines the +light all night, while before it a wailing December gale rises higher +and higher. Through leafless branches, under eaves and against chimneys, +the savage wings of the storm are beaten, its long fingers caught, and +its giant shoulder heaved. Still, while nothing else seems steady, that +light behind the red curtain burns unextinguished; the reason being that +the window is closed and the wind cannot get at it. + +At morning comes a hush on nature; the sun arises with that innocent +expression of countenance which causes some persons to fancy that it +resembles Mr. GREELEY after shaving; and there is an evident desire on +the part of the wind to pretend that it has not been up all night. +Fallen chimnies, however, expose the airy fraud, and the clock blown +completely out of Saint Cow's steeple reveals what a high time there has +been. + +Christmas morning though it is, Mr. MCLAUGHLIN is summoned from his +family-circle of pigs, to mount the Ritualistic church and see what can +be done; and while a small throng of early idlers are staring up at him +from Gospeler's Gulch, Mr. BUMSTEAD, with his coat on in the wrong way, +and a wet towel on his head, comes tearing in amongst them like a +congreve rocket. + +"Where's them nephews?--where's MONTGOMERIES?--where's that umbrella?" +howls Mr. BUMSTEAD, catching the first man he sees by the throat, and +driving his hat over his eyes. + +"What's the matter, for goodness sake?" calls the Gospeler from the +window of his house. "Mr. PENDRAGON has gone away on a walking-match. Is +not Mr. DROOD at home with you?" + +"Norrabit'v it," pants the organist, releasing his man's throat, but +still leaning with heavy affection upon him: "m'nephews wen 'out with 'm +--f'r li'lle walk--er mir'night; an' 've norseen'm--since." + +There is no more looking up at Saint Cow's steeple with a MCLAUGHLIN on +it now. All eyes fix upon the agitated Mr. BUMSTEAD, as he wildly +attempts to step over the tall paling of the Gospeler's fence at a +stride, and goes crashing headlong through it instead. + +(_To be Continued_.) + +[Footnote 1: In the original English story there is, considering the +bitter time of year given, a truly extraordinary amount of solitary +sauntering, social strolling, confidential confabulating, +evening-rambling, and general lingering, in the open air. To "adapt" +this novel peculiarity to American practice, without some little +violation of probability, is what the present conscientious Adapter +finds almost the artistic requirement of his task.] + + * * * * * + +ALL HAIL! + +The most fearful weapon yet brought into the field of war--if we are to +believe newspaper correspondents--is the revolving grape-shot gun known +as the "hail-thrower," a piece of ordnance said to be in use by the +French and Prussian armies, alike. If half we hear about the +"hail-thrower" be true, 'twere better for all concerned to keep out of +hail of it. Many a hale fellow well met by that fearful hail storm must +go to grass ere the red glare of the war has passed away. "Where do you +hail from?" would be a bootless question to put when the "hail-thrower" +begins to administer throes to the breaking ranks. Worse than that; it +would probably be a headless question. + + * * * * * + +"THE PERFECT CURE." + +A newspaper paragraph states that, in Minnesota, they have a very +summary way of restoring the consciousness of pigs that have been +smitten by the summery rays of the sun. They simply open piggy's head +with a pick-axe or other handy instrument, introduce a handful or two of +salt, close up the head again, and piggy is all right. But this, after +all, is simply a new application of the old practice of Curing pork with +salt. + + * * * * * + +Con by a Son of a Gun. + +Why are the new breech-loaders supplied with needles? +To keep their breeches in repair, of course. + + * * * * * + +Con by a Carpet-Shaker. + +Why is a large carpet like the late rebellion? +Because it took such a lot of tax to put it down. + + * * * * * + +ADVICE TO PICNIC PARTIES. + +At this culminating period of the summer season, it is natural that the +civic mind should turn itself to the contemplation of sweet rural +things, including shady groves, lunch-baskets, wild flowers, sandwiches, +bird songs, and bottled lager-bier. + +The skies are at their bluest, now; the woods and fields are at their +greenest; flowers are blooming their yellowest, and purplest, and +scarletest. All Nature is smiling, in fact, with one large, +comprehensive smile, exactly like a first-class PRANG chromo with a +fresh coat of varnish upon it. + +Things being thus, what can be more charming than a rural excursion to +some tangled thicket, the very brambles, and poison-ivy, and possible +copperhead snakes of which are points of unspeakable value to a picnic +party, because they are sensational, and one cannot have them in the +city without rushing into fabulous extra expense. It is good, then, that +neighbors should club together for the festive purposes of the picnic, +and a few words of advice regarding the arrangement of such parties may +be seasonable. + +If your excursion includes a steamboat trip, always select a boat that +is likely to be crowded to its utmost capacity, more especially one of +which a majority of the passengers are babies in arms. There will +probably be some roughs on board, who will be certain to get up a row, +in which case you can make the babies in arms very effective as +"buffers" for warding off blows, while the crowd will save you from +being knocked down. + +Should there be a bar on board the steamer, it will be the duty of the +gentlemen of the party to keep serving the ladies with cool beverages +from it at brief intervals during the trip. This will promote +cheerfulness, and, at the same time, save for picnic duty proper the +contents of the stone jars that are slumbering sweetly among the +pork-pies and apple-dumplings by which the lunch-baskets are occupied. + +Never take more than one knife and fork with you to a picnic, no matter +how large the party may be. The probability is that you may be attacked +by a gang of rowdies and it is no part of your business to furnish them +with weapons. + +Avoid taking up your ground near a swamp or stagnant water of any kind. +This is not so much on account of mosquitoes as because of the small +saurian reptiles that abound in such places. If your party is a large +one, there will certainly be one lady in it, at least, who has had a +lizard in her stomach for several years, and the struggles of the +confined reptile to join its congeners in the swamp might induce +convulsions, and so mar the hilarity of the party. + +To provide against an attack by the city brigands who are always +prowling in the vicinity of picnic parties, it will be judicious to +attend to the following rules: + +Select all the fat women of the party, and seat them in a ring outside +the rest of the picnickers, and with their faces toward the centre of +the circle. In the event of a discharge of missiles this will be found a +very effective _cordon_--quite as effective, in fact, as the feather +beds used in the making up of barricades. + +Let the babies of the party be so distributed that each, or as many as +possible of the gentlemen present, can have one at hand to snatch up and +use for a fender should an attack at close quarters be made. + +If any dark, designful strangers should intrude themselves upon the +party, unbidden, the gentlemen present should by no means exhibit the +slightest disposition to resent the intrusion, or to show fight, as the +strangers are sure to be professional thieves, and, as such, ready to +commit murder, if necessary. Treat the strangers with every +consideration possible under the circumstances. Should there be no +champagne, apologize for the absence of it, and offer the next best +vintage you happen to have. Of course, having lunched, the strangers +will be eager to acquire possession of all valuables belonging to the +party. The gentlemen, therefore, will make a point of promptly handing +over to them their own watches and jewelry, as well as those of their +lady friends. + +Having arrived home, (we assume the possibility of this,) refrain, +carefully, from communicating with the police on the subject of the +events of the day. The publicity that would follow would render you an +object of derision, and no possible good could result to you from +disclosure of the facts. But you should at once make up your mind never +to participate in another picnic. + + * * * * * + +A CHANCE FOR OUR ORGAN GRINDERS. + +The famous _mitrailleur_, or grape-thrower, with which LOUIS NAPOLEON +has already commenced to astonish the Prussians, suggests congenial work +for the numerous performers on the barrel-organ with which our large +cities are at all times infested. It is worked with a crank, exactly +after the manner of the too-familiar street instrument; and might easily +be fitted with a musical cylinder arranged for the performance of the +most inspiriting and patriotic French airs. Should Italy, at present +neutral, take side with France hereafter, she should at once withdraw +her wandering minstrels from all parts of the world, and set them to +work on the "double attachment" engine of L.N. Nothing could be more +appropriate for working the _mitrailleur_ than a corps of barrel-organ +grinders from the land of the Grape. + + * * * * * + +THE ORIGIN OF PUNCHINELLO. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO: Though aware that you "belong to Company G," and must +not be bothered, I wish to ask whether you are descended from the famous +chicken-dealer of Sorrento, who sold fowls in Naples, and was well-known +in that fun-loving city for the humor of his speech and the oddity of +his form. He was called "PULCINELLA," I believe, the name being the same +as that of his wares. + +If not to this celebrated wag, perhaps you trace your origin to Mr. +PUCCIO D'ANELLO, who so delighted a company of actors at Aceria, with +his jokes and gibes, that they invited him to join them, and soon +discovered that they had found a Star. + +If neither of these classical wags was your ancestor, may I ask, who the +deuce _did_ you come from? Yours, truly, + +CURIOSO. + + * * * * * + +RECIPE TO BE TESTED. + +We see that they have been "firing cannon in the fields near Paris, to +bring on a rain." If there is any virtue in this recipe, they are likely +to get some moist weather to the north-eastward of Paris, to say the +least. The firing in that quarter may even lead to a Reign in Paris such +as France has not lately seen. We would not go so far as to _predict_ +anything of this sort. Oh, no; for we are aware that the moment we +should do so, NAPOLEON would lick the Prussians on purpose to show the +world that we didn't hit it that time. + + * * * * * + +THE WATERING PLACES. + +Punchinello's Vacations. + +When one wants to see the great people who are to be seen nowhere else, +one goes to the celebrated White Sulphur Springs of Virginia; and, very +correctly supposing that there might be persons there who would like to +see him, Mr. PUNCHINELLO took a trip to the aforesaid springs. He found +it charming there. There was such a chance to study character. From the +parlors where Chief-Justice CHASE and General LEE were hob-nobbing over +apple-toddies and "peach-and-honey," to the cabins where the wards of +the nation were luxuriating in picturesque ease beneath the shade of +their newly-fledged angel of liberty, everything was instructive to the +well-balanced mind. + +Here, too, in these fertile regions, were to be seen those exquisite +floral creations known as mint-juleps, the absence of which in our +Northern agricultural exhibitions can never be sufficiently deplored. + +Witness the beauty of the design and the ingenious delicacy of the +execution of one of the humblest of the species. + +From experience in the matter, Mr. P. is prepared to say, that not only +as an exponent of the beauties of nature, but as a drink, a mint-julep +is far superior to the water which gives thin resort its celebrity. Why +people persist in drinking that vilest of all water which is found at +the fashionable springs, Mr. P. cannot divine. If it is medicine you +want, you can get your drugs at any apothecary's, and he will mix them +in water for you for a very small sum extra. And the saving in expense +of travel, board and extras, will be enormous. + +But in spite of this fact, there were plenty of distinguished-looking +people at the White Sulphur. Mr. P. didn't know them all, but he had no +doubt that one of them was General LEE; one PHIL. SHERIDAN; another +Prof. MAURY; another GOLDWIN SMITH; and others Governor WISE; HENRY WARD +BEECHER, WADE HAMPTON, WENDELL PHILLIPS, RAPHAEL SEMMES, and LUCRETIA +MOTT. One man, an incognito, excited Mr. P.'s curiosity. This personage +was generally found in the society of LEE, JOHNSTON, POPE, HAMPTON, +GREELEY, and those other fellows who did so much to injure the Union +cause during the war. One day Mr. P. accosted him. He was an oddity, and +perhaps it would be a good idea to put his picture in the paper. + +"Sir!" said Mr. P., with that delicate consideration for which he is so +noted, "why do you pull your hat down over your eyes, and what is your +object in thus concealing your identity? Come sir! let us know what it +all means." + +The _incognito_ glanced at Mr. P. with the corner of his eye, and +perceiving that he was in citizen's dress, pulled his hat still further +over his face. + +"My business," said he, "is my own, but since the subject has been +broached, I may as well let _you_ know what it is." + +"You know me, then?" said Mr. P. + +"I do," replied the other, and proceeding with his recital, he said, +"You may have heard that a number of negro squatters were lately ejected +from a private estate in this State, after they had made the grounds to +blossom like the rose, and to bring forth like the herring." + +"Yes, I heard that," said Mr. P. + +"Well," said the other, "I happened to have some land near by, and I +invited those negroes to come and squat on my premises--" + +"Intending to turn them off about blossoming time?" said Mr. P. + +"Certainly, certainly," said the other, "and I am just waiting about +here until they put in a wheat crop on part of the land. I can then sell +that portion, right away." + +"Well, Mr. BEN BUTLER," said Mr. P., "all that is easily understood, now +that I know who you are; but tell me this, why are you so careful to +cover your face when in the company of civilians or ladies, and yet go +about so freely among these ex-Confederate officers?" + +"Oh," said the other, "you see I don't want to be known down here, and +some of the women or old men might remember my face. There's no danger +of any of the soldiers recognizing me, you know." + +"Oh, no," cried Mr. P. "None in the world, sir." + +"And besides," said the modest BUTLER, "it's too late now for me to be +spooning around among the women." + +"That's so," said Mr. P. "Good-bye, BENJAMIN. Any news from Dominica?" + +"None at all," said the other, "and I don't care if there never is. I am +opposed to that annexation scheme now." + +"Sold your claims?" said Mr. P. The incognito winked and departed. + +That evening at supper Mr. P. remarked that his biscuits were rather +hard, and he blandly requested a waiter to take one of them outside and +crack it. The elder PEYTON, who runs the hotel, overheard Mr. P.'s +remark, and stepping up to him, said: + +"Sir, you should not be so particular about your food. What you pay me, +while you stay at my place, is my charge for the water you drink. The +food and lodging I throw in, gratis." + +Mr. P. arose. + +"Mr. PEYTON," said he, "when I was quite a little boy, my father, making +the tour of America, brought me here, and I distinctly remember your +making that remark to him. Since then many of my friends have visited +the White Sulphur, and you invariably made the same remark to them. Is +there no way to escape the venerable joke?" + +The gentle PEYTON made no answer, but walked away, and after supper, one +of the boarders took Mr. P. aside and urged him to excuse their host, as +he was obliged to make the joke in question to every guest. The +obligation was in his lease. + +So the matter blew over. + +Reflecting, however, that if he had to pay so much for the water, that +he had better drink a little, Mr. P. went down to the spring to see what +could be done. On the way, he met Uncle AARON, formerly one of +WASHINGTON'S body-servants. The venerable patriarch touched his hat, and +Mr. P., hoping from such great age to gain a little wisdom, propounded +the following questions: + +"Uncle, is this water good for the bile?" + +"Oh, lor! no, mah'sr! Dat dar water 'ud jis spile anything you biled in +it. Make it taste of rotten eggs, for all the world, sir! 'Deed it +would.' + +"But what I want to know," said Mr. P., "is why the people drink it." + +"Lor' bless you, mah'sr! Dis here chile kin tell you dat. Ye see de +gem'men from de Norf dey drinks it bekase they eat so much cold wheat +bread. Allers makes 'em sick, sir." + +"And why do the Southerners drink it?" + +"Wal, mah'sr, you see dey eats so much hot wheat bread, and it don't +agree wid 'em, no how." + +"But how about the colored people? I have seen them drinking it, +frequently," said Mr. P. + +"Oh, lor, mah'sr, how you is a askin' questions! Don't you know dat de +colored folks hab to drink it bekase dey don't get no wheat bread at +all?" + +Mr. P. heard no better philosophy than this on the subject while he +remained at the White Sulphur. When he left, he brought a couple of +gallons of the water with him, and intends keeping it in the +water-cooler in his office, for loungers. + + * * * * * + +THE POEMS OF THE CRADLE. + + +CANTO III. + + "JACK and GILL went up the bill + To fetch a pail of water; + JACK fell down and broke his crown, + And GILL came tumbling after." + +How many persons there are who read those lines without giving one +moment's thought to their hidden beauty. Love, obedience, and devotion +unto death, are here portrayed; and yet people will repeat the lines of +the melancholy muse with a smile on their faces, and even teach it to +their young children as a sort of joyful lyric. + +My own infant-mind was tampered with in the same manner; and after I had +committed the poem to memory I was proudly called up by my fond and +doting parents to display my infantile acquirements before admiring +visitors. The result might have been foreknown. All my infancy and youth +passed away, and I never once perceived the hidden worth of these lines +till I had tumbled down a hill myself, cracked my crown, and was laid up +with it a week or more. During that time I had leisure to muse on the +fate of poor JACK. When my mind expanded so as to take in all the +sublimity of his devotion and death, my heart was filled with admiration +and astonishment, and I resolved I would make one effort to rescue the +memory of poor JACK and loving GILL from the oblivion it seemed to be +falling into, in the greater admiration people gave to the musical style +of the writer. + + "JACK and GILL went up the hill." + +Here you see the obedient, loving, long-suffering, put-upon drudge of +his brothers and sisters-we will take the liberty of giving him a few of +each as we are a little more generous than the author--who was compelled +(not the author, but JACK,) to do all the chores, fetch and carry, 'tend +and wait, bear the heat and burden of the day, and be the JACK for all +of them. He was not dignified by the respectable title of JOHN, or +JONATHAN, but was poor simple JACK. + +Virtue will always be rewarded, however, and even freckle-faced, +red-headed JACK had one friend, blue-eyed, tender-hearted GILL, who, +seeing the unhesitating obedience he rendered to all, forthwith +concluded that one so lone and sad could appreciate true friendship and +understand the motives that prompted her to give, unsolicited, her +gushing love. So, when the good JACK started up the hill, loving GILL +generously offered to accompany him. Probably the other children looked +out of the windows after them, and laughed, and jeered, and wondered +whither they were going; but, observing the pail, concluded they were +going + + "To fetch a pail of water," + +which they were willing JACK should do, as it would save them the +possibility of being ordered to do it; not that there was a probability +of such a command being given, but there was a slight danger that the +thing might happen in case JACK was occupied otherwise when the water +was needed. But now that he had gone for it, they were all right, and +rejoiced exceedingly thereat. + +Meanwhile the two little sympathizing companions toiled up the steep +hill, drinking in with every inhalation of the balmy air copious +draughts of the new-found elixir of life. "Soft eyes looked love to eyes +that spake again,"[2] and their hearts melted beneath each tender glance. +The little chubby hands that grasped the handle of the pail timidly +crept closer together, and by the time they had reached the rugged top, +it needed but one warm embrace to mingle the two souls into one, +henceforth forever. + +This was done. + +Tremblingly they drew back, blushing, casting modest glances at each +other; and then, to aid them in recovering from their confusion, turned +their attention to the water, which reflected back two happy, smiling +faces. Filling the pail with the dimpled liquid mirror, they turned +their steps homeward. + +Light at heart and intoxicated with bliss, poor JACK, ever unfortunate, +dashed his foot against a stone, and thus it was that + + "JACK fell down and broke his crown." + +[Oh! what a fall was there, my countrywomen!] Fearful were the shrieks +that rent the mountain air as he rolled down the hillside. The pail they +had carried so carefully was overturned and rent asunder, and the +trembling water spilled upon the smiling hill-side--fit emblem of their +vanishing hopes. + +Down went the roley-poley boy, like a dumpling down a cellar-door; +crashing his head against the cruel rocks that stood in stony +heartedness in his way, and dashing his brains out against their hard +sides. His loving companion, eyes and month dilated with horror, stood +still and rigid, gazing upon the fearful descent, and its tragic ending, +then throwing her arms aloft, and giving a fearful shriek of agony that +thrilled with horror the hearts of the hearers--if there were any--cast +herself down in exact imitation of the fall of her hero, rolled over and +over as he did, and ended by mingling her blood with his upon the same +stones. + +_His_ crown was broken diagonally; _hers_ slantindicularly; that was the +only difference. Her suicidal act is commemorated in the line, + + "And GILL came tumbling after." + +The catastrophe was witnessed by the assembled family, who hastened to +the bleeding victims of parental injustice, and endeavored to do all +that was possible to restore life to the mangled forms of the two who +loved when living, and in death were not divided. + +But all in vain. They were dead, and not till then did the family +appreciate the beautiful, self-denying, heroic disposition of the little +martyr, JACK. + +The two innocent forms were buried side by side, and the whole country +round mourned the fate of the infant lovers. + +Painters preserved their pictures on canvas, and poets sung them at +eventide. The beauties of their life, and their tragic death, were given +by the poet-laureate of the day in the words I have just transcribed; +and such an impression did these make on the minds of the inhabitants, +that the whole population took them to heart, and, with tears in their +eyes, taught them to their children, even unto the third and fourth +generations. + +Alas! it was reserved for our day and generation to gabble them over +unthinking, carelessly unmindful of the fearful fate the words describe. + +Repentant ones, drop to their memory a tear, even now! It is not too +late! + +[Footnote 2: Original, by some other fellow.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: +WHAT WE MAY EXPECT IN OUR ARMY OF THE FUTURE. +"NONE BUT THE BRAVE," ETC.] + + * * * * * + +LETTER FROM A CROAKER. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO: You have not, I believe, informed your readers, one of +whom I have the honor to be, as to whether you have yet united yourself +to any Designing Female. As this is a matter peculiarly interesting to +many of your readers, all of whom, I have not the least doubt, are +interested in your welfare, I would advise some statement on your part, +respecting it. + +I trust, my dear sir, that, if you are as yet free, you will take the +well-intended advice of a sufferer, and steer entirely clear of the +shoals and quicksands peculiar to the life of a married man, by never +embarking in the matrimonial ship. + +Do not misunderstand me. I lived happily, very happily, with my sainted +BELINDA--it must be confessed that she had a striking partiality for +sardines, which caused considerable of a decrease in the profits of my +wholesale and retail grocery establishment. I cherish no resentment on +that account, but, as you probably well know, one of the discomforts of +matrimonial existence is children. + +Sir, I have a daughter, who is considered passably good-looking by +certain appreciative individuals. Since the unfortunate demise of my +lamented wife, the profits of the mercantile establishment of which I am +proprietor have largely increased, and as REBECCA is my only child, +there is a considerable prospect of her bringing to the man who espouses +her, a comfortable dowry, and probably a share in my business. + +I keep no man-servant, and after my daughter retires--generally at the +witching hour of two in the morning,--I am obliged to hobble down +stairs, extinguish the lights, cover the fire, lock up the house, and +ascertain whether it is perfectly fire and burglar-proof for the time +being. + +Were this, sir, the only annoyance to which I am subjected, my wrath +would probably expend itself in a little growling, but hardly have I +reposed myself upon my couch, ere my ear catches an infernal tooting and +twanging and whispering, and a broken-winded German band, engaged by an +admirer of my REBECCA, strikes up some outrageous _pot pourri_, or +something of that sort, and sleep, disgusted, flees my pillow. + +Last night--or rather this morning--they came again. Their discordant +symphonies roused me to desperation. I seized a bucket of slops, and; +opening the window, dashed the contents in the direction of the music; +the full force of the deluge striking a fat, froggy-looking little +Dutchman, who was puffing and blowing at a bassoon infinitely larger +than himself. He was just launching out into a prodigious strain, but it +expired while yet in the bloom of youth. He remained for a short time in +the famous posture of the Colossus of Rhodes, vainly endeavoring to +shake off the cigar-stumps and other little _et ceteras_ which were +clinging to him like cerements, uttering the while unintelligible oaths. +Then he struck for his _domus et placens uxor_ at as rapid a rate as his +little dumpy legs could carry him. + +If they come to-night--if they dare to come--I will give them a dose +which they will remember. + +My dear sir, what can I do to rid myself of these annoyances? The girl +has been to boarding-school, and so can't be sent there again. She has +no friends or relations whom it would be advisable to put her off upon. +Assist me then, in this, the hour of my tribulation, and you, my dear +Mr. PUNCHINELLO, will merit the lasting gratitude of an + +UNHAPPY FATHER. + +[The best thing an "Unhappy Father" can do, under the circumstances, is +to learn to play upon the bass horn, and then, should the brazen +serenaders again make their appearance, he can give them blow for +blow.--ED. PUNCHINELLO.] + + * * * * * + +That Iron "Dog." + +The latest bit of intelligence given by the police regarding the "dog" +so much spoken of in connection with the Twenty-third street murder, is +that it is not, as at first stated, the kind of instrument used by +shipwrights. In other words, the police have discovered that it is not a +Water-dog, though, up to the present date, they have not been able to +prove it a Bloodhound. + + * * * * * + +Severe Penalty. + +A newspaper gravely informs us that "the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania +has refused the Writ of Error in the case of Dr. SHOEPPE, convicted of +the murder of Mr. STEINNEKE, _and will be hanged_." + +Can nothing be done to save this Court? One may say they had no business +to refuse the Writ. But, at any rate, we are of opinion that the +punishment is excessive. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: WONDERFUL TOUR DE FORCE, + +PERFORMED "ON THE BEACH AT LONG BEACH," BY PROFESSOR JAMES FISK, JR., +THE GREAT AMERICAN ATHLETE.] + + * * * * * + +HIRAM GREEN ON JERSEY MUSQUITOES. + +A Hard-fought Battle--Musquitoes have no Sting that Jersey Lightning +cannot Cure. + +New Jarsey is noted among her sister countries, as bein' responsible for +2 of the most destructive things ever got up. + +The first is of the animal kingdom, and varyin in size from a 3 yeer old +snappin' turtle, to a lode of hay. + +It has a bayonet its nose, in which is a skwirt gun charged with +pizen. + +It has no hesitation, whatsoever, of shovin' it's pitch-fork into a +human bein', and when a feller feels it, it makes him think old +SOLFERINO has come for him, and no mistake. + +The sirname of this sleep-distroyin' animile, is Muskeeter. And they +like their meet raw. + +Misery Number 2 is a beverige manufactured from the compound extract of +chain litenin on the wing, and ile of vitril. It is then flavored with +earysipelas and 7 yeer itch, when it is ready to lay out it's man. + +I was on a visit to Jarsey, a short time ago, and if ever a man was +justified in cussin' the day he ever sot foot onto the classick red +shores of New Jarsey, (which soil, by the way, is so greasy that all the +red-headed New Jarsey gals use it for hair ile, while for greasin' a +pancake griddle it can't be beat,) it was the undersined. + +The first nite I was in that furrin climb, after hangin' my close over a +chair, and droppin' my false teeth in a tumbler of water, I retired in a +sober and morril condition. + +"Balmy sleep, sweet nater's hair restorer," which sentiment I cote from +Mr. DICKENS, who, I understand from the Bosting clergy, is now sizzlin', +haden't yet folded me in her embrace. + +Strains of melody, surpassin' by severil lengths the melifflous +discordant notes of the one-armed hand organist's most sublimerest +seemfunny, sircharged the atmosfear. Ever and anon the red-hot breezes +kissed the honest old man's innocent cheek, and slobbered grate capsules +of odoriferous moisture, which ran in little silvery streams from his +reclinin' form. Yes! verily, great pearls hung pendant from his nasal +protuberants. + +In other words, I hadent gone to sleep, but lay their sweatin' like an +ice waggon, while the well-known battle song of famished Muskeeters fell +onto my ear. The music seized; and a regiment of Jarsey Muskeeters, all +armed to the teeth and wearin' cowhide butes, marched single-file into +my open window. + +The Kernal, a gray-headed old war-worn vetenary, alited from his hoss, +and tide the animal to the bed-post. + +The Commander then mounted ontop of the wash-stand, and helpin' hisself +to a chaw of tobacker out of my box, which lay aside him, the old +scoundrel commenced firin' his tobacker juice in my new white hat. "See +here, Kernal," said I, somewhat riled at seein' him make a spittoon of +my best 'stove-pipe,' "if it's all the same to you, spose'n you eject +your vile secretion out of the winder." + +"Cork up, old man," said the impudent raskle, "or ile spit on ye and +drown you." + +All about the room the privates were sacreligously misusing my property. + +One red-headed old Muskeeter, who was so full of somebody's blood he +couldn't hardly waddle, was seated in the rockin'-chair, and with my +specturcols on his nose, was readin' a copy of PUNCHINELLO, and laffin' +as if heed bust. + +Another chap had got my jack-nife, and was amusin' hisself by slashin' +holes in my bloo cotton umbreller, which two other Muskeeters had shoved +up, and was a settin' under, engaged in tyin' my panterloon legs into +hard nots. + +Another scallawag had jammed my coat part way into my butes, and was +pourin' water into 'em out from the wash-pitcher, and I am sorry to say +it, evry darned Muskeeter was up to some mean trick, which would put to +blush, even a member of the New Jarsey legislater. + +Suddenly the Kernal hollered: + +"To arms!" + +And every Muskeeter fell into line about my bedside. + +"Charge bagonets!" said the Kernal. At which the hul lot went for me. +Their pizened wepins entered my flesh. + +They charged onto my bald head. Rammed their bayonets into my arms--my +back--my side--and there wasen't a place bigger'n a cent, which they +diden't fill with pizen. + +There I lay, groanin' for mercy. + +But Jersey Muskeeters, not dealin' in that article, don't know what it +is. + +Like the new collecter MURFY, when choppin' off the heads of FENTON +offis holders, mercy hain't their lay, about these times. + +At this juncture a company of draggoons clinchin' their pesky bills into +me, dragged me off onto the floor. + +And then such a horrible laff they would give, when I would strike for +them and miss hittin'. + +There I lay on the floor, puffin' and blowin' like a steem ingine, while +the hull army was dancin' a war dance around my prostrate figger, and +the old Kernal was cuttin' down a double shuffle on the wash-stand, +which made the crockery rattle. + +I kicked at 'em as they would charge on my feet and l--limbs. I grabbed +at 'em, as they charged on my face--arms--and shoulders. + +Slap! bang! kick! sware! + +I couldn't stand it much longer. + +As a big corpulent feller, who, I should judge, was gittin' readdy to +jine a Fat mans club, went over me, I catched him by the heel. + +I hung on to him with my best holt + +He dragged me all over the floor. + +My head struck the bedposts, and other furniture. + +3 other Muskeeters got straddle of me, and as if I was a hoss, spurred +me up purty lively. + +All of a sudden the Muskeeter I was hangin' to give a yank, and drew out +his foot, left his bute in my hand. + +Brandishin' the bute about my head, I cleared at lot of Muskeeters. + +Jumpin' to my feet I made things fly for a minuit, pilin' up the killed +and wounded in a promiscous heap. + +Seein' the Kernal settin' up there enjoyin' the fun, I let fly the bute +at him. + +Smash! went the lookin-glass. + +The venerable commanding Muskeeter had dodged, and was settin' on the +burow, with his thumb on his nose, wrigglin' his fingers at me in a very +ongentlemanly manner. + +There I was again unarmed, dancin' about, swelled up like a base ball +player on match day. + +"Blood IARGO!" was the cry. + +I tride to make a masked battery with a piller. It was no protection +again Jarsey Muskeeters. + +As RACHEL mourned for her step-mother, I sighed for me home. + +"Why, oh why," I cride, "did I leave old Skeensboro?" + +A widder wearin' a borrowed suit of mornin'--eleven children cryin' +because the governor had been chawed up by Muskeeters crowded into my +thoughts. + +The army was gettin' reddy to charge onto me agin, and avenge their +fallen comrags. + +Suddenly a brite thought struck me. + +I ceased a sheet and waved it for a flag of truce. + +The order wasen't given. + +"Kernal," said I, "before we continue this fite, let's take a drink all +around, and I'll stand treat." + +"Done," said he, "trot out your benzine." + +I opened the burow drawer, and took out a black bottle. + +I pulled the cork and filled all the glasses, then poured a lot into the +wash-bowl, when I handed the bottle to the Kernal. + +"Make ready! Take aim! Drink!" Down went the licker. + +I laffed a revengeful laff, as every condemned Muskeeter turned up their +heels and cride: + +"Water--send my bones back to Chiny--mother dear, I'm comein', 300,000 +strong--we die--by the hand--of Jarsey--lite--" + +And Jarsey litenin', more powerful than the chassepo gun of France or +the needle-gun of Prushy, had done its work, and the old man was saved +to the world! + +It was 3 days before any close would again fit me. + +I looked more like a big balloon than a human bein', I was swelled up so +with the pizen. + +My blessin's on the head of the individual who invented Jarsey litenin'. +Nothin else would have saved the Lait Gustise's valuable life. + +Ever of thow, + +HIRAM GREEN, Esq., + +_Lait Gustise of the Peece._ + + * * * * * + +From our own Correspondent. + +Rumors of war from Europe must always be expected, for how can we get +Pacific news by Atlantic Telegraph? + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS," ETC, + +_First Small Bather_. "WOULDN'T OUR MAMS GIVE US FITS IF THEY CAUGHT US +SWIMMIN'?" + +_Second Ditto_. "I'LL BET YER!" + +(_But neither of the happy little truants knows that a thief is running +off with their clothes_.)] + + * * * * * + +REFORM IN JUVENILE LITERATURE. + +Since the thrilling moment when GUTTENBURG made his celebrated +discovery, numbers of persons have tried their hands--and undoubtedly +their heads also--at Books for the Young. Hitherto, many of them have +evinced a sad lack of judgment in respect of matter. + +Would you believe it, in this highly moral and virtuous age? they have +actually written stories!--stories that were not true! They haven't +seemed to care a button whether they told the truth or not! Where can +they have contracted the deadly heresy that imagination, feeling, and +affection, are good things, deserving encouragement? Mark the effect of +these pernicious teachings! Hundreds and thousands--nay, fellow mortal, +_millions_ of children,--now walk the earth, believing in fairies, +giants, ogres, and such-like unreal personages, and yet unable (we blush +to say it!) to tell why the globe we live on is flattened at the poles! +Is it not a serious question whether children who persistently ignore +what is true and important, but cherish fondly these abominable fables, +may not ultimately be lost? + +But, thanks to the recent growth of practical sense--or the decline of +the inventive faculty--in writers for the young, a better day is +dawning, and there is still some hope for the world. Men of sense and +morality are coming forward: they dedicate their minds to this +service--those practical minds whence will be extracted the only true +pabulum for the growing intellect. It is to minds of this stamp--so +truly the antipodes of all that is youthful, spontaneous, and +child-like, (in a word: frivolous,) that we must look for those solid +works which, in the Millennium that is coming, will perfectly supplant +what may be termed, without levity, the "Cock and Bull" system of +juvenile entertainment. Worldly people may consider this stuff graceful +and touching, sweet and loveable; but it is nevertheless clearly +mischievous, else pious and proper persons wouldn't have said so, time +and again. + +For our part, we may as well confess that our sympathies go out +undividedly toward that important class who are averse to +Nonsense,--more particularly _book_-nonsense,--which they can't stand, +and won't stand, and there's an end of it. There is something +exceedingly winning, to us, in that sturdy sense, that thirst for +mathematical precision, that impatience of theory, that positive and +self-reliant--we don't mind saying, somewhat dogmatical--air, that +sternness of feature, thinness of lip, and coldness of eye, which belong +to the best examples. We respect even the humbler ones; for they at +least hate sentiment, they do not comprehend or approve of humor, and +they never relish wit. What does a taste for these qualities indicate, +but an idle and frivolous mind, devoted to trifles: and how fatal is +such a taste, in the pursuit of wealth and respectability! + +Fantastic people have much to say of the "affections," the "graces and +amenities of life," "soul-culture," and the like. We cannot too deeply +deplore their fatuity, in giving prominence to such abstractions. As for +children, the most we can concede is, that they have a natural--though, +of course, depraved--taste for stories: yes, we will say that this +fondness is irrepressible. But, what we really must insist on, is, that +in gratifying that fondness, you give them _true_ stories. Where is the +carefully trained and upright soul that would not reject "JACK, the +Giant-killer," or "Goody Two-shoes," if it could substitute (say, from +"New and True Stories for Children,") a tale as thrilling as this: + + "When I was a boy, I said to my uncle one day, 'How did you + get your finger cut off?' and he said, 'I was chopping a + stick one evening, and the hatchet cut off my finger.'" + +Blessings, blessings on the man who thus embalmed this touching +incident! Who does not see that the reign of fiction is over! + +That the parental portion of the public may judge what the future has in +store for their little ones (who, we hope, will be men and women far +sooner than their ancestors were,) we present them with a fragrant +nosegay (pshaw! we mean, a shovel-full) of samples, commending them, +should they wish for more, to the nearest Sabbath-school library. + +Ah, it is a touching thing, to see some great philanthropist come +forward, at the call of Duty and his Publisher (perhaps also quickened +by the hollow sound emitted by his treasure-box), and compress himself +into the absurdly small compass of a few pages 18mo., in order to afford +himself the exalted pleasure of holding simple and godly converse with +children at large! + +"All truth--no fiction." What further guarantee would you have? How +replete with useful matter must not a book with _that_ assurance be! Let +us read: + + "The Indians cannot build a ship. They do not Know how to get + iron from the mines, _and they do not know enough._ + + "Besides, they do not like to work, and like to fight + _better_ than to work. + + "When they want to sail, they burn off a log of wood, and + make it hollow by burning and scraping it with sharp stones." + +Now we ask, does not this satisfy your ideal of food for the youthful +mind? Observe that it is simple, direct, graphic, satisfying. It cannot +enfeeble the intellect. It will be useful. There is something tangible +about it. The child at once perceives that if the Indians knew how to +"get iron from the mines," and "knew enough" in general, they would +build ships, in spite of their distaste for work. There can be no doubt +that this is "all truth--no fiction," for Indians are sadly in want of +ships. They like to sail; for we learn that "when they want to sail" +they are so wild for it, that they even go to the length of "burning off +a log of wood, and making it hollow by burning and scraping it with +sharp stones." We thus perceive the significance of the apothegm, "Truth +is stranger than fiction." The day is not far distant when children will +think as much of the new literature as they formerly did of certain +worm-lozenges, for which they were said to "cry." + +And where everything has been inspired by the love of Truth, even the +cuts may teach something. If "a canoe," contrary to the general +impression, is at least as long as "a ship," it is very important that +children should so understand it; and if "a pin-fish" is really as big +as "a shark," no mistaken deference to the feelings of the latter should +make us hesitate to say so. + +No child, we are convinced, is too young to get ideas of science. In one +of the model books we are pleased to find this great truth distinctly +recognized: + + "'Is there anything like a lever about a wheelbarrow?' said + his father. 'O yes, sir,' said JAMES. 'The axle; and the + wheel is the prop, the load is the weight, and the power is + your hand.'" + +This, we should say, speaks for itself. + +Nor is a child ever too young to get ideas of thrift. One of our writers +for infants observes, after explaining that the Dutch reclaimed the +whole of Holland from the sea by means of dykes, "they worked hard, +saved their money, and so grew rich." Any child can take such hints. + +Neither is it wholly amiss to demonstrate that a child can't put a clock +in his pocket. For it is plain that he would else be trying to do so +sometime. + +Now, where in the "Arabian Nights" do you find anything like this?--We +answer, triumphantly, Nowhere! + + "'JAMES,' said his father, 'do not shut up hot water too + tight, and take care when it is over the fire.' + + "'A lady was boiling coffee one day, and kept the cover on + the coffee-pot too long. When she took it off, the water + turned to steam, and flew up in her face, and took the skin + off. + + "'Do you know how they make the wheels of a steamboat move? + They shut up water tight in a great kettle and heat it. Then + they open a hole which has a heavy iron bar in it, the steam + lifts it, in trying to get out. That bar moves a lever, and + the lever moves the wheels. + + "'Machines are wonderful things.'" + +This fact the reader must distinctly realize. And doesn't he realize +that the days of JACK, the Giant-killer, and Little Red Riding Hood, are +about over? We want truth. The only question is, (as FESTUS observed), +What is Truth? + + * * * * * + +PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE + +ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. + +_Derrick_.--There is a superstition afloat that, if you see a ladder +hoisted against a house, and, instead of passing outside the ladder you +pass under it, some accident or affliction will befall you. What about +this? + +_Answer._.--It all depends upon circumstances. If, while passing under +the ladder, a hod of bricks should fall through it and strike you on the +head, then an "accident or affliction" shall have befallen you: +otherwise not. + +_Nincompoop_.--I hear a great deal about the "log" of the _Cambria._ Can +you tell me how it is likely to be disposed of? + +_Answer_.--It is to be manufactured into snuff-boxes for the officers +and crew of the _Dauntless_, as a delicate admission that they are up to +snuff and not to be sneezed at. + +_Nick of the Pick_.--What is the best way of securing one's self from +the bodily damages to which all persons who attend pic-nic parties now +seem to be liable? + +_Answer_.--Don't go to pic-nic parties. Rough it at home. + +_John Brown_.--We cannot insert jokes on the number of SMITHS in the +world--except as advertisements. For lowest rates see terms on the +cover. + +_Hircus_.--We are sorry to say that your remarks on Baby Farming are not +based upon facts. In nine cases out of ten it has nothing whatever to do +with Husbandry. + +_Acorn_.--As this is the seventh time you have written to us, asking +whether corns can be cured by cutting, so it must be the last. The thing +palls, and we must now try whether ACORN cannot be got rid of by +cutting. + +_Horseman_.--No; we never remember to have met a man who did not "know +all about a horse." If such a man can be found, his fortune and that of +the finder are assured. + +_Seeker_.--It may be true that man changes once in every seven years but +that will hardly excuse you from paying your tailor's bill contracted in +1862, on the ground that you are not the same man. + +_Fond Mother_.--None but a brutal bachelor would object to a "sweet +little baby," merely because it was bald-headed. + +_Sempronius_.--Would you advise me to commit suicide by hanging? + +_Answer_.--No. If you are really bound to hang, we would advise you to +hang about some nice young female person's neck instead of by your own: +it's pleasanter. + +_Wacks_.--Yes, the Alaska seal contracts will undoubtedly include the +great Seal of the United States. + +_"Talented" Author_.--We do not pay for rejected communications. + +_Many Inquiriers_.--We can furnish back numbers to a limited extent; +future ones by the cargo, or steamboat. + + * * * * * + +FINANCIAL. + +WALL STREET, AUGUST 2ND. + +Respected Sir: Acting upon your suggestion that, despite the repugnance +with which the truly artistic mind must ever view it, Commerce was a +rising institution, and that amongst the thousands of the refined and +haughty who read PUNCHINELLO with feelings of astonishment and awe, +there were some misguided men whose energies had been perverted to the +pursuit of filthy lucre, your contributor yesterday descended into the +purlieus of the city in quest of information wherewith to pander to the +tastes of the debased few. + +It would be useless to point out to you that 10 A.M. is not the hour at +which it is the custom of Y.C. to tear himself from his luxurious conch. +His conception of the exalted has always been associated with late +breakfasts. On this memorable occasion, however, duty and a bell-boy +called him; and at the extraordinary hour to which he has referred he +arose and set about his investigations. + +A party of distinguished and sorrowing friends accompanied him as far as +BANG'S. The regard which he cherishes for poetry and art had hitherto +marked out this pleasant hostelrie as the utmost limit of his down-town +perambulations. The conversation of his distinguished friends was +elevating: the potations in which they drank their good wishes were +equally, if not more so. Having deposited $2.35 for safe-keeping with a +trusted friend, your contributor hailed a Wall Street stage and sped +fearlessly to his destination. He has gone through the ordeal safely. +Annexed are the result of his labors, in the shape of bulletins which +were forwarded to but never acknowledged by a frivolous and unfeeling +editor. + +WALL STREET, 10-1/2 A.M.--The market opened briskly with a tendency +towards DELMONICO'S for early refreshments. Eye-openers in active +demand. Brokers have undergone an improvement. + +11 A.M.--On the strength of a rumor that a gold dollar had been seen in +an up-town jewelry store, gold declined 1.105. + +11.15 A.M.--In consequence of a report that Col. JAS. FISK, JR., has +secured a lease of Plymouth Church, and is already engaged in +negotiations with several popular preachers, Eries advanced one-half per +cent. + +HALF-PAST ELEVEN A.M.--A reaction has commenced in Eries, it being given +out that Madame KATHI LANNER had sustained an injury which would +necessitate her withdrawal from the Grand Opera House. + +TWELVE O'CLOCK.--Just heard some fellow saying, "St. Paul preferred." +Couldn't catch the rest. It seems important. What did St. Paul prefer. +Look it up, and send me word. + +HALF-PAST TWELVE.--Market excited over a dog-fight. How about St. Paul? + +ONE.--Police on the scene. Market relapsed. Anything of St. Paul yet? +Send me what's-his-name's Commentaries on the Scriptures. + +HALF-PAST ONE.--News has been received here that Commodore VANDERBILT +was recently seen in the neighborhood of the Croton reservoir. In view +of the anticipated watering process, N.Y.C. securities are buoyant. +Many, however, would prefer their stock straight. But what was it St. +Paul preferred? Do tell. + +TWO O'CLOCK.--Immense excitement has been created on 'Change by a report +that JAY GOULD had been observed discussing Corn with a prominent +Government official. A second panic is predicted. + +QUARTER PAST TWO.--Later advices confirm the above report. The place of +their meeting is said to have been the Erie Restaurant. Great anxiety is +felt among heavy speculators. + +HALT-PAST TWO.--It is now ascertained that the Corn they were discussing +was Hot Corn at lunch. A feeling of greater security prevails. + +THREE O'CLOCK.--Intelligence has just reached here that a dime-piece was +received in change this morning at a Broadway drinking saloon. Gold has +receded one per cent, in consequence. Eries quiet, Judge BARNARD being +out of town. + +P.S. I haven't found out what St. Paul preferred. What's-his-name don't +mention it in his Commentaries. + +HALF-PAST THREE.--Sudden demand for New York Amusement Co.'s Stock. +HARRY PALMER to reopen Tammany with a grand scalping scene in which the +TWEED tribe of Indians will appear in aboriginal costume. NORTON, GENET, +and _confrères_ have kindly consented to perform their original _rôles_ +of _The Victims_. + +P.S. Unless I receive some definite information concerning that +preference of St. Paul's, I shall feel it incumbent on me to vacate my +post of Financial Editor. + +FOUR O'CLOCK.--On receipt of reassuring news from Europe, the market has +advanced to DELMONICO'S, where wet goods are quoted from 10 cents +upwards. Champagne brisk, with large sales. Counter-sales (sandwiches, +etc.,) extensive. Change in greenbacks greasy. + +P.S. Asked a fellow what St. Paul preferred. He said, "St. Paul +Preferred Dividends, you Know." Perhaps St. Paul did. A great many +stockholders do. But what stock did St. Paul hold? Was it Mariposa +or--"Only just taken one, but, as you observe, the weather _is_ +confounded hot--so I don't mind if I--" + +GREENBAYS. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: THE DOG IN THE MANGER. +Crispin won't do the work himself, and won't let John Chinaman do it. ] + + * * * * * + +OUR PORTFOLIO. + +We have just received from "DICK TINTO," our special correspondent at +the seat of war, the following metrical production said to have been +written by HENRI ROCHEFORT in prison, but suppressed in obedience to +orders from the Emperor. PUNCHINELLO felicitates his readers upon the +enterprise which enables him to lay it before them, and flatters himself +that the enormous trouble and expense involved in hauling it to this +side of the Atlantic, will not prevent him from doing it again--if +necessary. + +AU PRINCE IMPERIAL. + +SCENE.--_A square fronting the Bureau of the chemin de fer for Chalons +and Metz. Time, Midi._ + +The Prince Imperial, en route for the seat of war, is seated upon a +milk-white steed. Beneath his left arm he convulsively carries a +struggling game-cock, with gigantic gaffs, while his right hand feebly +clutches a lance, the napping of whose pennant in his face appears to +give him great annoyance and suggests the services of a "Shoo-fly." +Around him throng the ladies of the Imperial bed-chamber and a cohort of +nurses, who cover his legs with kisses, and then dart furtively between +his horse's _jambes_ as if to escape the pressure of the crowd. Just +beyond these a throng of hucksters, market-women, butchers, bakers, +etc., vociferously urge him to accept their votive offerings of garden +truck, carrots, cabbages, parsnips, haunches of beef, baskets of French +rolls and the like, all of which the Prince proudly declines, whereupon +the vast concourse breaks forth into this wild chant to the air of + +BINGEN ON THE RHINE. + + From fountains bright at fair Versailles, + And gardens of St. Cloud-- + With a rooster of the Gallic breed + To cock-a-doodle-do-- + + Behold! our Prince Imperial comes, + And in his hands a lance, + That erst he'll cross with German spears + For glory and for France. + + They've ta'en his bib and tucker off, + And set him on a steed; + That he may ride where soldiers ride, + And bleed where soldiers bleed. + + They've cut his curls of jetty hair, + And armed him _cap à pie_, + Until he looks as fair a knight + As France could wish to see. + + Ho! ladies of the chamber, + Ho! nurses, gather near; + Your _charge_ upon a _charger_ waits + To shed the parting tear. + + Come! kiss him for his mother, + _Et pour sa Majesté,_ + And twine his brow with garlands of + The fadeless _fleurs de lis._ + + _Voila!_ who but a few moons gone + Of babies held the van, + Now wears his spurs and draws his blade + Like any other man! + + Then come, ye courtly dames of France, + Oh! take him to your heart, + And cheer as only woman can + Our beardless BONAPARTE; + + For ere another sun shall set, + Those lips cannot be kissed; + And through the grove and in the court + Their prattling will be missed. + + The light that from those soft blue eyes + Now kindly answers thine, + Will flash where mighty armies tread, + Upon the banks of Rhine. + + Yea, hide from him, as best you can, + All womanly alarms, + Nor smile with those who mocking cry, + "Behold! A _babe-in-arms!_" + + A babe indeed! Oh! sland'rous tongues, + A Prince fresh from his smock, + Shows _manly_ proof if he can stand + The battle shout and shock. + + And this is one on whom the gods + Have put their stamp divine: + The latest, and perchance the last + Of Corsica's dread line. + + Then for the Prince Imperial + _Citoyens_ loudly cheer: + That his right arm may often bring + Some German to his _bier_; + + That distant Rhineland, trembling, + May hear his battle-cry, + And neutral nations wondering ask, + "_Oh! how is this far high?_" + +Our private dispatches from the seat of war in Europe are very +confusing. The "Seat" appears to be considerably excited, but the "War" +takes things easily, and seems to have "switched off" for an indefinite +time. 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The princely merchant, in his counting-room, +involuntarily experiences the softening, humanizing influence of the +hour, and, in tones tremulous with unwonted emotion, privately directs +his Chief-Clerk to tell all the other clerks, that, on this night of +all the round year, they may, before leaving the store at 10 o'clock, +take almost any article from that slightly damaged auction-stock down +in the front cellar, at actual cost-price. This, they are to +understand, implies their Employer's hearty wish of a Merry Christmas +to them; and is a sign that, in the grand spirit of the festal season, +he can even forget and forgive those unnatural leaner entry-clerks who +are always whining for more than their allotted $7 a week. The +President of the great railroad corporation, in the very middle of a +growling fit over the extra cost involved in purchasing his last +Legislature, (owing to the fact that some of its Members had been +elected upon a fusion of Radical-Reform and Honest-Workingman's +Tickets,) is suddenly and mysteriously impressed with the recollection +that this is Christmas Eve. "Why, bless my soul, so it is!" he cries, +springing up from his littered rosewood desk like a boy. "Here, you +General Superintendent out there in the office!" sings he, cheerily, +"send some one down to Washington Market this instant, to find out +whether or not any of those luscious anatomical western turkies that I +saw in the barrels this morning are left yet. If the commercial hotels +down-town haven't taken them all, buy every remaining barrel at once! +Not a man nor boy in this Company's service shall go home to-night +without his Christmas dinner in his hand! Lively, now, Mr. JONES! and +just oblige me by picking out one of the birds for yourself, if you can +find one at all less blue than the rest. It's Christmas Eve, sir; and +upon my word I'm really sorry our boys have to work to-morrow as usual. +Ah! it's hard to be poor, JONES! A merry Christmas to us all. Here's my +carriage come for me." And even in returning to their homes from their +daily avocations, on Christmas Eve, how the most grasping, penurious +souls of men will soften to the world's unfortunate! Who is this poor +old lady, looking as though she might be somebody's grandmother, +sitting here by the wayside, shivering, on such an Eve as this? No home +to go?—Relations all dead?—Eaten nothing in two days?—Walked all the +way from the Woman's Rights Bureau in Boston?—Dear me! <i>can</i> +there be so much suffering on Christmas Eve? I must do something for +her, or my own good dinner to-morrow will be a reproach to me. "Here! +Policeman! just take this poor old lady to the Station-House, and give +her a good warm home there until morning. There! cheer-up, Aunty; +you're all right <i>now.</i> This gentleman in the uniform has +promised to take care of you. Merry Christmas!"—Or, when at home, and +that extremely bony lad, in the thin summer coat, chatters to you, from +the snow on the front-stoop, about the courage he has taken from +Christmas Eve to ask you for enough to get a meal and a +night's-lodging—how differently from your ordinary style does a +something soft in your breast impel you to treat him. "No work to be +obtained?" you say, in a light tone, to cheer him up. "Of course +there's none <i>here,</i> my young friend. All the work here at the +East is for foreigners, in order that they may be used at +election-time. As for you, an American boy, why don't you go to h— I +mean to the West. <i>Go West</i>, young man! Buy a good, stout farming +outfit, two or three serviceable horses, or mules, a portable house +made in sections, a few cattle, a case of fever medicine—and then go +out to the far West upon Government-land. You'd better go to one of the +hotels for to-night, and then purchase Mr. GREELEY'S 'What I Know About +Farming,' and start as soon as the snow permits in the morning. Here +are ten cents for you. Merry Christmas!"—Thus to honor the natal +Festival of Him—the Unselfish incarnate, the Divinely insighted—Who +said unto the lip-server: Sell all that thou hast, and give it to the +Poor, and follow Me; and from Whom the lip-server, having great +possessions, went away exceeding sorrowful!</p> + <p>Three men are to meet at dinner in the Bumsteadian apartments +on this Christmas Eve. How has each one passed the day?</p> + <p>MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON, in his room in Gospeler's Gulch, reads +Southern tragedies in an old copy of the <i>New Orleans Picayune,</i> +until two o'clock, when he hastily tears up all his soiled paper +collars, packs a few things into a travelling satchel, and, with the +latter slung over his shoulder, and a Kehoe's Indian club in his right +hand, is met in the hall by his tutor, the Gospeler.</p> + <p>"What are you doing with that club, Mr. MONTGOMERY?" asks the +Reverend OCTAVIUS, hastily stepping back into a corner.</p> + <p>"I've bought it to exercise with in the open air," answers the +young Southerner, playfully denting the wall just over his tutor's head +with it "After this dinner with Mr. DROOD, at BUMSTEAD'S, I reckon I +shall start on a walking match, and I've procured the club for exercise +as I go. Thus:" He twirls it high in the air, grazes Mr. SIMPSON'S +nearer ear, hits his own head accidentally, and breaks the glass in the +hat-stand.</p> + <p>"I see! I see!" says the Gospeler, rather hurriedly. "Perhaps +you <i>had</i> better be entirely alone, and in the open country, when +you take that exercise."</p> + <p>Rubbing his skull quite dismally, the prospective pedestrian +goes straightway to the porch of the Alms-House, and there waits until +his sister comes down in her bonnet and joins him.</p> + <p>"MAGNOLIA," he remarks, hastening to be the first to speak, in +order to have any conversational chance at all with her, "it is not the +least mysterious part of this Mystery of ours, that keeps us all out of +doors so much in the unseasonable winter month of December,<a + name="FNanchor1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a> and now +I am peculiarly a meteorological martyr in feeling obliged to go +walking for two whole freezing weeks, or until the Holidays and +this—this marriage-business, are over. I didn't tell Mr. SIMPSON, but +my real purpose, I reckon, in having this club, is to save myself, by +violent exercise with it, from perishing of cold."</p> + <p>"Must you do this, MONTGOMERY?" asks his colloquial sister, +thoughtfully. "Perhaps if I were to talk long enough with you—"</p> + <p>"—You'd literally exhaust me into not going? Certainly you +would," he returns, confidently. "First, my head would ache from the +constant noise; then it would spin; then I should grow faint and hear +you less distinctly; then your voice, although you were talking-on the +same as ever, would sound like a mere steady hum to me; then I should +become unconscious, and be carried home, with you still whispering in +my ear. But do <i>not</i> talk, MAGNOLIA; for I must do the +walking-match. The prejudice here against my Southern birth makes me a +damper upon the festivities of others at this general season of +forgiveness to all mankind, and I can't stand the sight of that DROOD +and Miss POTTS together. I'd better stay away until they have gone."</p> + <p>He pauses a moment, and adds: "I wish I were not going to this +dinner, or that I were not carrying this club there."</p> + <p>He shakes her hand and his own head, glances up at the +storm-clouds now gathering in the sky, goes onward to Mr. BUMSTEAD'S +boarding-house, halts at the door a moment to moisten his right hand +and balance the Indian club in it, and then enters.</p> + <p>EDWIN DROOD'S day before merry Christmas is equally hilarious. +Now that the Flowerpot is no longer on his mind, the proneness of the +masculine nature to court misfortune causes him to think seriously of +Miss PENDRAGON, and wonder whether <i>she</i> would make a wife to +ruin a man? It will be rather awkward, he thinks, to be in +Bumsteadville for a week or two after the Macassar young ladies shall +have heard of his matrimonial disengagement, as they will all be sure +to sit symmetrically at every front window in the Alms-House whenever +he tries to go by; and he resolves to escape the danger by starting for +Egypt, Illinois, immediately after he has seen Mr. DIBBLE and explained +the situation to him. Finding that his watch has run down, he steps +into a jeweler's to have it wound, and is at once subjected to +insinuating overtures by the man of genius. What does he think of this +ring, which is exactly the thing for some particular Occasions in Life? +It is made of the metal for which nearly all young couples marry +now-a-days, is as endless as their disagreements, and, by the new +process, can be stretched to fit the Second wife's hand, also. Or look +at this pearl set. Very chaste, really soothing; intended as a present +from a Husband after First Quarrel. These cameo ear-rings were never +known to fail. Judiciously presented, in a velvet case, they may be +depended upon to at once divert a young Wife from Returning to her +Mother, as she has threatened. Ah! Mr. DROOD cares for no more jewelry +than his watch, chain and seal-ring? To be sure! when Mr. BUMSTEAD was +in yesterday for the regular daily new crystal in his own watch—how <i>does</i> +he break so many!—<i>he</i> said that his beloved nephews wore only +watches and rings, or he would buy paste breastpins for them. Your +oroide is now wound up, Mr. DROOD, and set at twenty minutes past Two.</p> + <p>"Dear old JACK!" thinks EDWIN to himself, pocketing his watch +as he walks away; "he thinks just twice as much of me as any one else +in the world, and I should feel doubly grateful."</p> + <p>As dusk draws on, the young fellow, returning from a long +walk, espies an aged Irish lady leaning against a tree on the edge of +the turnpike, with a pipe upside-down in her mouth, and her bonnet on +wrong-side-afore.</p> + <p>"Are you sick?" he asks kindly.</p> + <p>"Divil a sick, gintlemen," is the answer, with a slight catch +of the voice,—"bless the two of yez!"</p> + <p>EDWIN DROOD can scarcely avoid a start, as he thinks to +himself, "Good Heaven! how much like JACK!"</p> + <p>"Do you eat cloves, madame?" he asks, respectfully.</p> + <p>"Cloves is it, honey? ah, thin, I do that, whin I'm expectin' +company. Odether-nodether, but I've come here the day from New York for +nothing. Sure phat's the names of you two darlints?"</p> + <p>"EDWIN," he answers, in some wonder, as he hands her a +currency stamp, which, on account of the large hole worn in it, he has +been repeatedly unable to pass himself.</p> + <p>"EDDY is it? Och hone, och hone, machree!" exclaims the +venerable woman, hanging desolately around the tree by her arms while +her bonnet falls over her left ear: "I've heard that name threatened. +Och, acushla wirasthu!"</p> + <p>Believing that the matron will be less agitated if left alone, +and, probably, able to get a little roadside sleep, EDWIN DROOD passes +onward in deep thought. The boarding-house is reached, and <i>he</i> +enters.</p> + <p>J. BUMSTEAD'S day of the dinner is also marked by exhilarating +experiences. With one coat-tail unwittingly tucked far up his back, so +that it seems to be amputated, and his alpaca umbrella under his arm, +he enters a grocery-store of the village, and abstractedly asks how +strawberries are selling to-day? Upon being reminded that fresh fruit +is very scarce in late December, he changes his purpose, and orders two +bottles of Bourbon flavoring-extract sent to his address. And now he +wishes to know what they are charging for sponges? They tell him that +he must seek those articles at the druggist's, and he compromises by +requesting that four lemons be forwarded to his residence. Have they +any good Canton-flannel, suitable for a person of medium complexion?— +No?—Very well, then: send half a pound of cloves to his house before +night.</p> + <p>There are Ritualistic services at Saint Cow's, and he renders +the organ-accompaniments with such unusual freedom from reminiscences +of the bacchanalian repertory, that the Gospeler is impelled to +compliment him as they leave the cathedral.</p> + <p>"You're in fine tone to-day, BUMSTEAD. Not quite so much +volume to your playing as sometimes, but still the tune could be +recognized."</p> + <p>"That, sir," answers the organist, explainingly, "was because +I held my right wrist firmly with my left hand, and played mostly with +only one finger. The method, I find, secures steadiness of touch and +precision in hitting the right key."</p> + <p>"I should think it would, Mr. BUMSTEAD. You seem to be more +free than ordinarily from your occasional indisposition."</p> + <p>"I am less nervous, Mr. SIMPSON," is the reply. "I've made up +my mind to swear off, sir.—I'll tell you what I'll do, SIMPSON," +continues the Ritualistic organist, with sudden confidential +affability. "I'll make an agreement with you, that whichever of us +catches the other slipping-up first in the New Year, shall be entitled +to call for whatever he wants."</p> + <p>"Bless me! I don't understand," ejaculates the Gospeler.</p> + <p>"No matter, sir. No matter!" retorts the mystic of the +organ-loft, abruptly returning to his original gloom. "My company +awaits me, and I must go."</p> + <p>"Excuse me," cries the Gospeler, turning back a moment; "but +what's the matter with your coat?"</p> + <p>The other discovers the condition of his tucked-up coat-tail +with some fierceness of aspect, but immediately explains that it must +have been caused by his sitting upon a folding-chair just before +leaving home.</p> + <p>So, humming a savage tune in make-belief of no embarrassment +at all in regard to his recently disordered garment, Mr. BUMSTEAD +reaches his boarding-house. At the door he waits long enough to examine +his umbrella, with scowling scrutiny, in every rib; and then <i>he</i> +enters.</p> + <p>Behind the red window-curtain of the room of the dinner-party +shines the light all night, while before it a wailing December gale +rises higher and higher. Through leafless branches, under eaves and +against chimneys, the savage wings of the storm are beaten, its long +fingers caught, and its giant shoulder heaved. Still, while nothing +else seems steady, that light behind the red curtain burns +unextinguished; the reason being that the window is closed and the wind +cannot get at it.</p> + <p>At morning comes a hush on nature; the sun arises with that +innocent expression of countenance which causes some persons to fancy +that it resembles Mr. GREELEY after shaving; and there is an evident +desire on the part of the wind to pretend that it has not been up all +night. Fallen chimnies, however, expose the airy fraud, and the clock +blown completely out of Saint Cow's steeple reveals what a high time +there has been.</p> + <p>Christmas morning though it is, Mr. MCLAUGHLIN is summoned +from his family-circle of pigs, to mount the Ritualistic church and see +what can be done; and while a small throng of early idlers are staring +up at him from Gospeler's Gulch, Mr. BUMSTEAD, with his coat on in the +wrong way, and a wet towel on his head, comes tearing in amongst them +like a congreve rocket.</p> + <p>"Where's them nephews?—where's MONTGOMERIES?—where's that +umbrella?" howls Mr. BUMSTEAD, catching the first man he sees by the +throat, and driving his hat over his eyes.</p> + <p>"What's the matter, for goodness sake?" calls the Gospeler +from the window of his house. "Mr. PENDRAGON has gone away on a +walking-match. Is not Mr. DROOD at home with you?"</p> + <p>"Norrabit'v it," pants the organist, releasing his man's +throat, but still leaning with heavy affection upon him: "m'nephews wen +'out with 'm —f'r li'lle walk—er mir'night; an' 've norseen'm—since."</p> + <p>There is no more looking up at Saint Cow's steeple with a +MCLAUGHLIN on it now. All eyes fix upon the agitated Mr. BUMSTEAD, as +he wildly attempts to step over the tall paling of the Gospeler's fence +at a stride, and goes crashing headlong through it instead.</p> + <p>(<i>To be Continued</i>.)</p> + <p><a name="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor1">[1]</a></p> + <blockquote> In the original English story there is, considering +the bitter time of year given, a truly extraordinary amount of solitary +sauntering, social strolling, confidential confabulating, +evening-rambling, and general lingering, in the open air. To "adapt" +this novel peculiarity to American practice, without some little +violation of probability, is what the present conscientious Adapter +finds almost the artistic requirement of his task. </blockquote> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>ALL HAIL!</b></p> + <p>The most fearful weapon yet brought into the field of war—if +we are to believe newspaper correspondents—is the revolving grape-shot +gun known as the "hail-thrower," a piece of ordnance said to be in use +by the French and Prussian armies, alike. If half we hear about the +"hail-thrower" be true, 'twere better for all concerned to keep out of +hail of it. Many a hale fellow well met by that fearful hail storm must +go to grass ere the red glare of the war has passed away. "Where do you +hail from?" would be a bootless question to put when the "hail-thrower" +begins to administer throes to the breaking ranks. Worse than that; it +would probably be a headless question.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"THE PERFECT CURE."</b></p> + <p>A newspaper paragraph states that, in Minnesota, they have a +very summary way of restoring the consciousness of pigs that have been +smitten by the summery rays of the sun. They simply open piggy's head +with a pick-axe or other handy instrument, introduce a handful or two +of salt, close up the head again, and piggy is all right. But this, +after all, is simply a new application of the old practice of Curing +pork with salt.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Con by a Son of a Gun.</b></p> + <p>Why are the new breech-loaders supplied with needles?<br> +To keep their breeches in repair, of course.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Con by a Carpet-Shaker.</b></p> + <p>Why is a large carpet like the late rebellion?<br> +Because it took such a lot of tax to put it down.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>ADVICE TO PICNIC PARTIES.</b></p> + <p><img src="images/05.jpg" align="left" alt="A">t this +culminating period of the summer season, it is natural that the civic +mind should turn itself to the contemplation of sweet rural things, +including shady groves, lunch-baskets, wild flowers, sandwiches, bird +songs, and bottled lager-bier.</p> + <p>The skies are at their bluest, now; the woods and fields are +at their greenest; flowers are blooming their yellowest, and purplest, +and scarletest. All Nature is smiling, in fact, with one large, +comprehensive smile, exactly like a first-class PRANG chromo with a +fresh coat of varnish upon it.</p> + <p>Things being thus, what can be more charming than a rural +excursion to some tangled thicket, the very brambles, and poison-ivy, +and possible copperhead snakes of which are points of unspeakable value +to a picnic party, because they are sensational, and one cannot have +them in the city without rushing into fabulous extra expense. It is +good, then, that neighbors should club together for the festive +purposes of the picnic, and a few words of advice regarding the +arrangement of such parties may be seasonable.</p> + <p>If your excursion includes a steamboat trip, always select a +boat that is likely to be crowded to its utmost capacity, more +especially one of which a majority of the passengers are babies in +arms. There will probably be some roughs on board, who will be certain +to get up a row, in which case you can make the babies in arms very +effective as "buffers" for warding off blows, while the crowd will save +you from being knocked down.</p> + <p>Should there be a bar on board the steamer, it will be the +duty of the gentlemen of the party to keep serving the ladies with cool +beverages from it at brief intervals during the trip. This will promote +cheerfulness, and, at the same time, save for picnic duty proper the +contents of the stone jars that are slumbering sweetly among the +pork-pies and apple-dumplings by which the lunch-baskets are occupied.</p> + <p>Never take more than one knife and fork with you to a picnic, +no matter how large the party may be. The probability is that you may +be attacked by a gang of rowdies and it is no part of your business to +furnish them with weapons.</p> + <p>Avoid taking up your ground near a swamp or stagnant water of +any kind. This is not so much on account of mosquitoes as because of +the small saurian reptiles that abound in such places. If your party is +a large one, there will certainly be one lady in it, at least, who has +had a lizard in her stomach for several years, and the struggles of the +confined reptile to join its congeners in the swamp might induce +convulsions, and so mar the hilarity of the party.</p> + <p>To provide against an attack by the city brigands who are +always prowling in the vicinity of picnic parties, it will be judicious +to attend to the following rules:</p> + <p>Select all the fat women of the party, and seat them in a ring +outside the rest of the picnickers, and with their faces toward the +centre of the circle. In the event of a discharge of missiles this will +be found a very effective <i>cordon</i>—quite as effective, in fact, +as the feather beds used in the making up of barricades.</p> + <p>Let the babies of the party be so distributed that each, or as +many as possible of the gentlemen present, can have one at hand to +snatch up and use for a fender should an attack at close quarters be +made.</p> + <p>If any dark, designful strangers should intrude themselves +upon the party, unbidden, the gentlemen present should by no means +exhibit the slightest disposition to resent the intrusion, or to show +fight, as the strangers are sure to be professional thieves, and, as +such, ready to commit murder, if necessary. Treat the strangers with +every consideration possible under the circumstances. Should there be +no champagne, apologize for the absence of it, and offer the next best +vintage you happen to have. Of course, having lunched, the strangers +will be eager to acquire possession of all valuables belonging to the +party. The gentlemen, therefore, will make a point of promptly handing +over to them their own watches and jewelry, as well as those of their +lady friends.</p> + <p>Having arrived home, (we assume the possibility of this,) +refrain, carefully, from communicating with the police on the subject +of the events of the day. The publicity that would follow would render +you an object of derision, and no possible good could result to you +from disclosure of the facts. But you should at once make up your mind +never to participate in another picnic.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A CHANCE FOR OUR ORGAN GRINDERS.</b></p> + <p>The famous <i>mitrailleur</i>, or grape-thrower, with which +LOUIS NAPOLEON has already commenced to astonish the Prussians, +suggests congenial work for the numerous performers on the barrel-organ +with which our large cities are at all times infested. It is worked +with a crank, exactly after the manner of the too-familiar street +instrument; and might easily be fitted with a musical cylinder arranged +for the performance of the most inspiriting and patriotic French airs. +Should Italy, at present neutral, take side with France hereafter, she +should at once withdraw her wandering minstrels from all parts of the +world, and set them to work on the "double attachment" engine of L.N. +Nothing could be more appropriate for working the <i>mitrailleur</i> +than a corps of barrel-organ grinders from the land of the Grape.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE ORIGIN OF PUNCHINELLO.</b></p> + <p>MR. PUNCHINELLO: Though aware that you "belong to Company G," +and must not be bothered, I wish to ask whether you are descended from +the famous chicken-dealer of Sorrento, who sold fowls in Naples, and +was well-known in that fun-loving city for the humor of his speech and +the oddity of his form. He was called "PULCINELLA," I believe, the name +being the same as that of his wares.</p> + <p>If not to this celebrated wag, perhaps you trace your origin +to Mr. PUCCIO D'ANELLO, who so delighted a company of actors at Aceria, +with his jokes and gibes, that they invited him to join them, and soon +discovered that they had found a Star.</p> + <p>If neither of these classical wags was your ancestor, may I +ask, who the deuce <i>did</i> you come from? Yours, truly,</p> + <p>CURIOSO.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>RECIPE TO BE TESTED.</b></p> + <p>We see that they have been "firing cannon in the fields near +Paris, to bring on a rain." If there is any virtue in this recipe, they +are likely to get some moist weather to the north-eastward of Paris, to +say the least. The firing in that quarter may even lead to a Reign in +Paris such as France has not lately seen. We would not go so far as to <i>predict</i> +anything of this sort. Oh, no; for we are aware that the moment we +should do so, NAPOLEON would lick the Prussians on purpose to show the +world that we didn't hit it that time.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE WATERING PLACES.</b></p> + <p>Punchinello's Vacations.</p> + <p>When one wants to see the great people who are to be seen +nowhere else, one goes to the celebrated White Sulphur Springs of +Virginia; and, very correctly supposing that there might be persons +there who would like to see him, Mr. PUNCHINELLO took a trip to the +aforesaid springs. He found it charming there. There was such a chance +to study character. From the parlors where Chief-Justice CHASE and +General LEE were hob-nobbing over apple-toddies and "peach-and-honey," +to the cabins where the wards of the nation were luxuriating in +picturesque ease beneath the shade of their newly-fledged angel of +liberty, everything was instructive to the well-balanced mind.</p> + <img src="images/06a.jpg" align="right" alt=""> + <p>Here, too, in these fertile regions, were to be seen those +exquisite floral creations known as mint-juleps, the absence of which +in our Northern agricultural exhibitions can never be sufficiently +deplored.</p> + <p>Witness the beauty of the design and the ingenious delicacy of +the execution of one of the humblest of the species.</p> + <img src="images/06b.jpg" align="left" alt=""> + <p>From experience in the matter, Mr. P. is prepared to say, that +not only as an exponent of the beauties of nature, but as a drink, a +mint-julep is far superior to the water which gives thin resort its +celebrity. Why people persist in drinking that vilest of all water +which is found at the fashionable springs, Mr. P. cannot divine. If it +is medicine you want, you can get your drugs at any apothecary's, and +he will mix them in water for you for a very small sum extra. And the +saving in expense of travel, board and extras, will be enormous.</p> + <p>But in spite of this fact, there were plenty of +distinguished-looking people at the White Sulphur. Mr. P. didn't know +them all, but he had no doubt that one of them was General LEE; one +PHIL. SHERIDAN; another Prof. MAURY; another GOLDWIN SMITH; and others +Governor WISE; HENRY WARD BEECHER, WADE HAMPTON, WENDELL PHILLIPS, +RAPHAEL SEMMES, and LUCRETIA MOTT. One man, an incognito, excited Mr. +P.'s curiosity. This personage was generally found in the society of +LEE, JOHNSTON, POPE, HAMPTON, GREELEY, and those other fellows who did +so much to injure the Union cause during the war. One day Mr. P. +accosted him. He was an oddity, and perhaps it would be a good idea to +put his picture in the paper.</p> + <img src="images/06c.jpg" align="right" alt=""> + <p>"Sir!" said Mr. P., with that delicate consideration for which +he is so noted, "why do you pull your hat down over your eyes, and what +is your object in thus concealing your identity? Come sir! let us know +what it all means."</p> + <p>The <i>incognito</i> glanced at Mr. P. with the corner of his +eye, and perceiving that he was in citizen's dress, pulled his hat +still further over his face.</p> + <p>"My business," said he, "is my own, but since the subject has +been broached, I may as well let <i>you</i> know what it is."</p> + <p>"You know me, then?" said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"I do," replied the other, and proceeding with his recital, he +said, "You may have heard that a number of negro squatters were lately +ejected from a private estate in this State, after they had made the +grounds to blossom like the rose, and to bring forth like the herring."</p> + <p>"Yes, I heard that," said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"Well," said the other, "I happened to have some land near by, +and I invited those negroes to come and squat on my premises—"</p> + <p>"Intending to turn them off about blossoming time?" said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"Certainly, certainly," said the other, "and I am just waiting +about here until they put in a wheat crop on part of the land. I can +then sell that portion, right away."</p> + <p>"Well, Mr. BEN BUTLER," said Mr. P., "all that is easily +understood, now that I know who you are; but tell me this, why are you +so careful to cover your face when in the company of civilians or +ladies, and yet go about so freely among these ex-Confederate officers?"</p> + <p>"Oh," said the other, "you see I don't want to be known down +here, and some of the women or old men might remember my face. There's +no danger of any of the soldiers recognizing me, you know."</p> + <p>"Oh, no," cried Mr. P. "None in the world, sir."</p> + <p>"And besides," said the modest BUTLER, "it's too late now for +me to be spooning around among the women."</p> + <p>"That's so," said Mr. P. "Good-bye, BENJAMIN. Any news from +Dominica?"</p> + <p>"None at all," said the other, "and I don't care if there +never is. I am opposed to that annexation scheme now."</p> + <p>"Sold your claims?" said Mr. P. The incognito winked and +departed.</p> + <p>That evening at supper Mr. P. remarked that his biscuits were +rather hard, and he blandly requested a waiter to take one of them +outside and crack it. The elder PEYTON, who runs the hotel, overheard +Mr. P.'s remark, and stepping up to him, said:</p> + <p>"Sir, you should not be so particular about your food. What +you pay me, while you stay at my place, is my charge for the water you +drink. The food and lodging I throw in, gratis."</p> + <p>Mr. P. arose.</p> + <p>"Mr. PEYTON," said he, "when I was quite a little boy, my +father, making the tour of America, brought me here, and I distinctly +remember your making that remark to him. Since then many of my friends +have visited the White Sulphur, and you invariably made the same remark +to them. Is there no way to escape the venerable joke?"</p> + <p>The gentle PEYTON made no answer, but walked away, and after +supper, one of the boarders took Mr. P. aside and urged him to excuse +their host, as he was obliged to make the joke in question to every +guest. The obligation was in his lease.</p> + <p>So the matter blew over.</p> + <p>Reflecting, however, that if he had to pay so much for the +water, that he had better drink a little, Mr. P. went down to the +spring to see what could be done. On the way, he met Uncle AARON, +formerly one of WASHINGTON'S body-servants. The venerable patriarch +touched his hat, and Mr. P., hoping from such great age to gain a +little wisdom, propounded the following questions:</p> + <p>"Uncle, is this water good for the bile?"</p> + <p>"Oh, lor! no, mah'sr! Dat dar water 'ud jis spile anything you +biled in it. Make it taste of rotten eggs, for all the world, sir! +'Deed it would.'</p> + <p>"But what I want to know," said Mr. P., "is why the people +drink it."</p> + <p>"Lor' bless you, mah'sr! Dis here chile kin tell you dat. Ye +see de gem'men from de Norf dey drinks it bekase they eat so much cold +wheat bread. Allers makes 'em sick, sir."</p> + <p>"And why do the Southerners drink it?"</p> + <p>"Wal, mah'sr, you see dey eats so much hot wheat bread, and it +don't agree wid 'em, no how."</p> + <p>"But how about the colored people? I have seen them drinking +it, frequently," said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"Oh, lor, mah'sr, how you is a askin' questions! Don't you +know dat de colored folks hab to drink it bekase dey don't get no wheat +bread at all?"</p> + <p>Mr. P. heard no better philosophy than this on the subject +while he remained at the White Sulphur. When he left, he brought a +couple of gallons of the water with him, and intends keeping it in the +water-cooler in his office, for loungers.</p> + <center> <img src="images/07.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE POEMS OF THE CRADLE.</b></p> + <p>CANTO III.</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"JACK and GILL went up the bill</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To fetch a pail of water;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">JACK fell down and broke his +crown,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And GILL came tumbling after."</span><br> + <p>How many persons there are who read those lines without giving +one moment's thought to their hidden beauty. Love, obedience, and +devotion unto death, are here portrayed; and yet people will repeat the +lines of the melancholy muse with a smile on their faces, and even +teach it to their young children as a sort of joyful lyric.</p> + <p>My own infant-mind was tampered with in the same manner; and +after I had committed the poem to memory I was proudly called up by my +fond and doting parents to display my infantile acquirements before +admiring visitors. The result might have been foreknown. All my infancy +and youth passed away, and I never once perceived the hidden worth of +these lines till I had tumbled down a hill myself, cracked my crown, +and was laid up with it a week or more. During that time I had leisure +to muse on the fate of poor JACK. When my mind expanded so as to take +in all the sublimity of his devotion and death, my heart was filled +with admiration and astonishment, and I resolved I would make one +effort to rescue the memory of poor JACK and loving GILL from the +oblivion it seemed to be falling into, in the greater admiration people +gave to the musical style of the writer.</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"JACK and GILL went up the +hill."</span><br> + <p>Here you see the obedient, loving, long-suffering, put-upon +drudge of his brothers and sisters-we will take the liberty of giving +him a few of each as we are a little more generous than the author—who +was compelled (not the author, but JACK,) to do all the chores, fetch +and carry, 'tend and wait, bear the heat and burden of the day, and be +the JACK for all of them. He was not dignified by the respectable title +of JOHN, or JONATHAN, but was poor simple JACK.</p> + <p>Virtue will always be rewarded, however, and even +freckle-faced, red-headed JACK had one friend, blue-eyed, +tender-hearted GILL, who, seeing the unhesitating obedience he rendered +to all, forthwith concluded that one so lone and sad could appreciate +true friendship and understand the motives that prompted her to give, +unsolicited, her gushing love. So, when the good JACK started up the +hill, loving GILL generously offered to accompany him. Probably the +other children looked out of the windows after them, and laughed, and +jeered, and wondered whither they were going; but, observing the pail, +concluded they were going</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"To fetch a pail of water,"</span><br> + <p>which they were willing JACK should do, as it would save them +the possibility of being ordered to do it; not that there was a +probability of such a command being given, but there was a slight +danger that the thing might happen in case JACK was occupied otherwise +when the water was needed. But now that he had gone for it, they were +all right, and rejoiced exceedingly thereat.</p> + <p>Meanwhile the two little sympathizing companions toiled up the +steep hill, drinking in with every inhalation of the balmy air copious +draughts of the new-found elixir of life. "Soft eyes looked love to +eyes that spake again,"<a name="FNanchor2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2"><sup>[2]</sup></a> +and their hearts melted beneath each tender glance. The little chubby +hands that grasped the handle of the pail timidly crept closer +together, and by the time they had reached the rugged top, it needed +but one warm embrace to mingle the two souls into one, henceforth +forever.</p> + <p>This was done.</p> + <p>Tremblingly they drew back, blushing, casting modest glances +at each other; and then, to aid them in recovering from their +confusion, turned their attention to the water, which reflected back +two happy, smiling faces. Filling the pail with the dimpled liquid +mirror, they turned their steps homeward.</p> + <p>Light at heart and intoxicated with bliss, poor JACK, ever +unfortunate, dashed his foot against a stone, and thus it was that</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"JACK fell down and broke his +crown."</span><br> + <p>[Oh! what a fall was there, my countrywomen!] Fearful were the +shrieks that rent the mountain air as he rolled down the hillside. The +pail they had carried so carefully was overturned and rent asunder, and +the trembling water spilled upon the smiling hill-side—fit emblem of +their vanishing hopes.</p> + <p>Down went the roley-poley boy, like a dumpling down a +cellar-door; crashing his head against the cruel rocks that stood in +stony heartedness in his way, and dashing his brains out against their +hard sides. His loving companion, eyes and month dilated with horror, +stood still and rigid, gazing upon the fearful descent, and its tragic +ending, then throwing her arms aloft, and giving a fearful shriek of +agony that thrilled with horror the hearts of the hearers—if there were +any—cast herself down in exact imitation of the fall of her hero, +rolled over and over as he did, and ended by mingling her blood with +his upon the same stones.</p> + <p><i>His</i> crown was broken diagonally; <i>hers</i> +slantindicularly; that was the only difference. Her suicidal act is +commemorated in the line,</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"And GILL came tumbling after."</span><br> + <p>The catastrophe was witnessed by the assembled family, who +hastened to the bleeding victims of parental injustice, and endeavored +to do all that was possible to restore life to the mangled forms of the +two who loved when living, and in death were not divided.</p> + <p>But all in vain. They were dead, and not till then did the +family appreciate the beautiful, self-denying, heroic disposition of +the little martyr, JACK.</p> + <p>The two innocent forms were buried side by side, and the whole +country round mourned the fate of the infant lovers.</p> + <p>Painters preserved their pictures on canvas, and poets sung +them at eventide. The beauties of their life, and their tragic death, +were given by the poet-laureate of the day in the words I have just +transcribed; and such an impression did these make on the minds of the +inhabitants, that the whole population took them to heart, and, with +tears in their eyes, taught them to their children, even unto the third +and fourth generations.</p> + <p>Alas! it was reserved for our day and generation to gabble +them over unthinking, carelessly unmindful of the fearful fate the +words describe.</p> + <p>Repentant ones, drop to their memory a tear, even now! It is +not too late!</p> + <p><a name="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor2">[2]</a></p> + <blockquote> Original, by some other fellow. </blockquote> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/08.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>WHAT WE MAY EXPECT IN OUR ARMY OF THE FUTURE.</b><br> +"NONE BUT THE BRAVE," ETC.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>LETTER FROM A CROAKER.</b></p> + <p>MR. PUNCHINELLO: You have not, I believe, informed your +readers, one of whom I have the honor to be, as to whether you have yet +united yourself to any Designing Female. As this is a matter peculiarly +interesting to many of your readers, all of whom, I have not the least +doubt, are interested in your welfare, I would advise some statement on +your part, respecting it.</p> + <p>I trust, my dear sir, that, if you are as yet free, you will +take the well-intended advice of a sufferer, and steer entirely clear +of the shoals and quicksands peculiar to the life of a married man, by +never embarking in the matrimonial ship.</p> + <p>Do not misunderstand me. I lived happily, very happily, with +my sainted BELINDA—it must be confessed that she had a striking +partiality for sardines, which caused considerable of a decrease in the +profits of my wholesale and retail grocery establishment. I cherish no +resentment on that account, but, as you probably well know, one of the +discomforts of matrimonial existence is children.</p> + <p>Sir, I have a daughter, who is considered passably +good-looking by certain appreciative individuals. Since the unfortunate +demise of my lamented wife, the profits of the mercantile establishment +of which I am proprietor have largely increased, and as REBECCA is my +only child, there is a considerable prospect of her bringing to the man +who espouses her, a comfortable dowry, and probably a share in my +business.</p> + <p>I keep no man-servant, and after my daughter retires—generally +at the witching hour of two in the morning,—I am obliged to hobble down +stairs, extinguish the lights, cover the fire, lock up the house, and +ascertain whether it is perfectly fire and burglar-proof for the time +being.</p> + <p>Were this, sir, the only annoyance to which I am subjected, my +wrath would probably expend itself in a little growling, but hardly +have I reposed myself upon my couch, ere my ear catches an infernal +tooting and twanging and whispering, and a broken-winded German band, +engaged by an admirer of my REBECCA, strikes up some outrageous <i>pot +pourri</i>, or something of that sort, and sleep, disgusted, flees my +pillow.</p> + <p>Last night—or rather this morning—they came again. Their +discordant symphonies roused me to desperation. I seized a bucket of +slops, and; opening the window, dashed the contents in the direction of +the music; the full force of the deluge striking a fat, froggy-looking +little Dutchman, who was puffing and blowing at a bassoon infinitely +larger than himself. He was just launching out into a prodigious +strain, but it expired while yet in the bloom of youth. He remained for +a short time in the famous posture of the Colossus of Rhodes, vainly +endeavoring to shake off the cigar-stumps and other little <i>et +ceteras</i> which were clinging to him like cerements, uttering the +while unintelligible oaths. Then he struck for his <i>domus et placens +uxor</i> at as rapid a rate as his little dumpy legs could carry him.</p> + <p>If they come to-night—if they dare to come—I will give them a +dose which they will remember.</p> + <p>My dear sir, what can I do to rid myself of these annoyances? +The girl has been to boarding-school, and so can't be sent there again. +She has no friends or relations whom it would be advisable to put her +off upon. Assist me then, in this, the hour of my tribulation, and you, +my dear Mr. PUNCHINELLO, will merit the lasting gratitude of an</p> + <p>UNHAPPY FATHER.</p> + <p>[The best thing an "Unhappy Father" can do, under the +circumstances, is to learn to play upon the bass horn, and then, should +the brazen serenaders again make their appearance, he can give them +blow for blow.—ED. PUNCHINELLO.]</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>That Iron "Dog."</b></p> + <p>The latest bit of intelligence given by the police regarding +the "dog" so much spoken of in connection with the Twenty-third street +murder, is that it is not, as at first stated, the kind of instrument +used by shipwrights. In other words, the police have discovered that it +is not a Water-dog, though, up to the present date, they have not been +able to prove it a Bloodhound.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Severe Penalty.</b></p> + <p>A newspaper gravely informs us that "the Supreme Court of +Pennsylvania has refused the Writ of Error in the case of Dr. SHOEPPE, +convicted of the murder of Mr. STEINNEKE, <i>and will be hanged</i>."</p> + <p>Can nothing be done to save this Court? One may say they had +no business to refuse the Writ. But, at any rate, we are of opinion +that the punishment is excessive.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/09.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>WONDERFUL TOUR DE FORCE,</b></p> + <p>PERFORMED "ON THE BEACH AT LONG BEACH,"<br> +BY PROFESSOR JAMES FISK, JR., THE GREAT AMERICAN ATHLETE.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN ON JERSEY MUSQUITOES.</b></p> + <p>A Hard-fought Battle—Musquitoes have no Sting that Jersey +Lightning cannot Cure.</p> + <p>New Jarsey is noted among her sister countries, as bein' +responsible for 2 of the most destructive things ever got up.</p> + <p>The first is of the animal kingdom, and varyin in size from a +3 yeer old snappin' turtle, to a lode of hay.</p> + <p>It has a bayonet its nose, in which is a skwirt gun charged +with pizen.</p> + <p>It has no hesitation, whatsoever, of shovin' it's pitch-fork +into a human bein', and when a feller feels it, it makes him think old +SOLFERINO has come for him, and no mistake.</p> + <p>The sirname of this sleep-distroyin' animile, is Muskeeter. +And they like their meet raw.</p> + <p>Misery Number 2 is a beverige manufactured from the compound +extract of chain litenin on the wing, and ile of vitril. It is then +flavored with earysipelas and 7 yeer itch, when it is ready to lay out +it's man.</p> + <p>I was on a visit to Jarsey, a short time ago, and if ever a +man was justified in cussin' the day he ever sot foot onto the classick +red shores of New Jarsey, (which soil, by the way, is so greasy that +all the red-headed New Jarsey gals use it for hair ile, while for +greasin' a pancake griddle it can't be beat,) it was the undersined.</p> + <p>The first nite I was in that furrin climb, after hangin' my +close over a chair, and droppin' my false teeth in a tumbler of water, +I retired in a sober and morril condition.</p> + <p>"Balmy sleep, sweet nater's hair restorer," which sentiment I +cote from Mr. DICKENS, who, I understand from the Bosting clergy, is +now sizzlin', haden't yet folded me in her embrace.</p> + <p>Strains of melody, surpassin' by severil lengths the +melifflous discordant notes of the one-armed hand organist's most +sublimerest seemfunny, sircharged the atmosfear. Ever and anon the +red-hot breezes kissed the honest old man's innocent cheek, and +slobbered grate capsules of odoriferous moisture, which ran in little +silvery streams from his reclinin' form. Yes! verily, great pearls hung +pendant from his nasal protuberants.</p> + <p>In other words, I hadent gone to sleep, but lay their sweatin' +like an ice waggon, while the well-known battle song of famished +Muskeeters fell onto my ear. The music seized; and a regiment of Jarsey +Muskeeters, all armed to the teeth and wearin' cowhide butes, marched +single-file into my open window.</p> + <p>The Kernal, a gray-headed old war-worn vetenary, alited from +his hoss, and tide the animal to the bed-post.</p> + <p>The Commander then mounted ontop of the wash-stand, and +helpin' hisself to a chaw of tobacker out of my box, which lay aside +him, the old scoundrel commenced firin' his tobacker juice in my new +white hat. "See here, Kernal," said I, somewhat riled at seein' him +make a spittoon of my best 'stove-pipe,' "if it's all the same to you, +spose'n you eject your vile secretion out of the winder."</p> + <p>"Cork up, old man," said the impudent raskle, "or ile spit on +ye and drown you."</p> + <p>All about the room the privates were sacreligously misusing my +property.</p> + <p>One red-headed old Muskeeter, who was so full of somebody's +blood he couldn't hardly waddle, was seated in the rockin'-chair, and +with my specturcols on his nose, was readin' a copy of PUNCHINELLO, and +laffin' as if heed bust.</p> + <p>Another chap had got my jack-nife, and was amusin' hisself by +slashin' holes in my bloo cotton umbreller, which two other Muskeeters +had shoved up, and was a settin' under, engaged in tyin' my panterloon +legs into hard nots.</p> + <p>Another scallawag had jammed my coat part way into my butes, +and was pourin' water into 'em out from the wash-pitcher, and I am +sorry to say it, evry darned Muskeeter was up to some mean trick, which +would put to blush, even a member of the New Jarsey legislater.</p> + <p>Suddenly the Kernal hollered:</p> + <p>"To arms!"</p> + <p>And every Muskeeter fell into line about my bedside.</p> + <p>"Charge bagonets!" said the Kernal. At which the hul lot went +for me. Their pizened wepins entered my flesh.</p> + <p>They charged onto my bald head. Rammed their bayonets into my +arms—my back—my side—and there wasen't a place bigger'n a cent, which +they diden't fill with pizen.</p> + <p>There I lay, groanin' for mercy.</p> + <p>But Jersey Muskeeters, not dealin' in that article, don't know +what it is.</p> + <p>Like the new collecter MURFY, when choppin' off the heads of +FENTON offis holders, mercy hain't their lay, about these times.</p> + <p>At this juncture a company of draggoons clinchin' their pesky +bills into me, dragged me off onto the floor.</p> + <p>And then such a horrible laff they would give, when I would +strike for them and miss hittin'.</p> + <p>There I lay on the floor, puffin' and blowin' like a steem +ingine, while the hull army was dancin' a war dance around my prostrate +figger, and the old Kernal was cuttin' down a double shuffle on the +wash-stand, which made the crockery rattle.</p> + <p>I kicked at 'em as they would charge on my feet and l—limbs. I +grabbed at 'em, as they charged on my face—arms—and shoulders.</p> + <p>Slap! bang! kick! sware!</p> + <p>I couldn't stand it much longer.</p> + <p>As a big corpulent feller, who, I should judge, was gittin' +readdy to jine a Fat mans club, went over me, I catched him by the heel.</p> + <p>I hung on to him with my best holt</p> + <p>He dragged me all over the floor.</p> + <p>My head struck the bedposts, and other furniture.</p> + <p>3 other Muskeeters got straddle of me, and as if I was a hoss, +spurred me up purty lively.</p> + <p>All of a sudden the Muskeeter I was hangin' to give a yank, +and drew out his foot, left his bute in my hand.</p> + <p>Brandishin' the bute about my head, I cleared at lot of +Muskeeters.</p> + <p>Jumpin' to my feet I made things fly for a minuit, pilin' up +the killed and wounded in a promiscous heap.</p> + <p>Seein' the Kernal settin' up there enjoyin' the fun, I let fly +the bute at him.</p> + <p>Smash! went the lookin-glass.</p> + <p>The venerable commanding Muskeeter had dodged, and was settin' +on the burow, with his thumb on his nose, wrigglin' his fingers at me +in a very ongentlemanly manner.</p> + <p>There I was again unarmed, dancin' about, swelled up like a +base ball player on match day.</p> + <p>"Blood IARGO!" was the cry.</p> + <p>I tride to make a masked battery with a piller. It was no +protection again Jarsey Muskeeters.</p> + <p>As RACHEL mourned for her step-mother, I sighed for me home.</p> + <p>"Why, oh why," I cride, "did I leave old Skeensboro?"</p> + <p>A widder wearin' a borrowed suit of mornin'—eleven children +cryin' because the governor had been chawed up by Muskeeters crowded +into my thoughts.</p> + <p>The army was gettin' reddy to charge onto me agin, and avenge +their fallen comrags.</p> + <p>Suddenly a brite thought struck me.</p> + <p>I ceased a sheet and waved it for a flag of truce.</p> + <p>The order wasen't given.</p> + <p>"Kernal," said I, "before we continue this fite, let's take a +drink all around, and I'll stand treat."</p> + <p>"Done," said he, "trot out your benzine."</p> + <p>I opened the burow drawer, and took out a black bottle.</p> + <p>I pulled the cork and filled all the glasses, then poured a +lot into the wash-bowl, when I handed the bottle to the Kernal.</p> + <p>"Make ready! Take aim! Drink!" Down went the licker.</p> + <p>I laffed a revengeful laff, as every condemned Muskeeter +turned up their heels and cride:</p> + <p>"Water—send my bones back to Chiny—mother dear, I'm comein', +300,000 strong—we die—by the hand—of Jarsey—lite—"</p> + <p>And Jarsey litenin', more powerful than the chassepo gun of +France or the needle-gun of Prushy, had done its work, and the old man +was saved to the world!</p> + <p>It was 3 days before any close would again fit me.</p> + <p>I looked more like a big balloon than a human bein', I was +swelled up so with the pizen.</p> + <p>My blessin's on the head of the individual who invented Jarsey +litenin'. Nothin else would have saved the Lait Gustise's valuable life.</p> + <p>Ever of thow,</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,</p> + <p><i>Lait Gustise of the Peece.</i></p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>From our own Correspondent.</b></p> + <p>Rumors of war from Europe must always be expected, for how can +we get Pacific news by Atlantic Telegraph?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/12.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>"WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS," ETC,</b></p> + <p><i>First Small Bather</i>. "WOULDN'T OUR MAMS GIVE US FITS IF +THEY CAUGHT US SWIMMIN'?"</p> + <p><i>Second Ditto</i>. "I'LL BET YER!"</p> + <p>(<i>But neither of the happy little truants knows that a thief +is running off with their clothes</i>.)</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>REFORM IN JUVENILE LITERATURE.</b></p> + <p>Since the thrilling moment when GUTTENBURG made his celebrated +discovery, numbers of persons have tried their hands—and undoubtedly +their heads also—at Books for the Young. Hitherto, many of them have +evinced a sad lack of judgment in respect of matter.</p> + <p>Would you believe it, in this highly moral and virtuous age? +they have actually written stories!—stories that were not true! They +haven't seemed to care a button whether they told the truth or not! +Where can they have contracted the deadly heresy that imagination, +feeling, and affection, are good things, deserving encouragement? Mark +the effect of these pernicious teachings! Hundreds and thousands—nay, +fellow mortal, <i>millions</i> of children,—now walk the earth, +believing in fairies, giants, ogres, and such-like unreal personages, +and yet unable (we blush to say it!) to tell why the globe we live on +is flattened at the poles! Is it not a serious question whether +children who persistently ignore what is true and important, but +cherish fondly these abominable fables, may not ultimately be lost?</p> + <p>But, thanks to the recent growth of practical sense—or the +decline of the inventive faculty—in writers for the young, a better day +is dawning, and there is still some hope for the world. Men of sense +and morality are coming forward: they dedicate their minds to this +service—those practical minds whence will be extracted the only true +pabulum for the growing intellect. It is to minds of this stamp—so +truly the antipodes of all that is youthful, spontaneous, and +child-like, (in a word: frivolous,) that we must look for those solid +works which, in the Millennium that is coming, will perfectly supplant +what may be termed, without levity, the "Cock and Bull" system of +juvenile entertainment. Worldly people may consider this stuff graceful +and touching, sweet and loveable; but it is nevertheless clearly +mischievous, else pious and proper persons wouldn't have said so, time +and again.</p> + <p>For our part, we may as well confess that our sympathies go +out undividedly toward that important class who are averse to +Nonsense,—more particularly <i>book</i>-nonsense,—which they can't +stand, and won't stand, and there's an end of it. There is something +exceedingly winning, to us, in that sturdy sense, that thirst for +mathematical precision, that impatience of theory, that positive and +self-reliant—we don't mind saying, somewhat dogmatical—air, that +sternness of feature, thinness of lip, and coldness of eye, which +belong to the best examples. We respect even the humbler ones; for they +at least hate sentiment, they do not comprehend or approve of humor, +and they never relish wit. What does a taste for these qualities +indicate, but an idle and frivolous mind, devoted to trifles: and how +fatal is such a taste, in the pursuit of wealth and respectability!</p> + <p>Fantastic people have much to say of the "affections," the +"graces and amenities of life," "soul-culture," and the like. We cannot +too deeply deplore their fatuity, in giving prominence to such +abstractions. As for children, the most we can concede is, that they +have a natural—though, of course, depraved—taste for stories: yes, we +will say that this fondness is irrepressible. But, what we really must +insist on, is, that in gratifying that fondness, you give them <i>true</i> +stories. Where is the carefully trained and upright soul that would not +reject "JACK, the Giant-killer," or "Goody Two-shoes," if it could +substitute (say, from "New and True Stories for Children,") a tale as +thrilling as this:</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"When I was a boy, I said to +my uncle one day, 'How did you</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">get your finger cut off?' and he +said, 'I was chopping a</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">stick one evening, and the +hatchet cut off my finger.'"</span></p> + <p>Blessings, blessings on the man who thus embalmed this +touching incident! Who does not see that the reign of fiction is over!</p> + <p>That the parental portion of the public may judge what the +future has in store for their little ones (who, we hope, will be men +and women far sooner than their ancestors were,) we present them with a +fragrant nosegay (pshaw! we mean, a shovel-full) of samples, commending +them, should they wish for more, to the nearest Sabbath-school library.</p> + <p>Ah, it is a touching thing, to see some great philanthropist +come forward, at the call of Duty and his Publisher (perhaps also +quickened by the hollow sound emitted by his treasure-box), and +compress himself into the absurdly small compass of a few pages 18mo., +in order to afford himself the exalted pleasure of holding simple and +godly converse with children at large!</p> + <p>"All truth—no fiction." What further guarantee would you have? +How replete with useful matter must not a book with <i>that</i> +assurance be! Let us read:</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"The Indians cannot build a +ship. They do not Know how to get</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">iron from the mines, <i>and they +do not know enough.</i></span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"Besides, they do not like to +work, and like to fight</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>better</i> than to work.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"When they want to sail, they +burn off a log of wood, and</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">make it hollow by burning and +scraping it with sharp stones."</span></p> + <p>Now we ask, does not this satisfy your ideal of food for the +youthful mind? Observe that it is simple, direct, graphic, satisfying. +It cannot enfeeble the intellect. It will be useful. There is something +tangible about it. The child at once perceives that if the Indians knew +how to "get iron from the mines," and "knew enough" in general, they +would build ships, in spite of their distaste for work. There can be no +doubt that this is "all truth—no fiction," for Indians are sadly in +want of ships. They like to sail; for we learn that "when they want to +sail" they are so wild for it, that they even go to the length of +"burning off a log of wood, and making it hollow by burning and +scraping it with sharp stones." We thus perceive the significance of +the apothegm, "Truth is stranger than fiction." The day is not far +distant when children will think as much of the new literature as they +formerly did of certain worm-lozenges, for which they were said to +"cry."</p> + <p>And where everything has been inspired by the love of Truth, +even the cuts may teach something. If "a canoe," contrary to the +general impression, is at least as long as "a ship," it is very +important that children should so understand it; and if "a pin-fish" is +really as big as "a shark," no mistaken deference to the feelings of +the latter should make us hesitate to say so.</p> + <p>No child, we are convinced, is too young to get ideas of +science. In one of the model books we are pleased to find this great +truth distinctly recognized:</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'Is there anything like a +lever about a wheelbarrow?' said</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">his father. 'O yes, sir,' said +JAMES. 'The axle; and the</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">wheel is the prop, the load is +the weight, and the power is</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">your hand.'"</span></p> + <p>This, we should say, speaks for itself.</p> + <p>Nor is a child ever too young to get ideas of thrift. One of +our writers for infants observes, after explaining that the Dutch +reclaimed the whole of Holland from the sea by means of dykes, "they +worked hard, saved their money, and so grew rich." Any child can take +such hints.</p> + <p>Neither is it wholly amiss to demonstrate that a child can't +put a clock in his pocket. For it is plain that he would else be trying +to do so sometime.</p> + <p>Now, where in the "Arabian Nights" do you find anything like +this?—We answer, triumphantly, Nowhere!</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'JAMES,' said his father, 'do +not shut up hot water too</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">tight, and take care when it is +over the fire.'</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'A lady was boiling coffee one +day, and kept the cover on</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">the coffee-pot too long. When she +took it off, the water</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">turned to steam, and flew up in +her face, and took the skin off.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'Do you know how they make the +wheels of a steamboat move?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">They shut up water tight in a +great kettle and heat it. Then</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">they open a hole which has a +heavy iron bar in it, the steam</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">lifts it, in trying to get out. +That bar moves a lever, and</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">the lever moves the wheels.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'Machines are wonderful things.'"</span></p> + <p>This fact the reader must distinctly realize. And doesn't he +realize that the days of JACK, the Giant-killer, and Little Red Riding +Hood, are about over? We want truth. The only question is, (as FESTUS +observed), What is Truth?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/13.jpg" + alt="PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE"> </center> + <p><b>ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.</b></p> + <p><i>Derrick</i>.—There is a superstition afloat that, if you +see a ladder hoisted against a house, and, instead of passing outside +the ladder you pass under it, some accident or affliction will befall +you. What about this?<br> + <i>Answer.</i>.—It all depends upon circumstances. If, while +passing under the ladder, a hod of bricks should fall through it and +strike you on the head, then an "accident or affliction" shall have +befallen you: otherwise not.</p> + <p><i>Nincompoop</i>.—I hear a great deal about the "log" of the <i>Cambria.</i> +Can you tell me how it is likely to be disposed of?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—It is to be manufactured into snuff-boxes for the +officers and crew of the <i>Dauntless</i>, as a delicate admission +that they are up to snuff and not to be sneezed at.</p> + <p><i>Nick of the Pick</i>.—What is the best way of securing +one's self from the bodily damages to which all persons who attend +pic-nic parties now seem to be liable?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Don't go to pic-nic parties. Rough it at home.</p> + <p><i>John Brown</i>.—We cannot insert jokes on the number of +SMITHS in the world—except as advertisements. For lowest rates see +terms on the cover.</p> + <p><i>Hircus</i>.—We are sorry to say that your remarks on Baby +Farming are not based upon facts. In nine cases out of ten it has +nothing whatever to do with Husbandry.</p> + <p><i>Acorn</i>.—As this is the seventh time you have written to +us, asking whether corns can be cured by cutting, so it must be the +last. The thing palls, and we must now try whether ACORN cannot be got +rid of by cutting.</p> + <p><i>Horseman</i>.—No; we never remember to have met a man who +did not "know all about a horse." If such a man can be found, his +fortune and that of the finder are assured.</p> + <p><i>Seeker</i>.—It may be true that man changes once in every +seven years but that will hardly excuse you from paying your tailor's +bill contracted in 1862, on the ground that you are not the same man.</p> + <p><i>Fond Mother</i>.—None but a brutal bachelor would object to +a "sweet little baby," merely because it was bald-headed.</p> + <p><i>Sempronius</i>.—Would you advise me to commit suicide by +hanging?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—No. If you are really bound to hang, we would +advise you to hang about some nice young female person's neck instead +of by your own: it's pleasanter.</p> + <p><i>Wacks</i>.—Yes, the Alaska seal contracts will undoubtedly +include the great Seal of the United States.</p> + <p><i>"Talented" Author</i>.—We do not pay for rejected +communications.</p> + <p><i>Many Inquiriers</i>.—We can furnish back numbers to a +limited extent; future ones by the cargo, or steamboat.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>FINANCIAL.</b></p> + <p>WALL STREET, AUGUST 2ND.</p> + <p>Respected Sir: Acting upon your suggestion that, despite the +repugnance with which the truly artistic mind must ever view it, +Commerce was a rising institution, and that amongst the thousands of +the refined and haughty who read PUNCHINELLO with feelings of +astonishment and awe, there were some misguided men whose energies had +been perverted to the pursuit of filthy lucre, your contributor +yesterday descended into the purlieus of the city in quest of +information wherewith to pander to the tastes of the debased few.</p> + <p>It would be useless to point out to you that 10 A.M. is not +the hour at which it is the custom of Y.C. to tear himself from his +luxurious conch. His conception of the exalted has always been +associated with late breakfasts. On this memorable occasion, however, +duty and a bell-boy called him; and at the extraordinary hour to which +he has referred he arose and set about his investigations.</p> + <p>A party of distinguished and sorrowing friends accompanied him +as far as BANG'S. The regard which he cherishes for poetry and art had +hitherto marked out this pleasant hostelrie as the utmost limit of his +down-town perambulations. The conversation of his distinguished friends +was elevating: the potations in which they drank their good wishes were +equally, if not more so. Having deposited $2.35 for safe-keeping with a +trusted friend, your contributor hailed a Wall Street stage and sped +fearlessly to his destination. He has gone through the ordeal safely. +Annexed are the result of his labors, in the shape of bulletins which +were forwarded to but never acknowledged by a frivolous and unfeeling +editor.</p> + <p>WALL STREET, 10-1/2 A.M.—The market opened briskly with a +tendency towards DELMONICO'S for early refreshments. Eye-openers in +active demand. Brokers have undergone an improvement.</p> + <p>11 A.M.—On the strength of a rumor that a gold dollar had been +seen in an up-town jewelry store, gold declined 1.105.</p> + <p>11.15 A.M.—In consequence of a report that Col. JAS. FISK, +JR., has secured a lease of Plymouth Church, and is already engaged in +negotiations with several popular preachers, Eries advanced one-half +per cent.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST ELEVEN A.M.—A reaction has commenced in Eries, it +being given out that Madame KATHI LANNER had sustained an injury which +would necessitate her withdrawal from the Grand Opera House.</p> + <p>TWELVE O'CLOCK.—Just heard some fellow saying, "St. Paul +preferred." Couldn't catch the rest. It seems important. What did St. +Paul prefer. Look it up, and send me word.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST TWELVE.—Market excited over a dog-fight. How about +St. Paul?</p> + <p>ONE.—Police on the scene. Market relapsed. Anything of St. +Paul yet? Send me what's-his-name's Commentaries on the Scriptures.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST ONE.—News has been received here that Commodore +VANDERBILT was recently seen in the neighborhood of the Croton +reservoir. In view of the anticipated watering process, N.Y.C. +securities are buoyant. Many, however, would prefer their stock +straight. But what was it St. Paul preferred? Do tell.</p> + <p>TWO O'CLOCK.—Immense excitement has been created on 'Change by +a report that JAY GOULD had been observed discussing Corn with a +prominent Government official. A second panic is predicted.</p> + <p>QUARTER PAST TWO.—Later advices confirm the above report. The +place of their meeting is said to have been the Erie Restaurant. Great +anxiety is felt among heavy speculators.</p> + <p>HALT-PAST TWO.—It is now ascertained that the Corn they were +discussing was Hot Corn at lunch. A feeling of greater security +prevails.</p> + <p>THREE O'CLOCK.—Intelligence has just reached here that a +dime-piece was received in change this morning at a Broadway drinking +saloon. Gold has receded one per cent, in consequence. Eries quiet, +Judge BARNARD being out of town.</p> + <p>P.S. I haven't found out what St. Paul preferred. +What's-his-name don't mention it in his Commentaries.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST THREE.—Sudden demand for New York Amusement Co.'s +Stock. HARRY PALMER to reopen Tammany with a grand scalping scene in +which the TWEED tribe of Indians will appear in aboriginal costume. +NORTON, GENET, and <i>confrères</i> have kindly consented to +perform their original <i>rôles</i> of <i>The Victims</i>.</p> + <p>P.S. Unless I receive some definite information concerning +that preference of St. Paul's, I shall feel it incumbent on me to +vacate my post of Financial Editor.</p> + <p>FOUR O'CLOCK.—On receipt of reassuring news from Europe, the +market has advanced to DELMONICO'S, where wet goods are quoted from 10 +cents upwards. Champagne brisk, with large sales. Counter-sales +(sandwiches, etc.,) extensive. Change in greenbacks greasy.</p> + <p>P.S. Asked a fellow what St. Paul preferred. He said, "St. +Paul Preferred Dividends, you Know." Perhaps St. Paul did. A great many +stockholders do. But what stock did St. Paul hold? Was it Mariposa +or—"Only just taken one, but, as you observe, the weather <i>is</i> +confounded hot—so I don't mind if I—"</p> + <p>GREENBAYS.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/14.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>THE DOG IN THE MANGER.</b><br> +Crispin won't do the work himself, and won't let John Chinaman do it.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>OUR PORTFOLIO.</b></p> + <p>We have just received from "DICK TINTO," our special +correspondent at the seat of war, the following metrical production +said to have been written by HENRI ROCHEFORT in prison, but suppressed +in obedience to orders from the Emperor. PUNCHINELLO felicitates his +readers upon the enterprise which enables him to lay it before them, +and flatters himself that the enormous trouble and expense involved in +hauling it to this side of the Atlantic, will not prevent him from +doing it again—if necessary.</p> + <p>AU PRINCE IMPERIAL.</p> + <p>SCENE.—<i>A square fronting the Bureau of the chemin de fer +for Chalons and Metz. Time, Midi.</i></p> + <p>The Prince Imperial, en route for the seat of war, is seated +upon a milk-white steed. Beneath his left arm he convulsively carries a +struggling game-cock, with gigantic gaffs, while his right hand feebly +clutches a lance, the napping of whose pennant in his face appears to +give him great annoyance and suggests the services of a "Shoo-fly." +Around him throng the ladies of the Imperial bed-chamber and a cohort +of nurses, who cover his legs with kisses, and then dart furtively +between his horse's <i>jambes</i> as if to escape the pressure of the +crowd. Just beyond these a throng of hucksters, market-women, butchers, +bakers, etc., vociferously urge him to accept their votive offerings of +garden truck, carrots, cabbages, parsnips, haunches of beef, baskets of +French rolls and the like, all of which the Prince proudly declines, +whereupon the vast concourse breaks forth into this wild chant to the +air of</p> +BINGEN ON THE RHINE.<br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From fountains bright at fair +Versailles,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And gardens of St. Cloud—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With a rooster of the Gallic +breed</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To cock-a-doodle-do—</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Behold! our Prince Imperial +comes,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And in his hands a lance,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That erst he'll cross with +German spears</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">For glory and for France.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They've ta'en his bib and +tucker off,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And set him on a steed;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That he may ride where soldiers +ride,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bleed where soldiers bleed.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They've cut his curls of jetty +hair,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And armed him <i>cap à pie</i>,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Until he looks as fair a knight</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">As France could wish to see.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ho! ladies of the chamber,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ho! nurses, gather near;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your <i>charge</i> upon a <i>charger</i> +waits</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To shed the parting tear.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come! kiss him for his mother,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Et pour sa Majesté,</i></span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And twine his brow with +garlands of</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The fadeless <i>fleurs de lis.</i></span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Voila!</i> who but a few +moons gone</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of babies held the van,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now wears his spurs and draws +his blade</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like any other man!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then come, ye courtly dames of +France,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh! take him to your heart,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And cheer as only woman can</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our beardless BONAPARTE;</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For ere another sun shall set,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Those lips cannot be kissed;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And through the grove and in +the court</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their prattling will be missed.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The light that from those soft +blue eyes</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now kindly answers thine,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will flash where mighty armies +tread,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon the banks of Rhine.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yea, hide from him, as best you +can,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">All womanly alarms,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor smile with those who +mocking cry,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Behold! A <i>babe-in-arms!</i>"</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A babe indeed! Oh! sland'rous +tongues,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Prince fresh from his smock,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shows <i>manly</i> proof if he +can stand</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The battle shout and shock.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And this is one on whom the gods</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Have put their stamp divine:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The latest, and perchance the +last</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of Corsica's dread line.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then for the Prince Imperial</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Citoyens</i> loudly cheer:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That his right arm may often +bring</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some German to his <i>bier</i>;</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That distant Rhineland, +trembling,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">May hear his battle-cry,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And neutral nations wondering +ask,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">"<i>Oh! how is this far high?</i>"</span><br> + <p>Our private dispatches from the seat of war in Europe are very +confusing. The "Seat" appears to be considerably excited, but the "War" +takes things easily, and seems to have "switched off" for an indefinite +time. It is observed by many that there never was a war precisely like +this war, and if it hadn't been for a Dutch female, the Duchess of +Flanders, it is fair to suppose that PUNCHINELLO wouldn't have been out +of pocket so much for cablegrams. The Duchess took it into her head +(and her head appears to have had room for it,) that her blood +relative, LEOPOLD, couldn't get his blood up to accept the Spanish +Crown. Well, as it turned out, the Duchess was right. Anyhow, she went +for L., (a letter by the way, which few Englishman can pronounce in +polite society,) and told him that there was</p> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"* * * a tide in the affairs of +men,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which, taken at the flood, +leads on to fortune."</span><br> + <p>LEOPOLD said he had heard of that tide; but he didn't believe +in always "follerin' on it," no matter what betided. Then the Duchess +got up her Dutch spunk, and spoke out pretty freely, saying as much as +if LEOPOLD were a tame sort of poodle, and that <i>she</i> ought to +have been born to wear breeches, just to show him how a man should act +in a great crisis like the present.</p> + <p>"Just so," says LEOPOLD, "but you see the 'crisis' is what's +the matter. If it wasn't for the 'crisis,' I'd go in for ISABELLA'S old +armchair faster than a hungry pig could root up potatoes." FLANDERS saw +at a glance how the goose hung, and that her bread would all be dough +if something wasn't done, and that quickly. She knew LEOPOLD'S weakness +for Schnapps, when he was a boy at Schiedam, and, producing a bottle of +the Aromatic elixir, with which she had previously armed herself in +expectation of his obstinacy, poured out a glassful and requested him +to clear his voice with it. Fifteen minutes after his vocal organs had +been thus renewed, LEOPOLD was in a condition to see things in an +entirely new light, and hesitated no longer to write the following note +to General PRIM:</p> + <p>Dear PRIM: The thing has been satisfactorily explained to me, +and I accept. Enclosed find a bottle of Schnapps. You never tasted +Schnapps like this. The Duchess says she don't care a cuss for NAP, and +that I mustn't neither.</p> + <p>—LEOPOLD, SIGMARINGEN-HOHENZOLLERN.</p> + <p>This is a veritable account of the origin of the European +"unpleasantness," and can be certified to any one who will call upon us +and examine the original dispatches.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<table + style="width: 800px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" + border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td style="text-align: center; width: 30%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><big>A.T. 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The +princely merchant, in his counting-room, involuntarily experiences the +softening, humanizing influence of the hour, and, in tones tremulous +with unwonted emotion, privately directs his Chief-Clerk to tell all the +other clerks, that, on this night of all the round year, they may, +before leaving the store at 10 o'clock, take almost any article from +that slightly damaged auction-stock down in the front cellar, at actual +cost-price. This, they are to understand, implies their Employer's +hearty wish of a Merry Christmas to them; and is a sign that, in the +grand spirit of the festal season, he can even forget and forgive those +unnatural leaner entry-clerks who are always whining for more than their +allotted $7 a week. The President of the great railroad corporation, in +the very middle of a growling fit over the extra cost involved in +purchasing his last Legislature, (owing to the fact that some of its +Members had been elected upon a fusion of Radical-Reform and +Honest-Workingman's Tickets,) is suddenly and mysteriously impressed +with the recollection that this is Christmas Eve. "Why, bless my soul, +so it is!" he cries, springing up from his littered rosewood desk like a +boy. "Here, you General Superintendent out there in the office!" sings +he, cheerily, "send some one down to Washington Market this instant, to +find out whether or not any of those luscious anatomical western turkies +that I saw in the barrels this morning are left yet. If the commercial +hotels down-town haven't taken them all, buy every remaining barrel at +once! Not a man nor boy in this Company's service shall go home to-night +without his Christmas dinner in his hand! Lively, now, Mr. JONES! and +just oblige me by picking out one of the birds for yourself, if you can +find one at all less blue than the rest. It's Christmas Eve, sir; and +upon my word I'm really sorry our boys have to work to-morrow as usual. +Ah! it's hard to be poor, JONES! A merry Christmas to us all. Here's my +carriage come for me." And even in returning to their homes from their +daily avocations, on Christmas Eve, how the most grasping, penurious +souls of men will soften to the world's unfortunate! Who is this poor +old lady, looking as though she might be somebody's grandmother, sitting +here by the wayside, shivering, on such an Eve as this? No home to +go?--Relations all dead?--Eaten nothing in two days?--Walked all the way +from the Woman's Rights Bureau in Boston?--Dear me! _can_ there be so +much suffering on Christmas Eve? I must do something for her, or my own +good dinner to-morrow will be a reproach to me. "Here! Policeman! just +take this poor old lady to the Station-House, and give her a good warm +home there until morning. There! cheer-up, Aunty; you're all right +_now._ This gentleman in the uniform has promised to take care of you. +Merry Christmas!"--Or, when at home, and that extremely bony lad, in the +thin summer coat, chatters to you, from the snow on the front-stoop, +about the courage he has taken from Christmas Eve to ask you for enough +to get a meal and a night's-lodging--how differently from your ordinary +style does a something soft in your breast impel you to treat him. "No +work to be obtained?" you say, in a light tone, to cheer him up. "Of +course there's none _here,_ my young friend. All the work here at the +East is for foreigners, in order that they may be used at election-time. +As for you, an American boy, why don't you go to h-- I mean to the West. +_Go West_, young man! Buy a good, stout farming outfit, two or three +serviceable horses, or mules, a portable house made in sections, a few +cattle, a case of fever medicine--and then go out to the far West upon +Government-land. You'd better go to one of the hotels for to-night, and +then purchase Mr. GREELEY'S 'What I Know About Farming,' and start as +soon as the snow permits in the morning. Here are ten cents for you. +Merry Christmas!"--Thus to honor the natal Festival of Him--the +Unselfish incarnate, the Divinely insighted--Who said unto the +lip-server: Sell all that thou hast, and give it to the Poor, and follow +Me; and from Whom the lip-server, having great possessions, went away +exceeding sorrowful! + +Three men are to meet at dinner in the Bumsteadian apartments on this +Christmas Eve. How has each one passed the day? + +MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON, in his room in Gospeler's Gulch, reads Southern +tragedies in an old copy of the _New Orleans Picayune,_ until two +o'clock, when he hastily tears up all his soiled paper collars, packs a +few things into a travelling satchel, and, with the latter slung over +his shoulder, and a Kehoe's Indian club in his right hand, is met in the +hall by his tutor, the Gospeler. + +"What are you doing with that club, Mr. MONTGOMERY?" asks the Reverend +OCTAVIUS, hastily stepping back into a corner. + +"I've bought it to exercise with in the open air," answers the young +Southerner, playfully denting the wall just over his tutor's head with +it "After this dinner with Mr. DROOD, at BUMSTEAD'S, I reckon I shall +start on a walking match, and I've procured the club for exercise as I +go. Thus:" He twirls it high in the air, grazes Mr. SIMPSON'S nearer +ear, hits his own head accidentally, and breaks the glass in the +hat-stand. + +"I see! I see!" says the Gospeler, rather hurriedly. "Perhaps you _had_ +better be entirely alone, and in the open country, when you take that +exercise." + +Rubbing his skull quite dismally, the prospective pedestrian goes +straightway to the porch of the Alms-House, and there waits until his +sister comes down in her bonnet and joins him. + +"MAGNOLIA," he remarks, hastening to be the first to speak, in order to +have any conversational chance at all with her, "it is not the least +mysterious part of this Mystery of ours, that keeps us all out of doors +so much in the unseasonable winter month of December,[1] and now I am +peculiarly a meteorological martyr in feeling obliged to go walking for +two whole freezing weeks, or until the Holidays and this--this +marriage-business, are over. I didn't tell Mr. SIMPSON, but my real +purpose, I reckon, in having this club, is to save myself, by violent +exercise with it, from perishing of cold." + +"Must you do this, MONTGOMERY?" asks his colloquial sister, +thoughtfully. "Perhaps if I were to talk long enough with you--" + +"--You'd literally exhaust me into not going? Certainly you would," he +returns, confidently. "First, my head would ache from the constant +noise; then it would spin; then I should grow faint and hear you less +distinctly; then your voice, although you were talking-on the same as +ever, would sound like a mere steady hum to me; then I should become +unconscious, and be carried home, with you still whispering in my ear. +But do _not_ talk, MAGNOLIA; for I must do the walking-match. The +prejudice here against my Southern birth makes me a damper upon the +festivities of others at this general season of forgiveness to all +mankind, and I can't stand the sight of that DROOD and Miss POTTS +together. I'd better stay away until they have gone." + +He pauses a moment, and adds: "I wish I were not going to this dinner, +or that I were not carrying this club there." + +He shakes her hand and his own head, glances up at the storm-clouds now +gathering in the sky, goes onward to Mr. BUMSTEAD'S boarding-house, +halts at the door a moment to moisten his right hand and balance the +Indian club in it, and then enters. + +EDWIN DROOD'S day before merry Christmas is equally hilarious. Now that +the Flowerpot is no longer on his mind, the proneness of the masculine +nature to court misfortune causes him to think seriously of Miss +PENDRAGON, and wonder whether _she_ would make a wife to ruin a man? It +will be rather awkward, he thinks, to be in Bumsteadville for a week or +two after the Macassar young ladies shall have heard of his matrimonial +disengagement, as they will all be sure to sit symmetrically at every +front window in the Alms-House whenever he tries to go by; and he +resolves to escape the danger by starting for Egypt, Illinois, +immediately after he has seen Mr. DIBBLE and explained the situation to +him. Finding that his watch has run down, he steps into a jeweler's to +have it wound, and is at once subjected to insinuating overtures by the +man of genius. What does he think of this ring, which is exactly the +thing for some particular Occasions in Life? It is made of the metal for +which nearly all young couples marry now-a-days, is as endless as their +disagreements, and, by the new process, can be stretched to fit the +Second wife's hand, also. Or look at this pearl set. Very chaste, really +soothing; intended as a present from a Husband after First Quarrel. +These cameo ear-rings were never known to fail. Judiciously presented, +in a velvet case, they may be depended upon to at once divert a young +Wife from Returning to her Mother, as she has threatened. Ah! Mr. DROOD +cares for no more jewelry than his watch, chain and seal-ring? To be +sure! when Mr. BUMSTEAD was in yesterday for the regular daily new +crystal in his own watch--how _does_ he break so many!--_he_ said that +his beloved nephews wore only watches and rings, or he would buy paste +breastpins for them. Your oroide is now wound up, Mr. DROOD, and set at +twenty minutes past Two. + +"Dear old JACK!" thinks EDWIN to himself, pocketing his watch as he +walks away; "he thinks just twice as much of me as any one else in the +world, and I should feel doubly grateful." + +As dusk draws on, the young fellow, returning from a long walk, espies +an aged Irish lady leaning against a tree on the edge of the turnpike, +with a pipe upside-down in her mouth, and her bonnet on +wrong-side-afore. + +"Are you sick?" he asks kindly. + +"Divil a sick, gintlemen," is the answer, with a slight catch of the +voice,--"bless the two of yez!" + +EDWIN DROOD can scarcely avoid a start, as he thinks to himself, "Good +Heaven! how much like JACK!" + +"Do you eat cloves, madame?" he asks, respectfully. + +"Cloves is it, honey? ah, thin, I do that, whin I'm expectin' company. +Odether-nodether, but I've come here the day from New York for nothing. +Sure phat's the names of you two darlints?" + +"EDWIN," he answers, in some wonder, as he hands her a currency stamp, +which, on account of the large hole worn in it, he has been repeatedly +unable to pass himself. + +"EDDY is it? Och hone, och hone, machree!" exclaims the venerable woman, +hanging desolately around the tree by her arms while her bonnet falls +over her left ear: "I've heard that name threatened. Och, acushla +wirasthu!" + +Believing that the matron will be less agitated if left alone, and, +probably, able to get a little roadside sleep, EDWIN DROOD passes onward +in deep thought. The boarding-house is reached, and _he_ enters. + +J. BUMSTEAD'S day of the dinner is also marked by exhilarating +experiences. With one coat-tail unwittingly tucked far up his back, so +that it seems to be amputated, and his alpaca umbrella under his arm, he +enters a grocery-store of the village, and abstractedly asks how +strawberries are selling to-day? Upon being reminded that fresh fruit is +very scarce in late December, he changes his purpose, and orders two +bottles of Bourbon flavoring-extract sent to his address. And now he +wishes to know what they are charging for sponges? They tell him that he +must seek those articles at the druggist's, and he compromises by +requesting that four lemons be forwarded to his residence. Have they any +good Canton-flannel, suitable for a person of medium complexion?-- +No?--Very well, then: send half a pound of cloves to his house before +night. + +There are Ritualistic services at Saint Cow's, and he renders the +organ-accompaniments with such unusual freedom from reminiscences of the +bacchanalian repertory, that the Gospeler is impelled to compliment him +as they leave the cathedral. + +"You're in fine tone to-day, BUMSTEAD. Not quite so much volume to your +playing as sometimes, but still the tune could be recognized." + +"That, sir," answers the organist, explainingly, "was because I held my +right wrist firmly with my left hand, and played mostly with only one +finger. The method, I find, secures steadiness of touch and precision in +hitting the right key." + +"I should think it would, Mr. BUMSTEAD. You seem to be more free than +ordinarily from your occasional indisposition." + +"I am less nervous, Mr. SIMPSON," is the reply. "I've made up my mind to +swear off, sir.--I'll tell you what I'll do, SIMPSON," continues the +Ritualistic organist, with sudden confidential affability. "I'll make an +agreement with you, that whichever of us catches the other slipping-up +first in the New Year, shall be entitled to call for whatever he wants." + +"Bless me! I don't understand," ejaculates the Gospeler. + +"No matter, sir. No matter!" retorts the mystic of the organ-loft, +abruptly returning to his original gloom. "My company awaits me, and I +must go." + +"Excuse me," cries the Gospeler, turning back a moment; "but what's the +matter with your coat?" + +The other discovers the condition of his tucked-up coat-tail with some +fierceness of aspect, but immediately explains that it must have been +caused by his sitting upon a folding-chair just before leaving home. + +So, humming a savage tune in make-belief of no embarrassment at all in +regard to his recently disordered garment, Mr. BUMSTEAD reaches his +boarding-house. At the door he waits long enough to examine his +umbrella, with scowling scrutiny, in every rib; and then _he_ enters. + +Behind the red window-curtain of the room of the dinner-party shines the +light all night, while before it a wailing December gale rises higher +and higher. Through leafless branches, under eaves and against chimneys, +the savage wings of the storm are beaten, its long fingers caught, and +its giant shoulder heaved. Still, while nothing else seems steady, that +light behind the red curtain burns unextinguished; the reason being that +the window is closed and the wind cannot get at it. + +At morning comes a hush on nature; the sun arises with that innocent +expression of countenance which causes some persons to fancy that it +resembles Mr. GREELEY after shaving; and there is an evident desire on +the part of the wind to pretend that it has not been up all night. +Fallen chimnies, however, expose the airy fraud, and the clock blown +completely out of Saint Cow's steeple reveals what a high time there has +been. + +Christmas morning though it is, Mr. MCLAUGHLIN is summoned from his +family-circle of pigs, to mount the Ritualistic church and see what can +be done; and while a small throng of early idlers are staring up at him +from Gospeler's Gulch, Mr. BUMSTEAD, with his coat on in the wrong way, +and a wet towel on his head, comes tearing in amongst them like a +congreve rocket. + +"Where's them nephews?--where's MONTGOMERIES?--where's that umbrella?" +howls Mr. BUMSTEAD, catching the first man he sees by the throat, and +driving his hat over his eyes. + +"What's the matter, for goodness sake?" calls the Gospeler from the +window of his house. "Mr. PENDRAGON has gone away on a walking-match. Is +not Mr. DROOD at home with you?" + +"Norrabit'v it," pants the organist, releasing his man's throat, but +still leaning with heavy affection upon him: "m'nephews wen 'out with 'm +--f'r li'lle walk--er mir'night; an' 've norseen'm--since." + +There is no more looking up at Saint Cow's steeple with a MCLAUGHLIN on +it now. All eyes fix upon the agitated Mr. BUMSTEAD, as he wildly +attempts to step over the tall paling of the Gospeler's fence at a +stride, and goes crashing headlong through it instead. + +(_To be Continued_.) + +[Footnote 1: In the original English story there is, considering the +bitter time of year given, a truly extraordinary amount of solitary +sauntering, social strolling, confidential confabulating, +evening-rambling, and general lingering, in the open air. To "adapt" +this novel peculiarity to American practice, without some little +violation of probability, is what the present conscientious Adapter +finds almost the artistic requirement of his task.] + + * * * * * + +ALL HAIL! + +The most fearful weapon yet brought into the field of war--if we are to +believe newspaper correspondents--is the revolving grape-shot gun known +as the "hail-thrower," a piece of ordnance said to be in use by the +French and Prussian armies, alike. If half we hear about the +"hail-thrower" be true, 'twere better for all concerned to keep out of +hail of it. Many a hale fellow well met by that fearful hail storm must +go to grass ere the red glare of the war has passed away. "Where do you +hail from?" would be a bootless question to put when the "hail-thrower" +begins to administer throes to the breaking ranks. Worse than that; it +would probably be a headless question. + + * * * * * + +"THE PERFECT CURE." + +A newspaper paragraph states that, in Minnesota, they have a very +summary way of restoring the consciousness of pigs that have been +smitten by the summery rays of the sun. They simply open piggy's head +with a pick-axe or other handy instrument, introduce a handful or two of +salt, close up the head again, and piggy is all right. But this, after +all, is simply a new application of the old practice of Curing pork with +salt. + + * * * * * + +Con by a Son of a Gun. + +Why are the new breech-loaders supplied with needles? +To keep their breeches in repair, of course. + + * * * * * + +Con by a Carpet-Shaker. + +Why is a large carpet like the late rebellion? +Because it took such a lot of tax to put it down. + + * * * * * + +ADVICE TO PICNIC PARTIES. + +At this culminating period of the summer season, it is natural that the +civic mind should turn itself to the contemplation of sweet rural +things, including shady groves, lunch-baskets, wild flowers, sandwiches, +bird songs, and bottled lager-bier. + +The skies are at their bluest, now; the woods and fields are at their +greenest; flowers are blooming their yellowest, and purplest, and +scarletest. All Nature is smiling, in fact, with one large, +comprehensive smile, exactly like a first-class PRANG chromo with a +fresh coat of varnish upon it. + +Things being thus, what can be more charming than a rural excursion to +some tangled thicket, the very brambles, and poison-ivy, and possible +copperhead snakes of which are points of unspeakable value to a picnic +party, because they are sensational, and one cannot have them in the +city without rushing into fabulous extra expense. It is good, then, that +neighbors should club together for the festive purposes of the picnic, +and a few words of advice regarding the arrangement of such parties may +be seasonable. + +If your excursion includes a steamboat trip, always select a boat that +is likely to be crowded to its utmost capacity, more especially one of +which a majority of the passengers are babies in arms. There will +probably be some roughs on board, who will be certain to get up a row, +in which case you can make the babies in arms very effective as +"buffers" for warding off blows, while the crowd will save you from +being knocked down. + +Should there be a bar on board the steamer, it will be the duty of the +gentlemen of the party to keep serving the ladies with cool beverages +from it at brief intervals during the trip. This will promote +cheerfulness, and, at the same time, save for picnic duty proper the +contents of the stone jars that are slumbering sweetly among the +pork-pies and apple-dumplings by which the lunch-baskets are occupied. + +Never take more than one knife and fork with you to a picnic, no matter +how large the party may be. The probability is that you may be attacked +by a gang of rowdies and it is no part of your business to furnish them +with weapons. + +Avoid taking up your ground near a swamp or stagnant water of any kind. +This is not so much on account of mosquitoes as because of the small +saurian reptiles that abound in such places. If your party is a large +one, there will certainly be one lady in it, at least, who has had a +lizard in her stomach for several years, and the struggles of the +confined reptile to join its congeners in the swamp might induce +convulsions, and so mar the hilarity of the party. + +To provide against an attack by the city brigands who are always +prowling in the vicinity of picnic parties, it will be judicious to +attend to the following rules: + +Select all the fat women of the party, and seat them in a ring outside +the rest of the picnickers, and with their faces toward the centre of +the circle. In the event of a discharge of missiles this will be found a +very effective _cordon_--quite as effective, in fact, as the feather +beds used in the making up of barricades. + +Let the babies of the party be so distributed that each, or as many as +possible of the gentlemen present, can have one at hand to snatch up and +use for a fender should an attack at close quarters be made. + +If any dark, designful strangers should intrude themselves upon the +party, unbidden, the gentlemen present should by no means exhibit the +slightest disposition to resent the intrusion, or to show fight, as the +strangers are sure to be professional thieves, and, as such, ready to +commit murder, if necessary. Treat the strangers with every +consideration possible under the circumstances. Should there be no +champagne, apologize for the absence of it, and offer the next best +vintage you happen to have. Of course, having lunched, the strangers +will be eager to acquire possession of all valuables belonging to the +party. The gentlemen, therefore, will make a point of promptly handing +over to them their own watches and jewelry, as well as those of their +lady friends. + +Having arrived home, (we assume the possibility of this,) refrain, +carefully, from communicating with the police on the subject of the +events of the day. The publicity that would follow would render you an +object of derision, and no possible good could result to you from +disclosure of the facts. But you should at once make up your mind never +to participate in another picnic. + + * * * * * + +A CHANCE FOR OUR ORGAN GRINDERS. + +The famous _mitrailleur_, or grape-thrower, with which LOUIS NAPOLEON +has already commenced to astonish the Prussians, suggests congenial work +for the numerous performers on the barrel-organ with which our large +cities are at all times infested. It is worked with a crank, exactly +after the manner of the too-familiar street instrument; and might easily +be fitted with a musical cylinder arranged for the performance of the +most inspiriting and patriotic French airs. Should Italy, at present +neutral, take side with France hereafter, she should at once withdraw +her wandering minstrels from all parts of the world, and set them to +work on the "double attachment" engine of L.N. Nothing could be more +appropriate for working the _mitrailleur_ than a corps of barrel-organ +grinders from the land of the Grape. + + * * * * * + +THE ORIGIN OF PUNCHINELLO. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO: Though aware that you "belong to Company G," and must +not be bothered, I wish to ask whether you are descended from the famous +chicken-dealer of Sorrento, who sold fowls in Naples, and was well-known +in that fun-loving city for the humor of his speech and the oddity of +his form. He was called "PULCINELLA," I believe, the name being the same +as that of his wares. + +If not to this celebrated wag, perhaps you trace your origin to Mr. +PUCCIO D'ANELLO, who so delighted a company of actors at Aceria, with +his jokes and gibes, that they invited him to join them, and soon +discovered that they had found a Star. + +If neither of these classical wags was your ancestor, may I ask, who the +deuce _did_ you come from? Yours, truly, + +CURIOSO. + + * * * * * + +RECIPE TO BE TESTED. + +We see that they have been "firing cannon in the fields near Paris, to +bring on a rain." If there is any virtue in this recipe, they are likely +to get some moist weather to the north-eastward of Paris, to say the +least. The firing in that quarter may even lead to a Reign in Paris such +as France has not lately seen. We would not go so far as to _predict_ +anything of this sort. Oh, no; for we are aware that the moment we +should do so, NAPOLEON would lick the Prussians on purpose to show the +world that we didn't hit it that time. + + * * * * * + +THE WATERING PLACES. + +Punchinello's Vacations. + +When one wants to see the great people who are to be seen nowhere else, +one goes to the celebrated White Sulphur Springs of Virginia; and, very +correctly supposing that there might be persons there who would like to +see him, Mr. PUNCHINELLO took a trip to the aforesaid springs. He found +it charming there. There was such a chance to study character. From the +parlors where Chief-Justice CHASE and General LEE were hob-nobbing over +apple-toddies and "peach-and-honey," to the cabins where the wards of +the nation were luxuriating in picturesque ease beneath the shade of +their newly-fledged angel of liberty, everything was instructive to the +well-balanced mind. + +Here, too, in these fertile regions, were to be seen those exquisite +floral creations known as mint-juleps, the absence of which in our +Northern agricultural exhibitions can never be sufficiently deplored. + +Witness the beauty of the design and the ingenious delicacy of the +execution of one of the humblest of the species. + +From experience in the matter, Mr. P. is prepared to say, that not only +as an exponent of the beauties of nature, but as a drink, a mint-julep +is far superior to the water which gives thin resort its celebrity. Why +people persist in drinking that vilest of all water which is found at +the fashionable springs, Mr. P. cannot divine. If it is medicine you +want, you can get your drugs at any apothecary's, and he will mix them +in water for you for a very small sum extra. And the saving in expense +of travel, board and extras, will be enormous. + +But in spite of this fact, there were plenty of distinguished-looking +people at the White Sulphur. Mr. P. didn't know them all, but he had no +doubt that one of them was General LEE; one PHIL. SHERIDAN; another +Prof. MAURY; another GOLDWIN SMITH; and others Governor WISE; HENRY WARD +BEECHER, WADE HAMPTON, WENDELL PHILLIPS, RAPHAEL SEMMES, and LUCRETIA +MOTT. One man, an incognito, excited Mr. P.'s curiosity. This personage +was generally found in the society of LEE, JOHNSTON, POPE, HAMPTON, +GREELEY, and those other fellows who did so much to injure the Union +cause during the war. One day Mr. P. accosted him. He was an oddity, and +perhaps it would be a good idea to put his picture in the paper. + +"Sir!" said Mr. P., with that delicate consideration for which he is so +noted, "why do you pull your hat down over your eyes, and what is your +object in thus concealing your identity? Come sir! let us know what it +all means." + +The _incognito_ glanced at Mr. P. with the corner of his eye, and +perceiving that he was in citizen's dress, pulled his hat still further +over his face. + +"My business," said he, "is my own, but since the subject has been +broached, I may as well let _you_ know what it is." + +"You know me, then?" said Mr. P. + +"I do," replied the other, and proceeding with his recital, he said, +"You may have heard that a number of negro squatters were lately ejected +from a private estate in this State, after they had made the grounds to +blossom like the rose, and to bring forth like the herring." + +"Yes, I heard that," said Mr. P. + +"Well," said the other, "I happened to have some land near by, and I +invited those negroes to come and squat on my premises--" + +"Intending to turn them off about blossoming time?" said Mr. P. + +"Certainly, certainly," said the other, "and I am just waiting about +here until they put in a wheat crop on part of the land. I can then sell +that portion, right away." + +"Well, Mr. BEN BUTLER," said Mr. P., "all that is easily understood, now +that I know who you are; but tell me this, why are you so careful to +cover your face when in the company of civilians or ladies, and yet go +about so freely among these ex-Confederate officers?" + +"Oh," said the other, "you see I don't want to be known down here, and +some of the women or old men might remember my face. There's no danger +of any of the soldiers recognizing me, you know." + +"Oh, no," cried Mr. P. "None in the world, sir." + +"And besides," said the modest BUTLER, "it's too late now for me to be +spooning around among the women." + +"That's so," said Mr. P. "Good-bye, BENJAMIN. Any news from Dominica?" + +"None at all," said the other, "and I don't care if there never is. I am +opposed to that annexation scheme now." + +"Sold your claims?" said Mr. P. The incognito winked and departed. + +That evening at supper Mr. P. remarked that his biscuits were rather +hard, and he blandly requested a waiter to take one of them outside and +crack it. The elder PEYTON, who runs the hotel, overheard Mr. P.'s +remark, and stepping up to him, said: + +"Sir, you should not be so particular about your food. What you pay me, +while you stay at my place, is my charge for the water you drink. The +food and lodging I throw in, gratis." + +Mr. P. arose. + +"Mr. PEYTON," said he, "when I was quite a little boy, my father, making +the tour of America, brought me here, and I distinctly remember your +making that remark to him. Since then many of my friends have visited +the White Sulphur, and you invariably made the same remark to them. Is +there no way to escape the venerable joke?" + +The gentle PEYTON made no answer, but walked away, and after supper, one +of the boarders took Mr. P. aside and urged him to excuse their host, as +he was obliged to make the joke in question to every guest. The +obligation was in his lease. + +So the matter blew over. + +Reflecting, however, that if he had to pay so much for the water, that +he had better drink a little, Mr. P. went down to the spring to see what +could be done. On the way, he met Uncle AARON, formerly one of +WASHINGTON'S body-servants. The venerable patriarch touched his hat, and +Mr. P., hoping from such great age to gain a little wisdom, propounded +the following questions: + +"Uncle, is this water good for the bile?" + +"Oh, lor! no, mah'sr! Dat dar water 'ud jis spile anything you biled in +it. Make it taste of rotten eggs, for all the world, sir! 'Deed it +would.' + +"But what I want to know," said Mr. P., "is why the people drink it." + +"Lor' bless you, mah'sr! Dis here chile kin tell you dat. Ye see de +gem'men from de Norf dey drinks it bekase they eat so much cold wheat +bread. Allers makes 'em sick, sir." + +"And why do the Southerners drink it?" + +"Wal, mah'sr, you see dey eats so much hot wheat bread, and it don't +agree wid 'em, no how." + +"But how about the colored people? I have seen them drinking it, +frequently," said Mr. P. + +"Oh, lor, mah'sr, how you is a askin' questions! Don't you know dat de +colored folks hab to drink it bekase dey don't get no wheat bread at +all?" + +Mr. P. heard no better philosophy than this on the subject while he +remained at the White Sulphur. When he left, he brought a couple of +gallons of the water with him, and intends keeping it in the +water-cooler in his office, for loungers. + + * * * * * + +THE POEMS OF THE CRADLE. + + +CANTO III. + + "JACK and GILL went up the bill + To fetch a pail of water; + JACK fell down and broke his crown, + And GILL came tumbling after." + +How many persons there are who read those lines without giving one +moment's thought to their hidden beauty. Love, obedience, and devotion +unto death, are here portrayed; and yet people will repeat the lines of +the melancholy muse with a smile on their faces, and even teach it to +their young children as a sort of joyful lyric. + +My own infant-mind was tampered with in the same manner; and after I had +committed the poem to memory I was proudly called up by my fond and +doting parents to display my infantile acquirements before admiring +visitors. The result might have been foreknown. All my infancy and youth +passed away, and I never once perceived the hidden worth of these lines +till I had tumbled down a hill myself, cracked my crown, and was laid up +with it a week or more. During that time I had leisure to muse on the +fate of poor JACK. When my mind expanded so as to take in all the +sublimity of his devotion and death, my heart was filled with admiration +and astonishment, and I resolved I would make one effort to rescue the +memory of poor JACK and loving GILL from the oblivion it seemed to be +falling into, in the greater admiration people gave to the musical style +of the writer. + + "JACK and GILL went up the hill." + +Here you see the obedient, loving, long-suffering, put-upon drudge of +his brothers and sisters-we will take the liberty of giving him a few of +each as we are a little more generous than the author--who was compelled +(not the author, but JACK,) to do all the chores, fetch and carry, 'tend +and wait, bear the heat and burden of the day, and be the JACK for all +of them. He was not dignified by the respectable title of JOHN, or +JONATHAN, but was poor simple JACK. + +Virtue will always be rewarded, however, and even freckle-faced, +red-headed JACK had one friend, blue-eyed, tender-hearted GILL, who, +seeing the unhesitating obedience he rendered to all, forthwith +concluded that one so lone and sad could appreciate true friendship and +understand the motives that prompted her to give, unsolicited, her +gushing love. So, when the good JACK started up the hill, loving GILL +generously offered to accompany him. Probably the other children looked +out of the windows after them, and laughed, and jeered, and wondered +whither they were going; but, observing the pail, concluded they were +going + + "To fetch a pail of water," + +which they were willing JACK should do, as it would save them the +possibility of being ordered to do it; not that there was a probability +of such a command being given, but there was a slight danger that the +thing might happen in case JACK was occupied otherwise when the water +was needed. But now that he had gone for it, they were all right, and +rejoiced exceedingly thereat. + +Meanwhile the two little sympathizing companions toiled up the steep +hill, drinking in with every inhalation of the balmy air copious +draughts of the new-found elixir of life. "Soft eyes looked love to eyes +that spake again,"[2] and their hearts melted beneath each tender glance. +The little chubby hands that grasped the handle of the pail timidly +crept closer together, and by the time they had reached the rugged top, +it needed but one warm embrace to mingle the two souls into one, +henceforth forever. + +This was done. + +Tremblingly they drew back, blushing, casting modest glances at each +other; and then, to aid them in recovering from their confusion, turned +their attention to the water, which reflected back two happy, smiling +faces. Filling the pail with the dimpled liquid mirror, they turned +their steps homeward. + +Light at heart and intoxicated with bliss, poor JACK, ever unfortunate, +dashed his foot against a stone, and thus it was that + + "JACK fell down and broke his crown." + +[Oh! what a fall was there, my countrywomen!] Fearful were the shrieks +that rent the mountain air as he rolled down the hillside. The pail they +had carried so carefully was overturned and rent asunder, and the +trembling water spilled upon the smiling hill-side--fit emblem of their +vanishing hopes. + +Down went the roley-poley boy, like a dumpling down a cellar-door; +crashing his head against the cruel rocks that stood in stony +heartedness in his way, and dashing his brains out against their hard +sides. His loving companion, eyes and month dilated with horror, stood +still and rigid, gazing upon the fearful descent, and its tragic ending, +then throwing her arms aloft, and giving a fearful shriek of agony that +thrilled with horror the hearts of the hearers--if there were any--cast +herself down in exact imitation of the fall of her hero, rolled over and +over as he did, and ended by mingling her blood with his upon the same +stones. + +_His_ crown was broken diagonally; _hers_ slantindicularly; that was the +only difference. Her suicidal act is commemorated in the line, + + "And GILL came tumbling after." + +The catastrophe was witnessed by the assembled family, who hastened to +the bleeding victims of parental injustice, and endeavored to do all +that was possible to restore life to the mangled forms of the two who +loved when living, and in death were not divided. + +But all in vain. They were dead, and not till then did the family +appreciate the beautiful, self-denying, heroic disposition of the little +martyr, JACK. + +The two innocent forms were buried side by side, and the whole country +round mourned the fate of the infant lovers. + +Painters preserved their pictures on canvas, and poets sung them at +eventide. The beauties of their life, and their tragic death, were given +by the poet-laureate of the day in the words I have just transcribed; +and such an impression did these make on the minds of the inhabitants, +that the whole population took them to heart, and, with tears in their +eyes, taught them to their children, even unto the third and fourth +generations. + +Alas! it was reserved for our day and generation to gabble them over +unthinking, carelessly unmindful of the fearful fate the words describe. + +Repentant ones, drop to their memory a tear, even now! It is not too +late! + +[Footnote 2: Original, by some other fellow.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: +WHAT WE MAY EXPECT IN OUR ARMY OF THE FUTURE. +"NONE BUT THE BRAVE," ETC.] + + * * * * * + +LETTER FROM A CROAKER. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO: You have not, I believe, informed your readers, one of +whom I have the honor to be, as to whether you have yet united yourself +to any Designing Female. As this is a matter peculiarly interesting to +many of your readers, all of whom, I have not the least doubt, are +interested in your welfare, I would advise some statement on your part, +respecting it. + +I trust, my dear sir, that, if you are as yet free, you will take the +well-intended advice of a sufferer, and steer entirely clear of the +shoals and quicksands peculiar to the life of a married man, by never +embarking in the matrimonial ship. + +Do not misunderstand me. I lived happily, very happily, with my sainted +BELINDA--it must be confessed that she had a striking partiality for +sardines, which caused considerable of a decrease in the profits of my +wholesale and retail grocery establishment. I cherish no resentment on +that account, but, as you probably well know, one of the discomforts of +matrimonial existence is children. + +Sir, I have a daughter, who is considered passably good-looking by +certain appreciative individuals. Since the unfortunate demise of my +lamented wife, the profits of the mercantile establishment of which I am +proprietor have largely increased, and as REBECCA is my only child, +there is a considerable prospect of her bringing to the man who espouses +her, a comfortable dowry, and probably a share in my business. + +I keep no man-servant, and after my daughter retires--generally at the +witching hour of two in the morning,--I am obliged to hobble down +stairs, extinguish the lights, cover the fire, lock up the house, and +ascertain whether it is perfectly fire and burglar-proof for the time +being. + +Were this, sir, the only annoyance to which I am subjected, my wrath +would probably expend itself in a little growling, but hardly have I +reposed myself upon my couch, ere my ear catches an infernal tooting and +twanging and whispering, and a broken-winded German band, engaged by an +admirer of my REBECCA, strikes up some outrageous _pot pourri_, or +something of that sort, and sleep, disgusted, flees my pillow. + +Last night--or rather this morning--they came again. Their discordant +symphonies roused me to desperation. I seized a bucket of slops, and; +opening the window, dashed the contents in the direction of the music; +the full force of the deluge striking a fat, froggy-looking little +Dutchman, who was puffing and blowing at a bassoon infinitely larger +than himself. He was just launching out into a prodigious strain, but it +expired while yet in the bloom of youth. He remained for a short time in +the famous posture of the Colossus of Rhodes, vainly endeavoring to +shake off the cigar-stumps and other little _et ceteras_ which were +clinging to him like cerements, uttering the while unintelligible oaths. +Then he struck for his _domus et placens uxor_ at as rapid a rate as his +little dumpy legs could carry him. + +If they come to-night--if they dare to come--I will give them a dose +which they will remember. + +My dear sir, what can I do to rid myself of these annoyances? The girl +has been to boarding-school, and so can't be sent there again. She has +no friends or relations whom it would be advisable to put her off upon. +Assist me then, in this, the hour of my tribulation, and you, my dear +Mr. PUNCHINELLO, will merit the lasting gratitude of an + +UNHAPPY FATHER. + +[The best thing an "Unhappy Father" can do, under the circumstances, is +to learn to play upon the bass horn, and then, should the brazen +serenaders again make their appearance, he can give them blow for +blow.--ED. PUNCHINELLO.] + + * * * * * + +That Iron "Dog." + +The latest bit of intelligence given by the police regarding the "dog" +so much spoken of in connection with the Twenty-third street murder, is +that it is not, as at first stated, the kind of instrument used by +shipwrights. In other words, the police have discovered that it is not a +Water-dog, though, up to the present date, they have not been able to +prove it a Bloodhound. + + * * * * * + +Severe Penalty. + +A newspaper gravely informs us that "the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania +has refused the Writ of Error in the case of Dr. SHOEPPE, convicted of +the murder of Mr. STEINNEKE, _and will be hanged_." + +Can nothing be done to save this Court? One may say they had no business +to refuse the Writ. But, at any rate, we are of opinion that the +punishment is excessive. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: WONDERFUL TOUR DE FORCE, + +PERFORMED "ON THE BEACH AT LONG BEACH," BY PROFESSOR JAMES FISK, JR., +THE GREAT AMERICAN ATHLETE.] + + * * * * * + +HIRAM GREEN ON JERSEY MUSQUITOES. + +A Hard-fought Battle--Musquitoes have no Sting that Jersey Lightning +cannot Cure. + +New Jarsey is noted among her sister countries, as bein' responsible for +2 of the most destructive things ever got up. + +The first is of the animal kingdom, and varyin in size from a 3 yeer old +snappin' turtle, to a lode of hay. + +It has a bayonet its nose, in which is a skwirt gun charged with +pizen. + +It has no hesitation, whatsoever, of shovin' it's pitch-fork into a +human bein', and when a feller feels it, it makes him think old +SOLFERINO has come for him, and no mistake. + +The sirname of this sleep-distroyin' animile, is Muskeeter. And they +like their meet raw. + +Misery Number 2 is a beverige manufactured from the compound extract of +chain litenin on the wing, and ile of vitril. It is then flavored with +earysipelas and 7 yeer itch, when it is ready to lay out it's man. + +I was on a visit to Jarsey, a short time ago, and if ever a man was +justified in cussin' the day he ever sot foot onto the classick red +shores of New Jarsey, (which soil, by the way, is so greasy that all the +red-headed New Jarsey gals use it for hair ile, while for greasin' a +pancake griddle it can't be beat,) it was the undersined. + +The first nite I was in that furrin climb, after hangin' my close over a +chair, and droppin' my false teeth in a tumbler of water, I retired in a +sober and morril condition. + +"Balmy sleep, sweet nater's hair restorer," which sentiment I cote from +Mr. DICKENS, who, I understand from the Bosting clergy, is now sizzlin', +haden't yet folded me in her embrace. + +Strains of melody, surpassin' by severil lengths the melifflous +discordant notes of the one-armed hand organist's most sublimerest +seemfunny, sircharged the atmosfear. Ever and anon the red-hot breezes +kissed the honest old man's innocent cheek, and slobbered grate capsules +of odoriferous moisture, which ran in little silvery streams from his +reclinin' form. Yes! verily, great pearls hung pendant from his nasal +protuberants. + +In other words, I hadent gone to sleep, but lay their sweatin' like an +ice waggon, while the well-known battle song of famished Muskeeters fell +onto my ear. The music seized; and a regiment of Jarsey Muskeeters, all +armed to the teeth and wearin' cowhide butes, marched single-file into +my open window. + +The Kernal, a gray-headed old war-worn vetenary, alited from his hoss, +and tide the animal to the bed-post. + +The Commander then mounted ontop of the wash-stand, and helpin' hisself +to a chaw of tobacker out of my box, which lay aside him, the old +scoundrel commenced firin' his tobacker juice in my new white hat. "See +here, Kernal," said I, somewhat riled at seein' him make a spittoon of +my best 'stove-pipe,' "if it's all the same to you, spose'n you eject +your vile secretion out of the winder." + +"Cork up, old man," said the impudent raskle, "or ile spit on ye and +drown you." + +All about the room the privates were sacreligously misusing my property. + +One red-headed old Muskeeter, who was so full of somebody's blood he +couldn't hardly waddle, was seated in the rockin'-chair, and with my +specturcols on his nose, was readin' a copy of PUNCHINELLO, and laffin' +as if heed bust. + +Another chap had got my jack-nife, and was amusin' hisself by slashin' +holes in my bloo cotton umbreller, which two other Muskeeters had shoved +up, and was a settin' under, engaged in tyin' my panterloon legs into +hard nots. + +Another scallawag had jammed my coat part way into my butes, and was +pourin' water into 'em out from the wash-pitcher, and I am sorry to say +it, evry darned Muskeeter was up to some mean trick, which would put to +blush, even a member of the New Jarsey legislater. + +Suddenly the Kernal hollered: + +"To arms!" + +And every Muskeeter fell into line about my bedside. + +"Charge bagonets!" said the Kernal. At which the hul lot went for me. +Their pizened wepins entered my flesh. + +They charged onto my bald head. Rammed their bayonets into my arms--my +back--my side--and there wasen't a place bigger'n a cent, which they +diden't fill with pizen. + +There I lay, groanin' for mercy. + +But Jersey Muskeeters, not dealin' in that article, don't know what it +is. + +Like the new collecter MURFY, when choppin' off the heads of FENTON +offis holders, mercy hain't their lay, about these times. + +At this juncture a company of draggoons clinchin' their pesky bills into +me, dragged me off onto the floor. + +And then such a horrible laff they would give, when I would strike for +them and miss hittin'. + +There I lay on the floor, puffin' and blowin' like a steem ingine, while +the hull army was dancin' a war dance around my prostrate figger, and +the old Kernal was cuttin' down a double shuffle on the wash-stand, +which made the crockery rattle. + +I kicked at 'em as they would charge on my feet and l--limbs. I grabbed +at 'em, as they charged on my face--arms--and shoulders. + +Slap! bang! kick! sware! + +I couldn't stand it much longer. + +As a big corpulent feller, who, I should judge, was gittin' readdy to +jine a Fat mans club, went over me, I catched him by the heel. + +I hung on to him with my best holt + +He dragged me all over the floor. + +My head struck the bedposts, and other furniture. + +3 other Muskeeters got straddle of me, and as if I was a hoss, spurred +me up purty lively. + +All of a sudden the Muskeeter I was hangin' to give a yank, and drew out +his foot, left his bute in my hand. + +Brandishin' the bute about my head, I cleared at lot of Muskeeters. + +Jumpin' to my feet I made things fly for a minuit, pilin' up the killed +and wounded in a promiscous heap. + +Seein' the Kernal settin' up there enjoyin' the fun, I let fly the bute +at him. + +Smash! went the lookin-glass. + +The venerable commanding Muskeeter had dodged, and was settin' on the +burow, with his thumb on his nose, wrigglin' his fingers at me in a very +ongentlemanly manner. + +There I was again unarmed, dancin' about, swelled up like a base ball +player on match day. + +"Blood IARGO!" was the cry. + +I tride to make a masked battery with a piller. It was no protection +again Jarsey Muskeeters. + +As RACHEL mourned for her step-mother, I sighed for me home. + +"Why, oh why," I cride, "did I leave old Skeensboro?" + +A widder wearin' a borrowed suit of mornin'--eleven children cryin' +because the governor had been chawed up by Muskeeters crowded into my +thoughts. + +The army was gettin' reddy to charge onto me agin, and avenge their +fallen comrags. + +Suddenly a brite thought struck me. + +I ceased a sheet and waved it for a flag of truce. + +The order wasen't given. + +"Kernal," said I, "before we continue this fite, let's take a drink all +around, and I'll stand treat." + +"Done," said he, "trot out your benzine." + +I opened the burow drawer, and took out a black bottle. + +I pulled the cork and filled all the glasses, then poured a lot into the +wash-bowl, when I handed the bottle to the Kernal. + +"Make ready! Take aim! Drink!" Down went the licker. + +I laffed a revengeful laff, as every condemned Muskeeter turned up their +heels and cride: + +"Water--send my bones back to Chiny--mother dear, I'm comein', 300,000 +strong--we die--by the hand--of Jarsey--lite--" + +And Jarsey litenin', more powerful than the chassepo gun of France or +the needle-gun of Prushy, had done its work, and the old man was saved +to the world! + +It was 3 days before any close would again fit me. + +I looked more like a big balloon than a human bein', I was swelled up so +with the pizen. + +My blessin's on the head of the individual who invented Jarsey litenin'. +Nothin else would have saved the Lait Gustise's valuable life. + +Ever of thow, + +HIRAM GREEN, Esq., + +_Lait Gustise of the Peece._ + + * * * * * + +From our own Correspondent. + +Rumors of war from Europe must always be expected, for how can we get +Pacific news by Atlantic Telegraph? + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS," ETC, + +_First Small Bather_. "WOULDN'T OUR MAMS GIVE US FITS IF THEY CAUGHT US +SWIMMIN'?" + +_Second Ditto_. "I'LL BET YER!" + +(_But neither of the happy little truants knows that a thief is running +off with their clothes_.)] + + * * * * * + +REFORM IN JUVENILE LITERATURE. + +Since the thrilling moment when GUTTENBURG made his celebrated +discovery, numbers of persons have tried their hands--and undoubtedly +their heads also--at Books for the Young. Hitherto, many of them have +evinced a sad lack of judgment in respect of matter. + +Would you believe it, in this highly moral and virtuous age? they have +actually written stories!--stories that were not true! They haven't +seemed to care a button whether they told the truth or not! Where can +they have contracted the deadly heresy that imagination, feeling, and +affection, are good things, deserving encouragement? Mark the effect of +these pernicious teachings! Hundreds and thousands--nay, fellow mortal, +_millions_ of children,--now walk the earth, believing in fairies, +giants, ogres, and such-like unreal personages, and yet unable (we blush +to say it!) to tell why the globe we live on is flattened at the poles! +Is it not a serious question whether children who persistently ignore +what is true and important, but cherish fondly these abominable fables, +may not ultimately be lost? + +But, thanks to the recent growth of practical sense--or the decline of +the inventive faculty--in writers for the young, a better day is +dawning, and there is still some hope for the world. Men of sense and +morality are coming forward: they dedicate their minds to this +service--those practical minds whence will be extracted the only true +pabulum for the growing intellect. It is to minds of this stamp--so +truly the antipodes of all that is youthful, spontaneous, and +child-like, (in a word: frivolous,) that we must look for those solid +works which, in the Millennium that is coming, will perfectly supplant +what may be termed, without levity, the "Cock and Bull" system of +juvenile entertainment. Worldly people may consider this stuff graceful +and touching, sweet and loveable; but it is nevertheless clearly +mischievous, else pious and proper persons wouldn't have said so, time +and again. + +For our part, we may as well confess that our sympathies go out +undividedly toward that important class who are averse to +Nonsense,--more particularly _book_-nonsense,--which they can't stand, +and won't stand, and there's an end of it. There is something +exceedingly winning, to us, in that sturdy sense, that thirst for +mathematical precision, that impatience of theory, that positive and +self-reliant--we don't mind saying, somewhat dogmatical--air, that +sternness of feature, thinness of lip, and coldness of eye, which belong +to the best examples. We respect even the humbler ones; for they at +least hate sentiment, they do not comprehend or approve of humor, and +they never relish wit. What does a taste for these qualities indicate, +but an idle and frivolous mind, devoted to trifles: and how fatal is +such a taste, in the pursuit of wealth and respectability! + +Fantastic people have much to say of the "affections," the "graces and +amenities of life," "soul-culture," and the like. We cannot too deeply +deplore their fatuity, in giving prominence to such abstractions. As for +children, the most we can concede is, that they have a natural--though, +of course, depraved--taste for stories: yes, we will say that this +fondness is irrepressible. But, what we really must insist on, is, that +in gratifying that fondness, you give them _true_ stories. Where is the +carefully trained and upright soul that would not reject "JACK, the +Giant-killer," or "Goody Two-shoes," if it could substitute (say, from +"New and True Stories for Children,") a tale as thrilling as this: + + "When I was a boy, I said to my uncle one day, 'How did you + get your finger cut off?' and he said, 'I was chopping a + stick one evening, and the hatchet cut off my finger.'" + +Blessings, blessings on the man who thus embalmed this touching +incident! Who does not see that the reign of fiction is over! + +That the parental portion of the public may judge what the future has in +store for their little ones (who, we hope, will be men and women far +sooner than their ancestors were,) we present them with a fragrant +nosegay (pshaw! we mean, a shovel-full) of samples, commending them, +should they wish for more, to the nearest Sabbath-school library. + +Ah, it is a touching thing, to see some great philanthropist come +forward, at the call of Duty and his Publisher (perhaps also quickened +by the hollow sound emitted by his treasure-box), and compress himself +into the absurdly small compass of a few pages 18mo., in order to afford +himself the exalted pleasure of holding simple and godly converse with +children at large! + +"All truth--no fiction." What further guarantee would you have? How +replete with useful matter must not a book with _that_ assurance be! Let +us read: + + "The Indians cannot build a ship. They do not Know how to get + iron from the mines, _and they do not know enough._ + + "Besides, they do not like to work, and like to fight + _better_ than to work. + + "When they want to sail, they burn off a log of wood, and + make it hollow by burning and scraping it with sharp stones." + +Now we ask, does not this satisfy your ideal of food for the youthful +mind? Observe that it is simple, direct, graphic, satisfying. It cannot +enfeeble the intellect. It will be useful. There is something tangible +about it. The child at once perceives that if the Indians knew how to +"get iron from the mines," and "knew enough" in general, they would +build ships, in spite of their distaste for work. There can be no doubt +that this is "all truth--no fiction," for Indians are sadly in want of +ships. They like to sail; for we learn that "when they want to sail" +they are so wild for it, that they even go to the length of "burning off +a log of wood, and making it hollow by burning and scraping it with +sharp stones." We thus perceive the significance of the apothegm, "Truth +is stranger than fiction." The day is not far distant when children will +think as much of the new literature as they formerly did of certain +worm-lozenges, for which they were said to "cry." + +And where everything has been inspired by the love of Truth, even the +cuts may teach something. If "a canoe," contrary to the general +impression, is at least as long as "a ship," it is very important that +children should so understand it; and if "a pin-fish" is really as big +as "a shark," no mistaken deference to the feelings of the latter should +make us hesitate to say so. + +No child, we are convinced, is too young to get ideas of science. In one +of the model books we are pleased to find this great truth distinctly +recognized: + + "'Is there anything like a lever about a wheelbarrow?' said + his father. 'O yes, sir,' said JAMES. 'The axle; and the + wheel is the prop, the load is the weight, and the power is + your hand.'" + +This, we should say, speaks for itself. + +Nor is a child ever too young to get ideas of thrift. One of our writers +for infants observes, after explaining that the Dutch reclaimed the +whole of Holland from the sea by means of dykes, "they worked hard, +saved their money, and so grew rich." Any child can take such hints. + +Neither is it wholly amiss to demonstrate that a child can't put a clock +in his pocket. For it is plain that he would else be trying to do so +sometime. + +Now, where in the "Arabian Nights" do you find anything like this?--We +answer, triumphantly, Nowhere! + + "'JAMES,' said his father, 'do not shut up hot water too + tight, and take care when it is over the fire.' + + "'A lady was boiling coffee one day, and kept the cover on + the coffee-pot too long. When she took it off, the water + turned to steam, and flew up in her face, and took the skin + off. + + "'Do you know how they make the wheels of a steamboat move? + They shut up water tight in a great kettle and heat it. Then + they open a hole which has a heavy iron bar in it, the steam + lifts it, in trying to get out. That bar moves a lever, and + the lever moves the wheels. + + "'Machines are wonderful things.'" + +This fact the reader must distinctly realize. And doesn't he realize +that the days of JACK, the Giant-killer, and Little Red Riding Hood, are +about over? We want truth. The only question is, (as FESTUS observed), +What is Truth? + + * * * * * + +PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE + +ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. + +_Derrick_.--There is a superstition afloat that, if you see a ladder +hoisted against a house, and, instead of passing outside the ladder you +pass under it, some accident or affliction will befall you. What about +this? + +_Answer._.--It all depends upon circumstances. If, while passing under +the ladder, a hod of bricks should fall through it and strike you on the +head, then an "accident or affliction" shall have befallen you: +otherwise not. + +_Nincompoop_.--I hear a great deal about the "log" of the _Cambria._ Can +you tell me how it is likely to be disposed of? + +_Answer_.--It is to be manufactured into snuff-boxes for the officers +and crew of the _Dauntless_, as a delicate admission that they are up to +snuff and not to be sneezed at. + +_Nick of the Pick_.--What is the best way of securing one's self from +the bodily damages to which all persons who attend pic-nic parties now +seem to be liable? + +_Answer_.--Don't go to pic-nic parties. Rough it at home. + +_John Brown_.--We cannot insert jokes on the number of SMITHS in the +world--except as advertisements. For lowest rates see terms on the +cover. + +_Hircus_.--We are sorry to say that your remarks on Baby Farming are not +based upon facts. In nine cases out of ten it has nothing whatever to do +with Husbandry. + +_Acorn_.--As this is the seventh time you have written to us, asking +whether corns can be cured by cutting, so it must be the last. The thing +palls, and we must now try whether ACORN cannot be got rid of by +cutting. + +_Horseman_.--No; we never remember to have met a man who did not "know +all about a horse." If such a man can be found, his fortune and that of +the finder are assured. + +_Seeker_.--It may be true that man changes once in every seven years but +that will hardly excuse you from paying your tailor's bill contracted in +1862, on the ground that you are not the same man. + +_Fond Mother_.--None but a brutal bachelor would object to a "sweet +little baby," merely because it was bald-headed. + +_Sempronius_.--Would you advise me to commit suicide by hanging? + +_Answer_.--No. If you are really bound to hang, we would advise you to +hang about some nice young female person's neck instead of by your own: +it's pleasanter. + +_Wacks_.--Yes, the Alaska seal contracts will undoubtedly include the +great Seal of the United States. + +_"Talented" Author_.--We do not pay for rejected communications. + +_Many Inquiriers_.--We can furnish back numbers to a limited extent; +future ones by the cargo, or steamboat. + + * * * * * + +FINANCIAL. + +WALL STREET, AUGUST 2ND. + +Respected Sir: Acting upon your suggestion that, despite the repugnance +with which the truly artistic mind must ever view it, Commerce was a +rising institution, and that amongst the thousands of the refined and +haughty who read PUNCHINELLO with feelings of astonishment and awe, +there were some misguided men whose energies had been perverted to the +pursuit of filthy lucre, your contributor yesterday descended into the +purlieus of the city in quest of information wherewith to pander to the +tastes of the debased few. + +It would be useless to point out to you that 10 A.M. is not the hour at +which it is the custom of Y.C. to tear himself from his luxurious conch. +His conception of the exalted has always been associated with late +breakfasts. On this memorable occasion, however, duty and a bell-boy +called him; and at the extraordinary hour to which he has referred he +arose and set about his investigations. + +A party of distinguished and sorrowing friends accompanied him as far as +BANG'S. The regard which he cherishes for poetry and art had hitherto +marked out this pleasant hostelrie as the utmost limit of his down-town +perambulations. The conversation of his distinguished friends was +elevating: the potations in which they drank their good wishes were +equally, if not more so. Having deposited $2.35 for safe-keeping with a +trusted friend, your contributor hailed a Wall Street stage and sped +fearlessly to his destination. He has gone through the ordeal safely. +Annexed are the result of his labors, in the shape of bulletins which +were forwarded to but never acknowledged by a frivolous and unfeeling +editor. + +WALL STREET, 10-1/2 A.M.--The market opened briskly with a tendency +towards DELMONICO'S for early refreshments. Eye-openers in active +demand. Brokers have undergone an improvement. + +11 A.M.--On the strength of a rumor that a gold dollar had been seen in +an up-town jewelry store, gold declined 1.105. + +11.15 A.M.--In consequence of a report that Col. JAS. FISK, JR., has +secured a lease of Plymouth Church, and is already engaged in +negotiations with several popular preachers, Eries advanced one-half per +cent. + +HALF-PAST ELEVEN A.M.--A reaction has commenced in Eries, it being given +out that Madame KATHI LANNER had sustained an injury which would +necessitate her withdrawal from the Grand Opera House. + +TWELVE O'CLOCK.--Just heard some fellow saying, "St. Paul preferred." +Couldn't catch the rest. It seems important. What did St. Paul prefer. +Look it up, and send me word. + +HALF-PAST TWELVE.--Market excited over a dog-fight. How about St. Paul? + +ONE.--Police on the scene. Market relapsed. Anything of St. Paul yet? +Send me what's-his-name's Commentaries on the Scriptures. + +HALF-PAST ONE.--News has been received here that Commodore VANDERBILT +was recently seen in the neighborhood of the Croton reservoir. In view +of the anticipated watering process, N.Y.C. securities are buoyant. +Many, however, would prefer their stock straight. But what was it St. +Paul preferred? Do tell. + +TWO O'CLOCK.--Immense excitement has been created on 'Change by a report +that JAY GOULD had been observed discussing Corn with a prominent +Government official. A second panic is predicted. + +QUARTER PAST TWO.--Later advices confirm the above report. The place of +their meeting is said to have been the Erie Restaurant. Great anxiety is +felt among heavy speculators. + +HALT-PAST TWO.--It is now ascertained that the Corn they were discussing +was Hot Corn at lunch. A feeling of greater security prevails. + +THREE O'CLOCK.--Intelligence has just reached here that a dime-piece was +received in change this morning at a Broadway drinking saloon. Gold has +receded one per cent, in consequence. Eries quiet, Judge BARNARD being +out of town. + +P.S. I haven't found out what St. Paul preferred. What's-his-name don't +mention it in his Commentaries. + +HALF-PAST THREE.--Sudden demand for New York Amusement Co.'s Stock. +HARRY PALMER to reopen Tammany with a grand scalping scene in which the +TWEED tribe of Indians will appear in aboriginal costume. NORTON, GENET, +and _confrères_ have kindly consented to perform their original _rôles_ +of _The Victims_. + +P.S. Unless I receive some definite information concerning that +preference of St. Paul's, I shall feel it incumbent on me to vacate my +post of Financial Editor. + +FOUR O'CLOCK.--On receipt of reassuring news from Europe, the market has +advanced to DELMONICO'S, where wet goods are quoted from 10 cents +upwards. Champagne brisk, with large sales. Counter-sales (sandwiches, +etc.,) extensive. Change in greenbacks greasy. + +P.S. Asked a fellow what St. Paul preferred. He said, "St. Paul +Preferred Dividends, you Know." Perhaps St. Paul did. A great many +stockholders do. But what stock did St. Paul hold? Was it Mariposa +or--"Only just taken one, but, as you observe, the weather _is_ +confounded hot--so I don't mind if I--" + +GREENBAYS. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: THE DOG IN THE MANGER. +Crispin won't do the work himself, and won't let John Chinaman do it. ] + + * * * * * + +OUR PORTFOLIO. + +We have just received from "DICK TINTO," our special correspondent at +the seat of war, the following metrical production said to have been +written by HENRI ROCHEFORT in prison, but suppressed in obedience to +orders from the Emperor. PUNCHINELLO felicitates his readers upon the +enterprise which enables him to lay it before them, and flatters himself +that the enormous trouble and expense involved in hauling it to this +side of the Atlantic, will not prevent him from doing it again--if +necessary. + +AU PRINCE IMPERIAL. + +SCENE.--_A square fronting the Bureau of the chemin de fer for Chalons +and Metz. Time, Midi._ + +The Prince Imperial, en route for the seat of war, is seated upon a +milk-white steed. Beneath his left arm he convulsively carries a +struggling game-cock, with gigantic gaffs, while his right hand feebly +clutches a lance, the napping of whose pennant in his face appears to +give him great annoyance and suggests the services of a "Shoo-fly." +Around him throng the ladies of the Imperial bed-chamber and a cohort of +nurses, who cover his legs with kisses, and then dart furtively between +his horse's _jambes_ as if to escape the pressure of the crowd. Just +beyond these a throng of hucksters, market-women, butchers, bakers, +etc., vociferously urge him to accept their votive offerings of garden +truck, carrots, cabbages, parsnips, haunches of beef, baskets of French +rolls and the like, all of which the Prince proudly declines, whereupon +the vast concourse breaks forth into this wild chant to the air of + +BINGEN ON THE RHINE. + + From fountains bright at fair Versailles, + And gardens of St. Cloud-- + With a rooster of the Gallic breed + To cock-a-doodle-do-- + + Behold! our Prince Imperial comes, + And in his hands a lance, + That erst he'll cross with German spears + For glory and for France. + + They've ta'en his bib and tucker off, + And set him on a steed; + That he may ride where soldiers ride, + And bleed where soldiers bleed. + + They've cut his curls of jetty hair, + And armed him _cap à pie_, + Until he looks as fair a knight + As France could wish to see. + + Ho! ladies of the chamber, + Ho! nurses, gather near; + Your _charge_ upon a _charger_ waits + To shed the parting tear. + + Come! kiss him for his mother, + _Et pour sa Majesté,_ + And twine his brow with garlands of + The fadeless _fleurs de lis._ + + _Voila!_ who but a few moons gone + Of babies held the van, + Now wears his spurs and draws his blade + Like any other man! + + Then come, ye courtly dames of France, + Oh! take him to your heart, + And cheer as only woman can + Our beardless BONAPARTE; + + For ere another sun shall set, + Those lips cannot be kissed; + And through the grove and in the court + Their prattling will be missed. + + The light that from those soft blue eyes + Now kindly answers thine, + Will flash where mighty armies tread, + Upon the banks of Rhine. + + Yea, hide from him, as best you can, + All womanly alarms, + Nor smile with those who mocking cry, + "Behold! A _babe-in-arms!_" + + A babe indeed! Oh! sland'rous tongues, + A Prince fresh from his smock, + Shows _manly_ proof if he can stand + The battle shout and shock. + + And this is one on whom the gods + Have put their stamp divine: + The latest, and perchance the last + Of Corsica's dread line. + + Then for the Prince Imperial + _Citoyens_ loudly cheer: + That his right arm may often bring + Some German to his _bier_; + + That distant Rhineland, trembling, + May hear his battle-cry, + And neutral nations wondering ask, + "_Oh! how is this far high?_" + +Our private dispatches from the seat of war in Europe are very +confusing. The "Seat" appears to be considerably excited, but the "War" +takes things easily, and seems to have "switched off" for an indefinite +time. It is observed by many that there never was a war precisely like +this war, and if it hadn't been for a Dutch female, the Duchess of +Flanders, it is fair to suppose that PUNCHINELLO wouldn't have been out +of pocket so much for cablegrams. The Duchess took it into her head (and +her head appears to have had room for it,) that her blood relative, +LEOPOLD, couldn't get his blood up to accept the Spanish Crown. Well, as +it turned out, the Duchess was right. Anyhow, she went for L., (a letter +by the way, which few Englishman can pronounce in polite society,) and +told him that there was + + "* * * a tide in the affairs of men, + Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune." + +LEOPOLD said he had heard of that tide; but he didn't believe in always +"follerin' on it," no matter what betided. Then the Duchess got up her +Dutch spunk, and spoke out pretty freely, saying as much as if LEOPOLD +were a tame sort of poodle, and that _she_ ought to have been born to +wear breeches, just to show him how a man should act in a great crisis +like the present. + +"Just so," says LEOPOLD, "but you see the 'crisis' is what's the matter. +If it wasn't for the 'crisis,' I'd go in for ISABELLA'S old armchair +faster than a hungry pig could root up potatoes." FLANDERS saw at a +glance how the goose hung, and that her bread would all be dough if +something wasn't done, and that quickly. She knew LEOPOLD'S weakness for +Schnapps, when he was a boy at Schiedam, and, producing a bottle of the +Aromatic elixir, with which she had previously armed herself in +expectation of his obstinacy, poured out a glassful and requested him to +clear his voice with it. Fifteen minutes after his vocal organs had been +thus renewed, LEOPOLD was in a condition to see things in an entirely +new light, and hesitated no longer to write the following note to +General PRIM: + +Dear PRIM: The thing has been satisfactorily explained to me, and I +accept. Enclosed find a bottle of Schnapps. You never tasted Schnapps +like this. The Duchess says she don't care a cuss for NAP, and that I +mustn't neither. + +--LEOPOLD, SIGMARINGEN-HOHENZOLLERN. + +This is a veritable account of the origin of the European +"unpleasantness," and can be certified to any one who will call upon us +and examine the original dispatches. + + +--------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | A.T. 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The princely merchant, in his counting-room, +involuntarily experiences the softening, humanizing influence of the +hour, and, in tones tremulous with unwonted emotion, privately directs +his Chief-Clerk to tell all the other clerks, that, on this night of +all the round year, they may, before leaving the store at 10 o'clock, +take almost any article from that slightly damaged auction-stock down +in the front cellar, at actual cost-price. This, they are to +understand, implies their Employer's hearty wish of a Merry Christmas +to them; and is a sign that, in the grand spirit of the festal season, +he can even forget and forgive those unnatural leaner entry-clerks who +are always whining for more than their allotted $7 a week. The +President of the great railroad corporation, in the very middle of a +growling fit over the extra cost involved in purchasing his last +Legislature, (owing to the fact that some of its Members had been +elected upon a fusion of Radical-Reform and Honest-Workingman's +Tickets,) is suddenly and mysteriously impressed with the recollection +that this is Christmas Eve. "Why, bless my soul, so it is!" he cries, +springing up from his littered rosewood desk like a boy. "Here, you +General Superintendent out there in the office!" sings he, cheerily, +"send some one down to Washington Market this instant, to find out +whether or not any of those luscious anatomical western turkies that I +saw in the barrels this morning are left yet. If the commercial hotels +down-town haven't taken them all, buy every remaining barrel at once! +Not a man nor boy in this Company's service shall go home to-night +without his Christmas dinner in his hand! Lively, now, Mr. JONES! and +just oblige me by picking out one of the birds for yourself, if you can +find one at all less blue than the rest. It's Christmas Eve, sir; and +upon my word I'm really sorry our boys have to work to-morrow as usual. +Ah! it's hard to be poor, JONES! A merry Christmas to us all. Here's my +carriage come for me." And even in returning to their homes from their +daily avocations, on Christmas Eve, how the most grasping, penurious +souls of men will soften to the world's unfortunate! Who is this poor +old lady, looking as though she might be somebody's grandmother, +sitting here by the wayside, shivering, on such an Eve as this? No home +to go?—Relations all dead?—Eaten nothing in two days?—Walked all the +way from the Woman's Rights Bureau in Boston?—Dear me! <i>can</i> +there be so much suffering on Christmas Eve? I must do something for +her, or my own good dinner to-morrow will be a reproach to me. "Here! +Policeman! just take this poor old lady to the Station-House, and give +her a good warm home there until morning. There! cheer-up, Aunty; +you're all right <i>now.</i> This gentleman in the uniform has +promised to take care of you. Merry Christmas!"—Or, when at home, and +that extremely bony lad, in the thin summer coat, chatters to you, from +the snow on the front-stoop, about the courage he has taken from +Christmas Eve to ask you for enough to get a meal and a +night's-lodging—how differently from your ordinary style does a +something soft in your breast impel you to treat him. "No work to be +obtained?" you say, in a light tone, to cheer him up. "Of course +there's none <i>here,</i> my young friend. All the work here at the +East is for foreigners, in order that they may be used at +election-time. As for you, an American boy, why don't you go to h— I +mean to the West. <i>Go West</i>, young man! Buy a good, stout farming +outfit, two or three serviceable horses, or mules, a portable house +made in sections, a few cattle, a case of fever medicine—and then go +out to the far West upon Government-land. You'd better go to one of the +hotels for to-night, and then purchase Mr. GREELEY'S 'What I Know About +Farming,' and start as soon as the snow permits in the morning. Here +are ten cents for you. Merry Christmas!"—Thus to honor the natal +Festival of Him—the Unselfish incarnate, the Divinely insighted—Who +said unto the lip-server: Sell all that thou hast, and give it to the +Poor, and follow Me; and from Whom the lip-server, having great +possessions, went away exceeding sorrowful!</p> + <p>Three men are to meet at dinner in the Bumsteadian apartments +on this Christmas Eve. How has each one passed the day?</p> + <p>MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON, in his room in Gospeler's Gulch, reads +Southern tragedies in an old copy of the <i>New Orleans Picayune,</i> +until two o'clock, when he hastily tears up all his soiled paper +collars, packs a few things into a travelling satchel, and, with the +latter slung over his shoulder, and a Kehoe's Indian club in his right +hand, is met in the hall by his tutor, the Gospeler.</p> + <p>"What are you doing with that club, Mr. MONTGOMERY?" asks the +Reverend OCTAVIUS, hastily stepping back into a corner.</p> + <p>"I've bought it to exercise with in the open air," answers the +young Southerner, playfully denting the wall just over his tutor's head +with it "After this dinner with Mr. DROOD, at BUMSTEAD'S, I reckon I +shall start on a walking match, and I've procured the club for exercise +as I go. Thus:" He twirls it high in the air, grazes Mr. SIMPSON'S +nearer ear, hits his own head accidentally, and breaks the glass in the +hat-stand.</p> + <p>"I see! I see!" says the Gospeler, rather hurriedly. "Perhaps +you <i>had</i> better be entirely alone, and in the open country, when +you take that exercise."</p> + <p>Rubbing his skull quite dismally, the prospective pedestrian +goes straightway to the porch of the Alms-House, and there waits until +his sister comes down in her bonnet and joins him.</p> + <p>"MAGNOLIA," he remarks, hastening to be the first to speak, in +order to have any conversational chance at all with her, "it is not the +least mysterious part of this Mystery of ours, that keeps us all out of +doors so much in the unseasonable winter month of December,<a + name="FNanchor1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a> and now +I am peculiarly a meteorological martyr in feeling obliged to go +walking for two whole freezing weeks, or until the Holidays and +this—this marriage-business, are over. I didn't tell Mr. SIMPSON, but +my real purpose, I reckon, in having this club, is to save myself, by +violent exercise with it, from perishing of cold."</p> + <p>"Must you do this, MONTGOMERY?" asks his colloquial sister, +thoughtfully. "Perhaps if I were to talk long enough with you—"</p> + <p>"—You'd literally exhaust me into not going? Certainly you +would," he returns, confidently. "First, my head would ache from the +constant noise; then it would spin; then I should grow faint and hear +you less distinctly; then your voice, although you were talking-on the +same as ever, would sound like a mere steady hum to me; then I should +become unconscious, and be carried home, with you still whispering in +my ear. But do <i>not</i> talk, MAGNOLIA; for I must do the +walking-match. The prejudice here against my Southern birth makes me a +damper upon the festivities of others at this general season of +forgiveness to all mankind, and I can't stand the sight of that DROOD +and Miss POTTS together. I'd better stay away until they have gone."</p> + <p>He pauses a moment, and adds: "I wish I were not going to this +dinner, or that I were not carrying this club there."</p> + <p>He shakes her hand and his own head, glances up at the +storm-clouds now gathering in the sky, goes onward to Mr. BUMSTEAD'S +boarding-house, halts at the door a moment to moisten his right hand +and balance the Indian club in it, and then enters.</p> + <p>EDWIN DROOD'S day before merry Christmas is equally hilarious. +Now that the Flowerpot is no longer on his mind, the proneness of the +masculine nature to court misfortune causes him to think seriously of +Miss PENDRAGON, and wonder whether <i>she</i> would make a wife to +ruin a man? It will be rather awkward, he thinks, to be in +Bumsteadville for a week or two after the Macassar young ladies shall +have heard of his matrimonial disengagement, as they will all be sure +to sit symmetrically at every front window in the Alms-House whenever +he tries to go by; and he resolves to escape the danger by starting for +Egypt, Illinois, immediately after he has seen Mr. DIBBLE and explained +the situation to him. Finding that his watch has run down, he steps +into a jeweler's to have it wound, and is at once subjected to +insinuating overtures by the man of genius. What does he think of this +ring, which is exactly the thing for some particular Occasions in Life? +It is made of the metal for which nearly all young couples marry +now-a-days, is as endless as their disagreements, and, by the new +process, can be stretched to fit the Second wife's hand, also. Or look +at this pearl set. Very chaste, really soothing; intended as a present +from a Husband after First Quarrel. These cameo ear-rings were never +known to fail. Judiciously presented, in a velvet case, they may be +depended upon to at once divert a young Wife from Returning to her +Mother, as she has threatened. Ah! Mr. DROOD cares for no more jewelry +than his watch, chain and seal-ring? To be sure! when Mr. BUMSTEAD was +in yesterday for the regular daily new crystal in his own watch—how <i>does</i> +he break so many!—<i>he</i> said that his beloved nephews wore only +watches and rings, or he would buy paste breastpins for them. Your +oroide is now wound up, Mr. DROOD, and set at twenty minutes past Two.</p> + <p>"Dear old JACK!" thinks EDWIN to himself, pocketing his watch +as he walks away; "he thinks just twice as much of me as any one else +in the world, and I should feel doubly grateful."</p> + <p>As dusk draws on, the young fellow, returning from a long +walk, espies an aged Irish lady leaning against a tree on the edge of +the turnpike, with a pipe upside-down in her mouth, and her bonnet on +wrong-side-afore.</p> + <p>"Are you sick?" he asks kindly.</p> + <p>"Divil a sick, gintlemen," is the answer, with a slight catch +of the voice,—"bless the two of yez!"</p> + <p>EDWIN DROOD can scarcely avoid a start, as he thinks to +himself, "Good Heaven! how much like JACK!"</p> + <p>"Do you eat cloves, madame?" he asks, respectfully.</p> + <p>"Cloves is it, honey? ah, thin, I do that, whin I'm expectin' +company. Odether-nodether, but I've come here the day from New York for +nothing. Sure phat's the names of you two darlints?"</p> + <p>"EDWIN," he answers, in some wonder, as he hands her a +currency stamp, which, on account of the large hole worn in it, he has +been repeatedly unable to pass himself.</p> + <p>"EDDY is it? Och hone, och hone, machree!" exclaims the +venerable woman, hanging desolately around the tree by her arms while +her bonnet falls over her left ear: "I've heard that name threatened. +Och, acushla wirasthu!"</p> + <p>Believing that the matron will be less agitated if left alone, +and, probably, able to get a little roadside sleep, EDWIN DROOD passes +onward in deep thought. The boarding-house is reached, and <i>he</i> +enters.</p> + <p>J. BUMSTEAD'S day of the dinner is also marked by exhilarating +experiences. With one coat-tail unwittingly tucked far up his back, so +that it seems to be amputated, and his alpaca umbrella under his arm, +he enters a grocery-store of the village, and abstractedly asks how +strawberries are selling to-day? Upon being reminded that fresh fruit +is very scarce in late December, he changes his purpose, and orders two +bottles of Bourbon flavoring-extract sent to his address. And now he +wishes to know what they are charging for sponges? They tell him that +he must seek those articles at the druggist's, and he compromises by +requesting that four lemons be forwarded to his residence. Have they +any good Canton-flannel, suitable for a person of medium complexion?— +No?—Very well, then: send half a pound of cloves to his house before +night.</p> + <p>There are Ritualistic services at Saint Cow's, and he renders +the organ-accompaniments with such unusual freedom from reminiscences +of the bacchanalian repertory, that the Gospeler is impelled to +compliment him as they leave the cathedral.</p> + <p>"You're in fine tone to-day, BUMSTEAD. Not quite so much +volume to your playing as sometimes, but still the tune could be +recognized."</p> + <p>"That, sir," answers the organist, explainingly, "was because +I held my right wrist firmly with my left hand, and played mostly with +only one finger. The method, I find, secures steadiness of touch and +precision in hitting the right key."</p> + <p>"I should think it would, Mr. BUMSTEAD. You seem to be more +free than ordinarily from your occasional indisposition."</p> + <p>"I am less nervous, Mr. SIMPSON," is the reply. "I've made up +my mind to swear off, sir.—I'll tell you what I'll do, SIMPSON," +continues the Ritualistic organist, with sudden confidential +affability. "I'll make an agreement with you, that whichever of us +catches the other slipping-up first in the New Year, shall be entitled +to call for whatever he wants."</p> + <p>"Bless me! I don't understand," ejaculates the Gospeler.</p> + <p>"No matter, sir. No matter!" retorts the mystic of the +organ-loft, abruptly returning to his original gloom. "My company +awaits me, and I must go."</p> + <p>"Excuse me," cries the Gospeler, turning back a moment; "but +what's the matter with your coat?"</p> + <p>The other discovers the condition of his tucked-up coat-tail +with some fierceness of aspect, but immediately explains that it must +have been caused by his sitting upon a folding-chair just before +leaving home.</p> + <p>So, humming a savage tune in make-belief of no embarrassment +at all in regard to his recently disordered garment, Mr. BUMSTEAD +reaches his boarding-house. At the door he waits long enough to examine +his umbrella, with scowling scrutiny, in every rib; and then <i>he</i> +enters.</p> + <p>Behind the red window-curtain of the room of the dinner-party +shines the light all night, while before it a wailing December gale +rises higher and higher. Through leafless branches, under eaves and +against chimneys, the savage wings of the storm are beaten, its long +fingers caught, and its giant shoulder heaved. Still, while nothing +else seems steady, that light behind the red curtain burns +unextinguished; the reason being that the window is closed and the wind +cannot get at it.</p> + <p>At morning comes a hush on nature; the sun arises with that +innocent expression of countenance which causes some persons to fancy +that it resembles Mr. GREELEY after shaving; and there is an evident +desire on the part of the wind to pretend that it has not been up all +night. Fallen chimnies, however, expose the airy fraud, and the clock +blown completely out of Saint Cow's steeple reveals what a high time +there has been.</p> + <p>Christmas morning though it is, Mr. MCLAUGHLIN is summoned +from his family-circle of pigs, to mount the Ritualistic church and see +what can be done; and while a small throng of early idlers are staring +up at him from Gospeler's Gulch, Mr. BUMSTEAD, with his coat on in the +wrong way, and a wet towel on his head, comes tearing in amongst them +like a congreve rocket.</p> + <p>"Where's them nephews?—where's MONTGOMERIES?—where's that +umbrella?" howls Mr. BUMSTEAD, catching the first man he sees by the +throat, and driving his hat over his eyes.</p> + <p>"What's the matter, for goodness sake?" calls the Gospeler +from the window of his house. "Mr. PENDRAGON has gone away on a +walking-match. Is not Mr. DROOD at home with you?"</p> + <p>"Norrabit'v it," pants the organist, releasing his man's +throat, but still leaning with heavy affection upon him: "m'nephews wen +'out with 'm —f'r li'lle walk—er mir'night; an' 've norseen'm—since."</p> + <p>There is no more looking up at Saint Cow's steeple with a +MCLAUGHLIN on it now. All eyes fix upon the agitated Mr. BUMSTEAD, as +he wildly attempts to step over the tall paling of the Gospeler's fence +at a stride, and goes crashing headlong through it instead.</p> + <p>(<i>To be Continued</i>.)</p> + <p><a name="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor1">[1]</a></p> + <blockquote> In the original English story there is, considering +the bitter time of year given, a truly extraordinary amount of solitary +sauntering, social strolling, confidential confabulating, +evening-rambling, and general lingering, in the open air. To "adapt" +this novel peculiarity to American practice, without some little +violation of probability, is what the present conscientious Adapter +finds almost the artistic requirement of his task. </blockquote> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>ALL HAIL!</b></p> + <p>The most fearful weapon yet brought into the field of war—if +we are to believe newspaper correspondents—is the revolving grape-shot +gun known as the "hail-thrower," a piece of ordnance said to be in use +by the French and Prussian armies, alike. If half we hear about the +"hail-thrower" be true, 'twere better for all concerned to keep out of +hail of it. Many a hale fellow well met by that fearful hail storm must +go to grass ere the red glare of the war has passed away. "Where do you +hail from?" would be a bootless question to put when the "hail-thrower" +begins to administer throes to the breaking ranks. Worse than that; it +would probably be a headless question.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"THE PERFECT CURE."</b></p> + <p>A newspaper paragraph states that, in Minnesota, they have a +very summary way of restoring the consciousness of pigs that have been +smitten by the summery rays of the sun. They simply open piggy's head +with a pick-axe or other handy instrument, introduce a handful or two +of salt, close up the head again, and piggy is all right. But this, +after all, is simply a new application of the old practice of Curing +pork with salt.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Con by a Son of a Gun.</b></p> + <p>Why are the new breech-loaders supplied with needles?<br> +To keep their breeches in repair, of course.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Con by a Carpet-Shaker.</b></p> + <p>Why is a large carpet like the late rebellion?<br> +Because it took such a lot of tax to put it down.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>ADVICE TO PICNIC PARTIES.</b></p> + <p><img src="images/05.jpg" align="left" alt="A">t this +culminating period of the summer season, it is natural that the civic +mind should turn itself to the contemplation of sweet rural things, +including shady groves, lunch-baskets, wild flowers, sandwiches, bird +songs, and bottled lager-bier.</p> + <p>The skies are at their bluest, now; the woods and fields are +at their greenest; flowers are blooming their yellowest, and purplest, +and scarletest. All Nature is smiling, in fact, with one large, +comprehensive smile, exactly like a first-class PRANG chromo with a +fresh coat of varnish upon it.</p> + <p>Things being thus, what can be more charming than a rural +excursion to some tangled thicket, the very brambles, and poison-ivy, +and possible copperhead snakes of which are points of unspeakable value +to a picnic party, because they are sensational, and one cannot have +them in the city without rushing into fabulous extra expense. It is +good, then, that neighbors should club together for the festive +purposes of the picnic, and a few words of advice regarding the +arrangement of such parties may be seasonable.</p> + <p>If your excursion includes a steamboat trip, always select a +boat that is likely to be crowded to its utmost capacity, more +especially one of which a majority of the passengers are babies in +arms. There will probably be some roughs on board, who will be certain +to get up a row, in which case you can make the babies in arms very +effective as "buffers" for warding off blows, while the crowd will save +you from being knocked down.</p> + <p>Should there be a bar on board the steamer, it will be the +duty of the gentlemen of the party to keep serving the ladies with cool +beverages from it at brief intervals during the trip. This will promote +cheerfulness, and, at the same time, save for picnic duty proper the +contents of the stone jars that are slumbering sweetly among the +pork-pies and apple-dumplings by which the lunch-baskets are occupied.</p> + <p>Never take more than one knife and fork with you to a picnic, +no matter how large the party may be. The probability is that you may +be attacked by a gang of rowdies and it is no part of your business to +furnish them with weapons.</p> + <p>Avoid taking up your ground near a swamp or stagnant water of +any kind. This is not so much on account of mosquitoes as because of +the small saurian reptiles that abound in such places. If your party is +a large one, there will certainly be one lady in it, at least, who has +had a lizard in her stomach for several years, and the struggles of the +confined reptile to join its congeners in the swamp might induce +convulsions, and so mar the hilarity of the party.</p> + <p>To provide against an attack by the city brigands who are +always prowling in the vicinity of picnic parties, it will be judicious +to attend to the following rules:</p> + <p>Select all the fat women of the party, and seat them in a ring +outside the rest of the picnickers, and with their faces toward the +centre of the circle. In the event of a discharge of missiles this will +be found a very effective <i>cordon</i>—quite as effective, in fact, +as the feather beds used in the making up of barricades.</p> + <p>Let the babies of the party be so distributed that each, or as +many as possible of the gentlemen present, can have one at hand to +snatch up and use for a fender should an attack at close quarters be +made.</p> + <p>If any dark, designful strangers should intrude themselves +upon the party, unbidden, the gentlemen present should by no means +exhibit the slightest disposition to resent the intrusion, or to show +fight, as the strangers are sure to be professional thieves, and, as +such, ready to commit murder, if necessary. Treat the strangers with +every consideration possible under the circumstances. Should there be +no champagne, apologize for the absence of it, and offer the next best +vintage you happen to have. Of course, having lunched, the strangers +will be eager to acquire possession of all valuables belonging to the +party. The gentlemen, therefore, will make a point of promptly handing +over to them their own watches and jewelry, as well as those of their +lady friends.</p> + <p>Having arrived home, (we assume the possibility of this,) +refrain, carefully, from communicating with the police on the subject +of the events of the day. The publicity that would follow would render +you an object of derision, and no possible good could result to you +from disclosure of the facts. But you should at once make up your mind +never to participate in another picnic.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A CHANCE FOR OUR ORGAN GRINDERS.</b></p> + <p>The famous <i>mitrailleur</i>, or grape-thrower, with which +LOUIS NAPOLEON has already commenced to astonish the Prussians, +suggests congenial work for the numerous performers on the barrel-organ +with which our large cities are at all times infested. It is worked +with a crank, exactly after the manner of the too-familiar street +instrument; and might easily be fitted with a musical cylinder arranged +for the performance of the most inspiriting and patriotic French airs. +Should Italy, at present neutral, take side with France hereafter, she +should at once withdraw her wandering minstrels from all parts of the +world, and set them to work on the "double attachment" engine of L.N. +Nothing could be more appropriate for working the <i>mitrailleur</i> +than a corps of barrel-organ grinders from the land of the Grape.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE ORIGIN OF PUNCHINELLO.</b></p> + <p>MR. PUNCHINELLO: Though aware that you "belong to Company G," +and must not be bothered, I wish to ask whether you are descended from +the famous chicken-dealer of Sorrento, who sold fowls in Naples, and +was well-known in that fun-loving city for the humor of his speech and +the oddity of his form. He was called "PULCINELLA," I believe, the name +being the same as that of his wares.</p> + <p>If not to this celebrated wag, perhaps you trace your origin +to Mr. PUCCIO D'ANELLO, who so delighted a company of actors at Aceria, +with his jokes and gibes, that they invited him to join them, and soon +discovered that they had found a Star.</p> + <p>If neither of these classical wags was your ancestor, may I +ask, who the deuce <i>did</i> you come from? Yours, truly,</p> + <p>CURIOSO.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>RECIPE TO BE TESTED.</b></p> + <p>We see that they have been "firing cannon in the fields near +Paris, to bring on a rain." If there is any virtue in this recipe, they +are likely to get some moist weather to the north-eastward of Paris, to +say the least. The firing in that quarter may even lead to a Reign in +Paris such as France has not lately seen. We would not go so far as to <i>predict</i> +anything of this sort. Oh, no; for we are aware that the moment we +should do so, NAPOLEON would lick the Prussians on purpose to show the +world that we didn't hit it that time.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE WATERING PLACES.</b></p> + <p>Punchinello's Vacations.</p> + <p>When one wants to see the great people who are to be seen +nowhere else, one goes to the celebrated White Sulphur Springs of +Virginia; and, very correctly supposing that there might be persons +there who would like to see him, Mr. PUNCHINELLO took a trip to the +aforesaid springs. He found it charming there. There was such a chance +to study character. From the parlors where Chief-Justice CHASE and +General LEE were hob-nobbing over apple-toddies and "peach-and-honey," +to the cabins where the wards of the nation were luxuriating in +picturesque ease beneath the shade of their newly-fledged angel of +liberty, everything was instructive to the well-balanced mind.</p> + <img src="images/06a.jpg" align="right" alt=""> + <p>Here, too, in these fertile regions, were to be seen those +exquisite floral creations known as mint-juleps, the absence of which +in our Northern agricultural exhibitions can never be sufficiently +deplored.</p> + <p>Witness the beauty of the design and the ingenious delicacy of +the execution of one of the humblest of the species.</p> + <img src="images/06b.jpg" align="left" alt=""> + <p>From experience in the matter, Mr. P. is prepared to say, that +not only as an exponent of the beauties of nature, but as a drink, a +mint-julep is far superior to the water which gives thin resort its +celebrity. Why people persist in drinking that vilest of all water +which is found at the fashionable springs, Mr. P. cannot divine. If it +is medicine you want, you can get your drugs at any apothecary's, and +he will mix them in water for you for a very small sum extra. And the +saving in expense of travel, board and extras, will be enormous.</p> + <p>But in spite of this fact, there were plenty of +distinguished-looking people at the White Sulphur. Mr. P. didn't know +them all, but he had no doubt that one of them was General LEE; one +PHIL. SHERIDAN; another Prof. MAURY; another GOLDWIN SMITH; and others +Governor WISE; HENRY WARD BEECHER, WADE HAMPTON, WENDELL PHILLIPS, +RAPHAEL SEMMES, and LUCRETIA MOTT. One man, an incognito, excited Mr. +P.'s curiosity. This personage was generally found in the society of +LEE, JOHNSTON, POPE, HAMPTON, GREELEY, and those other fellows who did +so much to injure the Union cause during the war. One day Mr. P. +accosted him. He was an oddity, and perhaps it would be a good idea to +put his picture in the paper.</p> + <img src="images/06c.jpg" align="right" alt=""> + <p>"Sir!" said Mr. P., with that delicate consideration for which +he is so noted, "why do you pull your hat down over your eyes, and what +is your object in thus concealing your identity? Come sir! let us know +what it all means."</p> + <p>The <i>incognito</i> glanced at Mr. P. with the corner of his +eye, and perceiving that he was in citizen's dress, pulled his hat +still further over his face.</p> + <p>"My business," said he, "is my own, but since the subject has +been broached, I may as well let <i>you</i> know what it is."</p> + <p>"You know me, then?" said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"I do," replied the other, and proceeding with his recital, he +said, "You may have heard that a number of negro squatters were lately +ejected from a private estate in this State, after they had made the +grounds to blossom like the rose, and to bring forth like the herring."</p> + <p>"Yes, I heard that," said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"Well," said the other, "I happened to have some land near by, +and I invited those negroes to come and squat on my premises—"</p> + <p>"Intending to turn them off about blossoming time?" said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"Certainly, certainly," said the other, "and I am just waiting +about here until they put in a wheat crop on part of the land. I can +then sell that portion, right away."</p> + <p>"Well, Mr. BEN BUTLER," said Mr. P., "all that is easily +understood, now that I know who you are; but tell me this, why are you +so careful to cover your face when in the company of civilians or +ladies, and yet go about so freely among these ex-Confederate officers?"</p> + <p>"Oh," said the other, "you see I don't want to be known down +here, and some of the women or old men might remember my face. There's +no danger of any of the soldiers recognizing me, you know."</p> + <p>"Oh, no," cried Mr. P. "None in the world, sir."</p> + <p>"And besides," said the modest BUTLER, "it's too late now for +me to be spooning around among the women."</p> + <p>"That's so," said Mr. P. "Good-bye, BENJAMIN. Any news from +Dominica?"</p> + <p>"None at all," said the other, "and I don't care if there +never is. I am opposed to that annexation scheme now."</p> + <p>"Sold your claims?" said Mr. P. The incognito winked and +departed.</p> + <p>That evening at supper Mr. P. remarked that his biscuits were +rather hard, and he blandly requested a waiter to take one of them +outside and crack it. The elder PEYTON, who runs the hotel, overheard +Mr. P.'s remark, and stepping up to him, said:</p> + <p>"Sir, you should not be so particular about your food. What +you pay me, while you stay at my place, is my charge for the water you +drink. The food and lodging I throw in, gratis."</p> + <p>Mr. P. arose.</p> + <p>"Mr. PEYTON," said he, "when I was quite a little boy, my +father, making the tour of America, brought me here, and I distinctly +remember your making that remark to him. Since then many of my friends +have visited the White Sulphur, and you invariably made the same remark +to them. Is there no way to escape the venerable joke?"</p> + <p>The gentle PEYTON made no answer, but walked away, and after +supper, one of the boarders took Mr. P. aside and urged him to excuse +their host, as he was obliged to make the joke in question to every +guest. The obligation was in his lease.</p> + <p>So the matter blew over.</p> + <p>Reflecting, however, that if he had to pay so much for the +water, that he had better drink a little, Mr. P. went down to the +spring to see what could be done. On the way, he met Uncle AARON, +formerly one of WASHINGTON'S body-servants. The venerable patriarch +touched his hat, and Mr. P., hoping from such great age to gain a +little wisdom, propounded the following questions:</p> + <p>"Uncle, is this water good for the bile?"</p> + <p>"Oh, lor! no, mah'sr! Dat dar water 'ud jis spile anything you +biled in it. Make it taste of rotten eggs, for all the world, sir! +'Deed it would.'</p> + <p>"But what I want to know," said Mr. P., "is why the people +drink it."</p> + <p>"Lor' bless you, mah'sr! Dis here chile kin tell you dat. Ye +see de gem'men from de Norf dey drinks it bekase they eat so much cold +wheat bread. Allers makes 'em sick, sir."</p> + <p>"And why do the Southerners drink it?"</p> + <p>"Wal, mah'sr, you see dey eats so much hot wheat bread, and it +don't agree wid 'em, no how."</p> + <p>"But how about the colored people? I have seen them drinking +it, frequently," said Mr. P.</p> + <p>"Oh, lor, mah'sr, how you is a askin' questions! Don't you +know dat de colored folks hab to drink it bekase dey don't get no wheat +bread at all?"</p> + <p>Mr. P. heard no better philosophy than this on the subject +while he remained at the White Sulphur. When he left, he brought a +couple of gallons of the water with him, and intends keeping it in the +water-cooler in his office, for loungers.</p> + <center> <img src="images/07.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE POEMS OF THE CRADLE.</b></p> + <p>CANTO III.</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"JACK and GILL went up the bill</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To fetch a pail of water;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">JACK fell down and broke his +crown,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And GILL came tumbling after."</span><br> + <p>How many persons there are who read those lines without giving +one moment's thought to their hidden beauty. Love, obedience, and +devotion unto death, are here portrayed; and yet people will repeat the +lines of the melancholy muse with a smile on their faces, and even +teach it to their young children as a sort of joyful lyric.</p> + <p>My own infant-mind was tampered with in the same manner; and +after I had committed the poem to memory I was proudly called up by my +fond and doting parents to display my infantile acquirements before +admiring visitors. The result might have been foreknown. All my infancy +and youth passed away, and I never once perceived the hidden worth of +these lines till I had tumbled down a hill myself, cracked my crown, +and was laid up with it a week or more. During that time I had leisure +to muse on the fate of poor JACK. When my mind expanded so as to take +in all the sublimity of his devotion and death, my heart was filled +with admiration and astonishment, and I resolved I would make one +effort to rescue the memory of poor JACK and loving GILL from the +oblivion it seemed to be falling into, in the greater admiration people +gave to the musical style of the writer.</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"JACK and GILL went up the +hill."</span><br> + <p>Here you see the obedient, loving, long-suffering, put-upon +drudge of his brothers and sisters-we will take the liberty of giving +him a few of each as we are a little more generous than the author—who +was compelled (not the author, but JACK,) to do all the chores, fetch +and carry, 'tend and wait, bear the heat and burden of the day, and be +the JACK for all of them. He was not dignified by the respectable title +of JOHN, or JONATHAN, but was poor simple JACK.</p> + <p>Virtue will always be rewarded, however, and even +freckle-faced, red-headed JACK had one friend, blue-eyed, +tender-hearted GILL, who, seeing the unhesitating obedience he rendered +to all, forthwith concluded that one so lone and sad could appreciate +true friendship and understand the motives that prompted her to give, +unsolicited, her gushing love. So, when the good JACK started up the +hill, loving GILL generously offered to accompany him. Probably the +other children looked out of the windows after them, and laughed, and +jeered, and wondered whither they were going; but, observing the pail, +concluded they were going</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"To fetch a pail of water,"</span><br> + <p>which they were willing JACK should do, as it would save them +the possibility of being ordered to do it; not that there was a +probability of such a command being given, but there was a slight +danger that the thing might happen in case JACK was occupied otherwise +when the water was needed. But now that he had gone for it, they were +all right, and rejoiced exceedingly thereat.</p> + <p>Meanwhile the two little sympathizing companions toiled up the +steep hill, drinking in with every inhalation of the balmy air copious +draughts of the new-found elixir of life. "Soft eyes looked love to +eyes that spake again,"<a name="FNanchor2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2"><sup>[2]</sup></a> +and their hearts melted beneath each tender glance. The little chubby +hands that grasped the handle of the pail timidly crept closer +together, and by the time they had reached the rugged top, it needed +but one warm embrace to mingle the two souls into one, henceforth +forever.</p> + <p>This was done.</p> + <p>Tremblingly they drew back, blushing, casting modest glances +at each other; and then, to aid them in recovering from their +confusion, turned their attention to the water, which reflected back +two happy, smiling faces. Filling the pail with the dimpled liquid +mirror, they turned their steps homeward.</p> + <p>Light at heart and intoxicated with bliss, poor JACK, ever +unfortunate, dashed his foot against a stone, and thus it was that</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"JACK fell down and broke his +crown."</span><br> + <p>[Oh! what a fall was there, my countrywomen!] Fearful were the +shrieks that rent the mountain air as he rolled down the hillside. The +pail they had carried so carefully was overturned and rent asunder, and +the trembling water spilled upon the smiling hill-side—fit emblem of +their vanishing hopes.</p> + <p>Down went the roley-poley boy, like a dumpling down a +cellar-door; crashing his head against the cruel rocks that stood in +stony heartedness in his way, and dashing his brains out against their +hard sides. His loving companion, eyes and month dilated with horror, +stood still and rigid, gazing upon the fearful descent, and its tragic +ending, then throwing her arms aloft, and giving a fearful shriek of +agony that thrilled with horror the hearts of the hearers—if there were +any—cast herself down in exact imitation of the fall of her hero, +rolled over and over as he did, and ended by mingling her blood with +his upon the same stones.</p> + <p><i>His</i> crown was broken diagonally; <i>hers</i> +slantindicularly; that was the only difference. Her suicidal act is +commemorated in the line,</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"And GILL came tumbling after."</span><br> + <p>The catastrophe was witnessed by the assembled family, who +hastened to the bleeding victims of parental injustice, and endeavored +to do all that was possible to restore life to the mangled forms of the +two who loved when living, and in death were not divided.</p> + <p>But all in vain. They were dead, and not till then did the +family appreciate the beautiful, self-denying, heroic disposition of +the little martyr, JACK.</p> + <p>The two innocent forms were buried side by side, and the whole +country round mourned the fate of the infant lovers.</p> + <p>Painters preserved their pictures on canvas, and poets sung +them at eventide. The beauties of their life, and their tragic death, +were given by the poet-laureate of the day in the words I have just +transcribed; and such an impression did these make on the minds of the +inhabitants, that the whole population took them to heart, and, with +tears in their eyes, taught them to their children, even unto the third +and fourth generations.</p> + <p>Alas! it was reserved for our day and generation to gabble +them over unthinking, carelessly unmindful of the fearful fate the +words describe.</p> + <p>Repentant ones, drop to their memory a tear, even now! It is +not too late!</p> + <p><a name="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor2">[2]</a></p> + <blockquote> Original, by some other fellow. </blockquote> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/08.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>WHAT WE MAY EXPECT IN OUR ARMY OF THE FUTURE.</b><br> +"NONE BUT THE BRAVE," ETC.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>LETTER FROM A CROAKER.</b></p> + <p>MR. PUNCHINELLO: You have not, I believe, informed your +readers, one of whom I have the honor to be, as to whether you have yet +united yourself to any Designing Female. As this is a matter peculiarly +interesting to many of your readers, all of whom, I have not the least +doubt, are interested in your welfare, I would advise some statement on +your part, respecting it.</p> + <p>I trust, my dear sir, that, if you are as yet free, you will +take the well-intended advice of a sufferer, and steer entirely clear +of the shoals and quicksands peculiar to the life of a married man, by +never embarking in the matrimonial ship.</p> + <p>Do not misunderstand me. I lived happily, very happily, with +my sainted BELINDA—it must be confessed that she had a striking +partiality for sardines, which caused considerable of a decrease in the +profits of my wholesale and retail grocery establishment. I cherish no +resentment on that account, but, as you probably well know, one of the +discomforts of matrimonial existence is children.</p> + <p>Sir, I have a daughter, who is considered passably +good-looking by certain appreciative individuals. Since the unfortunate +demise of my lamented wife, the profits of the mercantile establishment +of which I am proprietor have largely increased, and as REBECCA is my +only child, there is a considerable prospect of her bringing to the man +who espouses her, a comfortable dowry, and probably a share in my +business.</p> + <p>I keep no man-servant, and after my daughter retires—generally +at the witching hour of two in the morning,—I am obliged to hobble down +stairs, extinguish the lights, cover the fire, lock up the house, and +ascertain whether it is perfectly fire and burglar-proof for the time +being.</p> + <p>Were this, sir, the only annoyance to which I am subjected, my +wrath would probably expend itself in a little growling, but hardly +have I reposed myself upon my couch, ere my ear catches an infernal +tooting and twanging and whispering, and a broken-winded German band, +engaged by an admirer of my REBECCA, strikes up some outrageous <i>pot +pourri</i>, or something of that sort, and sleep, disgusted, flees my +pillow.</p> + <p>Last night—or rather this morning—they came again. Their +discordant symphonies roused me to desperation. I seized a bucket of +slops, and; opening the window, dashed the contents in the direction of +the music; the full force of the deluge striking a fat, froggy-looking +little Dutchman, who was puffing and blowing at a bassoon infinitely +larger than himself. He was just launching out into a prodigious +strain, but it expired while yet in the bloom of youth. He remained for +a short time in the famous posture of the Colossus of Rhodes, vainly +endeavoring to shake off the cigar-stumps and other little <i>et +ceteras</i> which were clinging to him like cerements, uttering the +while unintelligible oaths. Then he struck for his <i>domus et placens +uxor</i> at as rapid a rate as his little dumpy legs could carry him.</p> + <p>If they come to-night—if they dare to come—I will give them a +dose which they will remember.</p> + <p>My dear sir, what can I do to rid myself of these annoyances? +The girl has been to boarding-school, and so can't be sent there again. +She has no friends or relations whom it would be advisable to put her +off upon. Assist me then, in this, the hour of my tribulation, and you, +my dear Mr. PUNCHINELLO, will merit the lasting gratitude of an</p> + <p>UNHAPPY FATHER.</p> + <p>[The best thing an "Unhappy Father" can do, under the +circumstances, is to learn to play upon the bass horn, and then, should +the brazen serenaders again make their appearance, he can give them +blow for blow.—ED. PUNCHINELLO.]</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>That Iron "Dog."</b></p> + <p>The latest bit of intelligence given by the police regarding +the "dog" so much spoken of in connection with the Twenty-third street +murder, is that it is not, as at first stated, the kind of instrument +used by shipwrights. In other words, the police have discovered that it +is not a Water-dog, though, up to the present date, they have not been +able to prove it a Bloodhound.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Severe Penalty.</b></p> + <p>A newspaper gravely informs us that "the Supreme Court of +Pennsylvania has refused the Writ of Error in the case of Dr. SHOEPPE, +convicted of the murder of Mr. STEINNEKE, <i>and will be hanged</i>."</p> + <p>Can nothing be done to save this Court? One may say they had +no business to refuse the Writ. But, at any rate, we are of opinion +that the punishment is excessive.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/09.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>WONDERFUL TOUR DE FORCE,</b></p> + <p>PERFORMED "ON THE BEACH AT LONG BEACH,"<br> +BY PROFESSOR JAMES FISK, JR., THE GREAT AMERICAN ATHLETE.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN ON JERSEY MUSQUITOES.</b></p> + <p>A Hard-fought Battle—Musquitoes have no Sting that Jersey +Lightning cannot Cure.</p> + <p>New Jarsey is noted among her sister countries, as bein' +responsible for 2 of the most destructive things ever got up.</p> + <p>The first is of the animal kingdom, and varyin in size from a +3 yeer old snappin' turtle, to a lode of hay.</p> + <p>It has a bayonet its nose, in which is a skwirt gun charged +with pizen.</p> + <p>It has no hesitation, whatsoever, of shovin' it's pitch-fork +into a human bein', and when a feller feels it, it makes him think old +SOLFERINO has come for him, and no mistake.</p> + <p>The sirname of this sleep-distroyin' animile, is Muskeeter. +And they like their meet raw.</p> + <p>Misery Number 2 is a beverige manufactured from the compound +extract of chain litenin on the wing, and ile of vitril. It is then +flavored with earysipelas and 7 yeer itch, when it is ready to lay out +it's man.</p> + <p>I was on a visit to Jarsey, a short time ago, and if ever a +man was justified in cussin' the day he ever sot foot onto the classick +red shores of New Jarsey, (which soil, by the way, is so greasy that +all the red-headed New Jarsey gals use it for hair ile, while for +greasin' a pancake griddle it can't be beat,) it was the undersined.</p> + <p>The first nite I was in that furrin climb, after hangin' my +close over a chair, and droppin' my false teeth in a tumbler of water, +I retired in a sober and morril condition.</p> + <p>"Balmy sleep, sweet nater's hair restorer," which sentiment I +cote from Mr. DICKENS, who, I understand from the Bosting clergy, is +now sizzlin', haden't yet folded me in her embrace.</p> + <p>Strains of melody, surpassin' by severil lengths the +melifflous discordant notes of the one-armed hand organist's most +sublimerest seemfunny, sircharged the atmosfear. Ever and anon the +red-hot breezes kissed the honest old man's innocent cheek, and +slobbered grate capsules of odoriferous moisture, which ran in little +silvery streams from his reclinin' form. Yes! verily, great pearls hung +pendant from his nasal protuberants.</p> + <p>In other words, I hadent gone to sleep, but lay their sweatin' +like an ice waggon, while the well-known battle song of famished +Muskeeters fell onto my ear. The music seized; and a regiment of Jarsey +Muskeeters, all armed to the teeth and wearin' cowhide butes, marched +single-file into my open window.</p> + <p>The Kernal, a gray-headed old war-worn vetenary, alited from +his hoss, and tide the animal to the bed-post.</p> + <p>The Commander then mounted ontop of the wash-stand, and +helpin' hisself to a chaw of tobacker out of my box, which lay aside +him, the old scoundrel commenced firin' his tobacker juice in my new +white hat. "See here, Kernal," said I, somewhat riled at seein' him +make a spittoon of my best 'stove-pipe,' "if it's all the same to you, +spose'n you eject your vile secretion out of the winder."</p> + <p>"Cork up, old man," said the impudent raskle, "or ile spit on +ye and drown you."</p> + <p>All about the room the privates were sacreligously misusing my +property.</p> + <p>One red-headed old Muskeeter, who was so full of somebody's +blood he couldn't hardly waddle, was seated in the rockin'-chair, and +with my specturcols on his nose, was readin' a copy of PUNCHINELLO, and +laffin' as if heed bust.</p> + <p>Another chap had got my jack-nife, and was amusin' hisself by +slashin' holes in my bloo cotton umbreller, which two other Muskeeters +had shoved up, and was a settin' under, engaged in tyin' my panterloon +legs into hard nots.</p> + <p>Another scallawag had jammed my coat part way into my butes, +and was pourin' water into 'em out from the wash-pitcher, and I am +sorry to say it, evry darned Muskeeter was up to some mean trick, which +would put to blush, even a member of the New Jarsey legislater.</p> + <p>Suddenly the Kernal hollered:</p> + <p>"To arms!"</p> + <p>And every Muskeeter fell into line about my bedside.</p> + <p>"Charge bagonets!" said the Kernal. At which the hul lot went +for me. Their pizened wepins entered my flesh.</p> + <p>They charged onto my bald head. Rammed their bayonets into my +arms—my back—my side—and there wasen't a place bigger'n a cent, which +they diden't fill with pizen.</p> + <p>There I lay, groanin' for mercy.</p> + <p>But Jersey Muskeeters, not dealin' in that article, don't know +what it is.</p> + <p>Like the new collecter MURFY, when choppin' off the heads of +FENTON offis holders, mercy hain't their lay, about these times.</p> + <p>At this juncture a company of draggoons clinchin' their pesky +bills into me, dragged me off onto the floor.</p> + <p>And then such a horrible laff they would give, when I would +strike for them and miss hittin'.</p> + <p>There I lay on the floor, puffin' and blowin' like a steem +ingine, while the hull army was dancin' a war dance around my prostrate +figger, and the old Kernal was cuttin' down a double shuffle on the +wash-stand, which made the crockery rattle.</p> + <p>I kicked at 'em as they would charge on my feet and l—limbs. I +grabbed at 'em, as they charged on my face—arms—and shoulders.</p> + <p>Slap! bang! kick! sware!</p> + <p>I couldn't stand it much longer.</p> + <p>As a big corpulent feller, who, I should judge, was gittin' +readdy to jine a Fat mans club, went over me, I catched him by the heel.</p> + <p>I hung on to him with my best holt</p> + <p>He dragged me all over the floor.</p> + <p>My head struck the bedposts, and other furniture.</p> + <p>3 other Muskeeters got straddle of me, and as if I was a hoss, +spurred me up purty lively.</p> + <p>All of a sudden the Muskeeter I was hangin' to give a yank, +and drew out his foot, left his bute in my hand.</p> + <p>Brandishin' the bute about my head, I cleared at lot of +Muskeeters.</p> + <p>Jumpin' to my feet I made things fly for a minuit, pilin' up +the killed and wounded in a promiscous heap.</p> + <p>Seein' the Kernal settin' up there enjoyin' the fun, I let fly +the bute at him.</p> + <p>Smash! went the lookin-glass.</p> + <p>The venerable commanding Muskeeter had dodged, and was settin' +on the burow, with his thumb on his nose, wrigglin' his fingers at me +in a very ongentlemanly manner.</p> + <p>There I was again unarmed, dancin' about, swelled up like a +base ball player on match day.</p> + <p>"Blood IARGO!" was the cry.</p> + <p>I tride to make a masked battery with a piller. It was no +protection again Jarsey Muskeeters.</p> + <p>As RACHEL mourned for her step-mother, I sighed for me home.</p> + <p>"Why, oh why," I cride, "did I leave old Skeensboro?"</p> + <p>A widder wearin' a borrowed suit of mornin'—eleven children +cryin' because the governor had been chawed up by Muskeeters crowded +into my thoughts.</p> + <p>The army was gettin' reddy to charge onto me agin, and avenge +their fallen comrags.</p> + <p>Suddenly a brite thought struck me.</p> + <p>I ceased a sheet and waved it for a flag of truce.</p> + <p>The order wasen't given.</p> + <p>"Kernal," said I, "before we continue this fite, let's take a +drink all around, and I'll stand treat."</p> + <p>"Done," said he, "trot out your benzine."</p> + <p>I opened the burow drawer, and took out a black bottle.</p> + <p>I pulled the cork and filled all the glasses, then poured a +lot into the wash-bowl, when I handed the bottle to the Kernal.</p> + <p>"Make ready! Take aim! Drink!" Down went the licker.</p> + <p>I laffed a revengeful laff, as every condemned Muskeeter +turned up their heels and cride:</p> + <p>"Water—send my bones back to Chiny—mother dear, I'm comein', +300,000 strong—we die—by the hand—of Jarsey—lite—"</p> + <p>And Jarsey litenin', more powerful than the chassepo gun of +France or the needle-gun of Prushy, had done its work, and the old man +was saved to the world!</p> + <p>It was 3 days before any close would again fit me.</p> + <p>I looked more like a big balloon than a human bein', I was +swelled up so with the pizen.</p> + <p>My blessin's on the head of the individual who invented Jarsey +litenin'. Nothin else would have saved the Lait Gustise's valuable life.</p> + <p>Ever of thow,</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,</p> + <p><i>Lait Gustise of the Peece.</i></p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>From our own Correspondent.</b></p> + <p>Rumors of war from Europe must always be expected, for how can +we get Pacific news by Atlantic Telegraph?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/12.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>"WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS," ETC,</b></p> + <p><i>First Small Bather</i>. "WOULDN'T OUR MAMS GIVE US FITS IF +THEY CAUGHT US SWIMMIN'?"</p> + <p><i>Second Ditto</i>. "I'LL BET YER!"</p> + <p>(<i>But neither of the happy little truants knows that a thief +is running off with their clothes</i>.)</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>REFORM IN JUVENILE LITERATURE.</b></p> + <p>Since the thrilling moment when GUTTENBURG made his celebrated +discovery, numbers of persons have tried their hands—and undoubtedly +their heads also—at Books for the Young. Hitherto, many of them have +evinced a sad lack of judgment in respect of matter.</p> + <p>Would you believe it, in this highly moral and virtuous age? +they have actually written stories!—stories that were not true! They +haven't seemed to care a button whether they told the truth or not! +Where can they have contracted the deadly heresy that imagination, +feeling, and affection, are good things, deserving encouragement? Mark +the effect of these pernicious teachings! Hundreds and thousands—nay, +fellow mortal, <i>millions</i> of children,—now walk the earth, +believing in fairies, giants, ogres, and such-like unreal personages, +and yet unable (we blush to say it!) to tell why the globe we live on +is flattened at the poles! Is it not a serious question whether +children who persistently ignore what is true and important, but +cherish fondly these abominable fables, may not ultimately be lost?</p> + <p>But, thanks to the recent growth of practical sense—or the +decline of the inventive faculty—in writers for the young, a better day +is dawning, and there is still some hope for the world. Men of sense +and morality are coming forward: they dedicate their minds to this +service—those practical minds whence will be extracted the only true +pabulum for the growing intellect. It is to minds of this stamp—so +truly the antipodes of all that is youthful, spontaneous, and +child-like, (in a word: frivolous,) that we must look for those solid +works which, in the Millennium that is coming, will perfectly supplant +what may be termed, without levity, the "Cock and Bull" system of +juvenile entertainment. Worldly people may consider this stuff graceful +and touching, sweet and loveable; but it is nevertheless clearly +mischievous, else pious and proper persons wouldn't have said so, time +and again.</p> + <p>For our part, we may as well confess that our sympathies go +out undividedly toward that important class who are averse to +Nonsense,—more particularly <i>book</i>-nonsense,—which they can't +stand, and won't stand, and there's an end of it. There is something +exceedingly winning, to us, in that sturdy sense, that thirst for +mathematical precision, that impatience of theory, that positive and +self-reliant—we don't mind saying, somewhat dogmatical—air, that +sternness of feature, thinness of lip, and coldness of eye, which +belong to the best examples. We respect even the humbler ones; for they +at least hate sentiment, they do not comprehend or approve of humor, +and they never relish wit. What does a taste for these qualities +indicate, but an idle and frivolous mind, devoted to trifles: and how +fatal is such a taste, in the pursuit of wealth and respectability!</p> + <p>Fantastic people have much to say of the "affections," the +"graces and amenities of life," "soul-culture," and the like. We cannot +too deeply deplore their fatuity, in giving prominence to such +abstractions. As for children, the most we can concede is, that they +have a natural—though, of course, depraved—taste for stories: yes, we +will say that this fondness is irrepressible. But, what we really must +insist on, is, that in gratifying that fondness, you give them <i>true</i> +stories. Where is the carefully trained and upright soul that would not +reject "JACK, the Giant-killer," or "Goody Two-shoes," if it could +substitute (say, from "New and True Stories for Children,") a tale as +thrilling as this:</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"When I was a boy, I said to +my uncle one day, 'How did you</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">get your finger cut off?' and he +said, 'I was chopping a</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">stick one evening, and the +hatchet cut off my finger.'"</span></p> + <p>Blessings, blessings on the man who thus embalmed this +touching incident! Who does not see that the reign of fiction is over!</p> + <p>That the parental portion of the public may judge what the +future has in store for their little ones (who, we hope, will be men +and women far sooner than their ancestors were,) we present them with a +fragrant nosegay (pshaw! we mean, a shovel-full) of samples, commending +them, should they wish for more, to the nearest Sabbath-school library.</p> + <p>Ah, it is a touching thing, to see some great philanthropist +come forward, at the call of Duty and his Publisher (perhaps also +quickened by the hollow sound emitted by his treasure-box), and +compress himself into the absurdly small compass of a few pages 18mo., +in order to afford himself the exalted pleasure of holding simple and +godly converse with children at large!</p> + <p>"All truth—no fiction." What further guarantee would you have? +How replete with useful matter must not a book with <i>that</i> +assurance be! Let us read:</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"The Indians cannot build a +ship. They do not Know how to get</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">iron from the mines, <i>and they +do not know enough.</i></span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"Besides, they do not like to +work, and like to fight</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>better</i> than to work.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"When they want to sail, they +burn off a log of wood, and</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">make it hollow by burning and +scraping it with sharp stones."</span></p> + <p>Now we ask, does not this satisfy your ideal of food for the +youthful mind? Observe that it is simple, direct, graphic, satisfying. +It cannot enfeeble the intellect. It will be useful. There is something +tangible about it. The child at once perceives that if the Indians knew +how to "get iron from the mines," and "knew enough" in general, they +would build ships, in spite of their distaste for work. There can be no +doubt that this is "all truth—no fiction," for Indians are sadly in +want of ships. They like to sail; for we learn that "when they want to +sail" they are so wild for it, that they even go to the length of +"burning off a log of wood, and making it hollow by burning and +scraping it with sharp stones." We thus perceive the significance of +the apothegm, "Truth is stranger than fiction." The day is not far +distant when children will think as much of the new literature as they +formerly did of certain worm-lozenges, for which they were said to +"cry."</p> + <p>And where everything has been inspired by the love of Truth, +even the cuts may teach something. If "a canoe," contrary to the +general impression, is at least as long as "a ship," it is very +important that children should so understand it; and if "a pin-fish" is +really as big as "a shark," no mistaken deference to the feelings of +the latter should make us hesitate to say so.</p> + <p>No child, we are convinced, is too young to get ideas of +science. In one of the model books we are pleased to find this great +truth distinctly recognized:</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'Is there anything like a +lever about a wheelbarrow?' said</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">his father. 'O yes, sir,' said +JAMES. 'The axle; and the</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">wheel is the prop, the load is +the weight, and the power is</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">your hand.'"</span></p> + <p>This, we should say, speaks for itself.</p> + <p>Nor is a child ever too young to get ideas of thrift. One of +our writers for infants observes, after explaining that the Dutch +reclaimed the whole of Holland from the sea by means of dykes, "they +worked hard, saved their money, and so grew rich." Any child can take +such hints.</p> + <p>Neither is it wholly amiss to demonstrate that a child can't +put a clock in his pocket. For it is plain that he would else be trying +to do so sometime.</p> + <p>Now, where in the "Arabian Nights" do you find anything like +this?—We answer, triumphantly, Nowhere!</p> + <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'JAMES,' said his father, 'do +not shut up hot water too</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">tight, and take care when it is +over the fire.'</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'A lady was boiling coffee one +day, and kept the cover on</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">the coffee-pot too long. When she +took it off, the water</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">turned to steam, and flew up in +her face, and took the skin off.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'Do you know how they make the +wheels of a steamboat move?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">They shut up water tight in a +great kettle and heat it. Then</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">they open a hole which has a +heavy iron bar in it, the steam</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">lifts it, in trying to get out. +That bar moves a lever, and</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">the lever moves the wheels.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">"'Machines are wonderful things.'"</span></p> + <p>This fact the reader must distinctly realize. And doesn't he +realize that the days of JACK, the Giant-killer, and Little Red Riding +Hood, are about over? We want truth. The only question is, (as FESTUS +observed), What is Truth?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/13.jpg" + alt="PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE"> </center> + <p><b>ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.</b></p> + <p><i>Derrick</i>.—There is a superstition afloat that, if you +see a ladder hoisted against a house, and, instead of passing outside +the ladder you pass under it, some accident or affliction will befall +you. What about this?<br> + <i>Answer.</i>.—It all depends upon circumstances. If, while +passing under the ladder, a hod of bricks should fall through it and +strike you on the head, then an "accident or affliction" shall have +befallen you: otherwise not.</p> + <p><i>Nincompoop</i>.—I hear a great deal about the "log" of the <i>Cambria.</i> +Can you tell me how it is likely to be disposed of?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—It is to be manufactured into snuff-boxes for the +officers and crew of the <i>Dauntless</i>, as a delicate admission +that they are up to snuff and not to be sneezed at.</p> + <p><i>Nick of the Pick</i>.—What is the best way of securing +one's self from the bodily damages to which all persons who attend +pic-nic parties now seem to be liable?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Don't go to pic-nic parties. Rough it at home.</p> + <p><i>John Brown</i>.—We cannot insert jokes on the number of +SMITHS in the world—except as advertisements. For lowest rates see +terms on the cover.</p> + <p><i>Hircus</i>.—We are sorry to say that your remarks on Baby +Farming are not based upon facts. In nine cases out of ten it has +nothing whatever to do with Husbandry.</p> + <p><i>Acorn</i>.—As this is the seventh time you have written to +us, asking whether corns can be cured by cutting, so it must be the +last. The thing palls, and we must now try whether ACORN cannot be got +rid of by cutting.</p> + <p><i>Horseman</i>.—No; we never remember to have met a man who +did not "know all about a horse." If such a man can be found, his +fortune and that of the finder are assured.</p> + <p><i>Seeker</i>.—It may be true that man changes once in every +seven years but that will hardly excuse you from paying your tailor's +bill contracted in 1862, on the ground that you are not the same man.</p> + <p><i>Fond Mother</i>.—None but a brutal bachelor would object to +a "sweet little baby," merely because it was bald-headed.</p> + <p><i>Sempronius</i>.—Would you advise me to commit suicide by +hanging?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—No. If you are really bound to hang, we would +advise you to hang about some nice young female person's neck instead +of by your own: it's pleasanter.</p> + <p><i>Wacks</i>.—Yes, the Alaska seal contracts will undoubtedly +include the great Seal of the United States.</p> + <p><i>"Talented" Author</i>.—We do not pay for rejected +communications.</p> + <p><i>Many Inquiriers</i>.—We can furnish back numbers to a +limited extent; future ones by the cargo, or steamboat.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>FINANCIAL.</b></p> + <p>WALL STREET, AUGUST 2ND.</p> + <p>Respected Sir: Acting upon your suggestion that, despite the +repugnance with which the truly artistic mind must ever view it, +Commerce was a rising institution, and that amongst the thousands of +the refined and haughty who read PUNCHINELLO with feelings of +astonishment and awe, there were some misguided men whose energies had +been perverted to the pursuit of filthy lucre, your contributor +yesterday descended into the purlieus of the city in quest of +information wherewith to pander to the tastes of the debased few.</p> + <p>It would be useless to point out to you that 10 A.M. is not +the hour at which it is the custom of Y.C. to tear himself from his +luxurious conch. His conception of the exalted has always been +associated with late breakfasts. On this memorable occasion, however, +duty and a bell-boy called him; and at the extraordinary hour to which +he has referred he arose and set about his investigations.</p> + <p>A party of distinguished and sorrowing friends accompanied him +as far as BANG'S. The regard which he cherishes for poetry and art had +hitherto marked out this pleasant hostelrie as the utmost limit of his +down-town perambulations. The conversation of his distinguished friends +was elevating: the potations in which they drank their good wishes were +equally, if not more so. Having deposited $2.35 for safe-keeping with a +trusted friend, your contributor hailed a Wall Street stage and sped +fearlessly to his destination. He has gone through the ordeal safely. +Annexed are the result of his labors, in the shape of bulletins which +were forwarded to but never acknowledged by a frivolous and unfeeling +editor.</p> + <p>WALL STREET, 10-1/2 A.M.—The market opened briskly with a +tendency towards DELMONICO'S for early refreshments. Eye-openers in +active demand. Brokers have undergone an improvement.</p> + <p>11 A.M.—On the strength of a rumor that a gold dollar had been +seen in an up-town jewelry store, gold declined 1.105.</p> + <p>11.15 A.M.—In consequence of a report that Col. JAS. FISK, +JR., has secured a lease of Plymouth Church, and is already engaged in +negotiations with several popular preachers, Eries advanced one-half +per cent.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST ELEVEN A.M.—A reaction has commenced in Eries, it +being given out that Madame KATHI LANNER had sustained an injury which +would necessitate her withdrawal from the Grand Opera House.</p> + <p>TWELVE O'CLOCK.—Just heard some fellow saying, "St. Paul +preferred." Couldn't catch the rest. It seems important. What did St. +Paul prefer. Look it up, and send me word.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST TWELVE.—Market excited over a dog-fight. How about +St. Paul?</p> + <p>ONE.—Police on the scene. Market relapsed. Anything of St. +Paul yet? Send me what's-his-name's Commentaries on the Scriptures.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST ONE.—News has been received here that Commodore +VANDERBILT was recently seen in the neighborhood of the Croton +reservoir. In view of the anticipated watering process, N.Y.C. +securities are buoyant. Many, however, would prefer their stock +straight. But what was it St. Paul preferred? Do tell.</p> + <p>TWO O'CLOCK.—Immense excitement has been created on 'Change by +a report that JAY GOULD had been observed discussing Corn with a +prominent Government official. A second panic is predicted.</p> + <p>QUARTER PAST TWO.—Later advices confirm the above report. The +place of their meeting is said to have been the Erie Restaurant. Great +anxiety is felt among heavy speculators.</p> + <p>HALT-PAST TWO.—It is now ascertained that the Corn they were +discussing was Hot Corn at lunch. A feeling of greater security +prevails.</p> + <p>THREE O'CLOCK.—Intelligence has just reached here that a +dime-piece was received in change this morning at a Broadway drinking +saloon. Gold has receded one per cent, in consequence. Eries quiet, +Judge BARNARD being out of town.</p> + <p>P.S. I haven't found out what St. Paul preferred. +What's-his-name don't mention it in his Commentaries.</p> + <p>HALF-PAST THREE.—Sudden demand for New York Amusement Co.'s +Stock. HARRY PALMER to reopen Tammany with a grand scalping scene in +which the TWEED tribe of Indians will appear in aboriginal costume. +NORTON, GENET, and <i>confrères</i> have kindly consented to +perform their original <i>rôles</i> of <i>The Victims</i>.</p> + <p>P.S. Unless I receive some definite information concerning +that preference of St. Paul's, I shall feel it incumbent on me to +vacate my post of Financial Editor.</p> + <p>FOUR O'CLOCK.—On receipt of reassuring news from Europe, the +market has advanced to DELMONICO'S, where wet goods are quoted from 10 +cents upwards. Champagne brisk, with large sales. Counter-sales +(sandwiches, etc.,) extensive. Change in greenbacks greasy.</p> + <p>P.S. Asked a fellow what St. Paul preferred. He said, "St. +Paul Preferred Dividends, you Know." Perhaps St. Paul did. A great many +stockholders do. But what stock did St. Paul hold? Was it Mariposa +or—"Only just taken one, but, as you observe, the weather <i>is</i> +confounded hot—so I don't mind if I—"</p> + <p>GREENBAYS.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/14.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>THE DOG IN THE MANGER.</b><br> +Crispin won't do the work himself, and won't let John Chinaman do it.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>OUR PORTFOLIO.</b></p> + <p>We have just received from "DICK TINTO," our special +correspondent at the seat of war, the following metrical production +said to have been written by HENRI ROCHEFORT in prison, but suppressed +in obedience to orders from the Emperor. PUNCHINELLO felicitates his +readers upon the enterprise which enables him to lay it before them, +and flatters himself that the enormous trouble and expense involved in +hauling it to this side of the Atlantic, will not prevent him from +doing it again—if necessary.</p> + <p>AU PRINCE IMPERIAL.</p> + <p>SCENE.—<i>A square fronting the Bureau of the chemin de fer +for Chalons and Metz. Time, Midi.</i></p> + <p>The Prince Imperial, en route for the seat of war, is seated +upon a milk-white steed. Beneath his left arm he convulsively carries a +struggling game-cock, with gigantic gaffs, while his right hand feebly +clutches a lance, the napping of whose pennant in his face appears to +give him great annoyance and suggests the services of a "Shoo-fly." +Around him throng the ladies of the Imperial bed-chamber and a cohort +of nurses, who cover his legs with kisses, and then dart furtively +between his horse's <i>jambes</i> as if to escape the pressure of the +crowd. Just beyond these a throng of hucksters, market-women, butchers, +bakers, etc., vociferously urge him to accept their votive offerings of +garden truck, carrots, cabbages, parsnips, haunches of beef, baskets of +French rolls and the like, all of which the Prince proudly declines, +whereupon the vast concourse breaks forth into this wild chant to the +air of</p> +BINGEN ON THE RHINE.<br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From fountains bright at fair +Versailles,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And gardens of St. Cloud—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With a rooster of the Gallic +breed</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To cock-a-doodle-do—</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Behold! our Prince Imperial +comes,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And in his hands a lance,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That erst he'll cross with +German spears</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">For glory and for France.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They've ta'en his bib and +tucker off,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And set him on a steed;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That he may ride where soldiers +ride,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bleed where soldiers bleed.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They've cut his curls of jetty +hair,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And armed him <i>cap à pie</i>,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Until he looks as fair a knight</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">As France could wish to see.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ho! ladies of the chamber,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ho! nurses, gather near;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your <i>charge</i> upon a <i>charger</i> +waits</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To shed the parting tear.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come! kiss him for his mother,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Et pour sa Majesté,</i></span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And twine his brow with +garlands of</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The fadeless <i>fleurs de lis.</i></span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Voila!</i> who but a few +moons gone</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of babies held the van,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now wears his spurs and draws +his blade</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like any other man!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then come, ye courtly dames of +France,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh! take him to your heart,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And cheer as only woman can</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our beardless BONAPARTE;</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For ere another sun shall set,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Those lips cannot be kissed;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And through the grove and in +the court</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their prattling will be missed.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The light that from those soft +blue eyes</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now kindly answers thine,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will flash where mighty armies +tread,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon the banks of Rhine.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yea, hide from him, as best you +can,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">All womanly alarms,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor smile with those who +mocking cry,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Behold! A <i>babe-in-arms!</i>"</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A babe indeed! Oh! sland'rous +tongues,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Prince fresh from his smock,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shows <i>manly</i> proof if he +can stand</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The battle shout and shock.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And this is one on whom the gods</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Have put their stamp divine:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The latest, and perchance the +last</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of Corsica's dread line.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then for the Prince Imperial</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Citoyens</i> loudly cheer:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That his right arm may often +bring</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some German to his <i>bier</i>;</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That distant Rhineland, +trembling,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">May hear his battle-cry,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And neutral nations wondering +ask,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">"<i>Oh! how is this far high?</i>"</span><br> + <p>Our private dispatches from the seat of war in Europe are very +confusing. The "Seat" appears to be considerably excited, but the "War" +takes things easily, and seems to have "switched off" for an indefinite +time. It is observed by many that there never was a war precisely like +this war, and if it hadn't been for a Dutch female, the Duchess of +Flanders, it is fair to suppose that PUNCHINELLO wouldn't have been out +of pocket so much for cablegrams. The Duchess took it into her head +(and her head appears to have had room for it,) that her blood +relative, LEOPOLD, couldn't get his blood up to accept the Spanish +Crown. Well, as it turned out, the Duchess was right. Anyhow, she went +for L., (a letter by the way, which few Englishman can pronounce in +polite society,) and told him that there was</p> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"* * * a tide in the affairs of +men,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which, taken at the flood, +leads on to fortune."</span><br> + <p>LEOPOLD said he had heard of that tide; but he didn't believe +in always "follerin' on it," no matter what betided. Then the Duchess +got up her Dutch spunk, and spoke out pretty freely, saying as much as +if LEOPOLD were a tame sort of poodle, and that <i>she</i> ought to +have been born to wear breeches, just to show him how a man should act +in a great crisis like the present.</p> + <p>"Just so," says LEOPOLD, "but you see the 'crisis' is what's +the matter. If it wasn't for the 'crisis,' I'd go in for ISABELLA'S old +armchair faster than a hungry pig could root up potatoes." FLANDERS saw +at a glance how the goose hung, and that her bread would all be dough +if something wasn't done, and that quickly. She knew LEOPOLD'S weakness +for Schnapps, when he was a boy at Schiedam, and, producing a bottle of +the Aromatic elixir, with which she had previously armed herself in +expectation of his obstinacy, poured out a glassful and requested him +to clear his voice with it. Fifteen minutes after his vocal organs had +been thus renewed, LEOPOLD was in a condition to see things in an +entirely new light, and hesitated no longer to write the following note +to General PRIM:</p> + <p>Dear PRIM: The thing has been satisfactorily explained to me, +and I accept. Enclosed find a bottle of Schnapps. You never tasted +Schnapps like this. The Duchess says she don't care a cuss for NAP, and +that I mustn't neither.</p> + <p>—LEOPOLD, SIGMARINGEN-HOHENZOLLERN.</p> + <p>This is a veritable account of the origin of the European +"unpleasantness," and can be certified to any one who will call upon us +and examine the original dispatches.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<table + style="width: 800px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" + border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td style="text-align: center; width: 30%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><big>A.T. 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The +princely merchant, in his counting-room, involuntarily experiences the +softening, humanizing influence of the hour, and, in tones tremulous +with unwonted emotion, privately directs his Chief-Clerk to tell all the +other clerks, that, on this night of all the round year, they may, +before leaving the store at 10 o'clock, take almost any article from +that slightly damaged auction-stock down in the front cellar, at actual +cost-price. This, they are to understand, implies their Employer's +hearty wish of a Merry Christmas to them; and is a sign that, in the +grand spirit of the festal season, he can even forget and forgive those +unnatural leaner entry-clerks who are always whining for more than their +allotted $7 a week. The President of the great railroad corporation, in +the very middle of a growling fit over the extra cost involved in +purchasing his last Legislature, (owing to the fact that some of its +Members had been elected upon a fusion of Radical-Reform and +Honest-Workingman's Tickets,) is suddenly and mysteriously impressed +with the recollection that this is Christmas Eve. "Why, bless my soul, +so it is!" he cries, springing up from his littered rosewood desk like a +boy. "Here, you General Superintendent out there in the office!" sings +he, cheerily, "send some one down to Washington Market this instant, to +find out whether or not any of those luscious anatomical western turkies +that I saw in the barrels this morning are left yet. If the commercial +hotels down-town haven't taken them all, buy every remaining barrel at +once! Not a man nor boy in this Company's service shall go home to-night +without his Christmas dinner in his hand! Lively, now, Mr. JONES! and +just oblige me by picking out one of the birds for yourself, if you can +find one at all less blue than the rest. It's Christmas Eve, sir; and +upon my word I'm really sorry our boys have to work to-morrow as usual. +Ah! it's hard to be poor, JONES! A merry Christmas to us all. Here's my +carriage come for me." And even in returning to their homes from their +daily avocations, on Christmas Eve, how the most grasping, penurious +souls of men will soften to the world's unfortunate! Who is this poor +old lady, looking as though she might be somebody's grandmother, sitting +here by the wayside, shivering, on such an Eve as this? No home to +go?--Relations all dead?--Eaten nothing in two days?--Walked all the way +from the Woman's Rights Bureau in Boston?--Dear me! _can_ there be so +much suffering on Christmas Eve? I must do something for her, or my own +good dinner to-morrow will be a reproach to me. "Here! Policeman! just +take this poor old lady to the Station-House, and give her a good warm +home there until morning. There! cheer-up, Aunty; you're all right +_now._ This gentleman in the uniform has promised to take care of you. +Merry Christmas!"--Or, when at home, and that extremely bony lad, in the +thin summer coat, chatters to you, from the snow on the front-stoop, +about the courage he has taken from Christmas Eve to ask you for enough +to get a meal and a night's-lodging--how differently from your ordinary +style does a something soft in your breast impel you to treat him. "No +work to be obtained?" you say, in a light tone, to cheer him up. "Of +course there's none _here,_ my young friend. All the work here at the +East is for foreigners, in order that they may be used at election-time. +As for you, an American boy, why don't you go to h-- I mean to the West. +_Go West_, young man! Buy a good, stout farming outfit, two or three +serviceable horses, or mules, a portable house made in sections, a few +cattle, a case of fever medicine--and then go out to the far West upon +Government-land. You'd better go to one of the hotels for to-night, and +then purchase Mr. GREELEY'S 'What I Know About Farming,' and start as +soon as the snow permits in the morning. Here are ten cents for you. +Merry Christmas!"--Thus to honor the natal Festival of Him--the +Unselfish incarnate, the Divinely insighted--Who said unto the +lip-server: Sell all that thou hast, and give it to the Poor, and follow +Me; and from Whom the lip-server, having great possessions, went away +exceeding sorrowful! + +Three men are to meet at dinner in the Bumsteadian apartments on this +Christmas Eve. How has each one passed the day? + +MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON, in his room in Gospeler's Gulch, reads Southern +tragedies in an old copy of the _New Orleans Picayune,_ until two +o'clock, when he hastily tears up all his soiled paper collars, packs a +few things into a travelling satchel, and, with the latter slung over +his shoulder, and a Kehoe's Indian club in his right hand, is met in the +hall by his tutor, the Gospeler. + +"What are you doing with that club, Mr. MONTGOMERY?" asks the Reverend +OCTAVIUS, hastily stepping back into a corner. + +"I've bought it to exercise with in the open air," answers the young +Southerner, playfully denting the wall just over his tutor's head with +it "After this dinner with Mr. DROOD, at BUMSTEAD'S, I reckon I shall +start on a walking match, and I've procured the club for exercise as I +go. Thus:" He twirls it high in the air, grazes Mr. SIMPSON'S nearer +ear, hits his own head accidentally, and breaks the glass in the +hat-stand. + +"I see! I see!" says the Gospeler, rather hurriedly. "Perhaps you _had_ +better be entirely alone, and in the open country, when you take that +exercise." + +Rubbing his skull quite dismally, the prospective pedestrian goes +straightway to the porch of the Alms-House, and there waits until his +sister comes down in her bonnet and joins him. + +"MAGNOLIA," he remarks, hastening to be the first to speak, in order to +have any conversational chance at all with her, "it is not the least +mysterious part of this Mystery of ours, that keeps us all out of doors +so much in the unseasonable winter month of December,[1] and now I am +peculiarly a meteorological martyr in feeling obliged to go walking for +two whole freezing weeks, or until the Holidays and this--this +marriage-business, are over. I didn't tell Mr. SIMPSON, but my real +purpose, I reckon, in having this club, is to save myself, by violent +exercise with it, from perishing of cold." + +"Must you do this, MONTGOMERY?" asks his colloquial sister, +thoughtfully. "Perhaps if I were to talk long enough with you--" + +"--You'd literally exhaust me into not going? Certainly you would," he +returns, confidently. "First, my head would ache from the constant +noise; then it would spin; then I should grow faint and hear you less +distinctly; then your voice, although you were talking-on the same as +ever, would sound like a mere steady hum to me; then I should become +unconscious, and be carried home, with you still whispering in my ear. +But do _not_ talk, MAGNOLIA; for I must do the walking-match. The +prejudice here against my Southern birth makes me a damper upon the +festivities of others at this general season of forgiveness to all +mankind, and I can't stand the sight of that DROOD and Miss POTTS +together. I'd better stay away until they have gone." + +He pauses a moment, and adds: "I wish I were not going to this dinner, +or that I were not carrying this club there." + +He shakes her hand and his own head, glances up at the storm-clouds now +gathering in the sky, goes onward to Mr. BUMSTEAD'S boarding-house, +halts at the door a moment to moisten his right hand and balance the +Indian club in it, and then enters. + +EDWIN DROOD'S day before merry Christmas is equally hilarious. Now that +the Flowerpot is no longer on his mind, the proneness of the masculine +nature to court misfortune causes him to think seriously of Miss +PENDRAGON, and wonder whether _she_ would make a wife to ruin a man? It +will be rather awkward, he thinks, to be in Bumsteadville for a week or +two after the Macassar young ladies shall have heard of his matrimonial +disengagement, as they will all be sure to sit symmetrically at every +front window in the Alms-House whenever he tries to go by; and he +resolves to escape the danger by starting for Egypt, Illinois, +immediately after he has seen Mr. DIBBLE and explained the situation to +him. Finding that his watch has run down, he steps into a jeweler's to +have it wound, and is at once subjected to insinuating overtures by the +man of genius. What does he think of this ring, which is exactly the +thing for some particular Occasions in Life? It is made of the metal for +which nearly all young couples marry now-a-days, is as endless as their +disagreements, and, by the new process, can be stretched to fit the +Second wife's hand, also. Or look at this pearl set. Very chaste, really +soothing; intended as a present from a Husband after First Quarrel. +These cameo ear-rings were never known to fail. Judiciously presented, +in a velvet case, they may be depended upon to at once divert a young +Wife from Returning to her Mother, as she has threatened. Ah! Mr. DROOD +cares for no more jewelry than his watch, chain and seal-ring? To be +sure! when Mr. BUMSTEAD was in yesterday for the regular daily new +crystal in his own watch--how _does_ he break so many!--_he_ said that +his beloved nephews wore only watches and rings, or he would buy paste +breastpins for them. Your oroide is now wound up, Mr. DROOD, and set at +twenty minutes past Two. + +"Dear old JACK!" thinks EDWIN to himself, pocketing his watch as he +walks away; "he thinks just twice as much of me as any one else in the +world, and I should feel doubly grateful." + +As dusk draws on, the young fellow, returning from a long walk, espies +an aged Irish lady leaning against a tree on the edge of the turnpike, +with a pipe upside-down in her mouth, and her bonnet on +wrong-side-afore. + +"Are you sick?" he asks kindly. + +"Divil a sick, gintlemen," is the answer, with a slight catch of the +voice,--"bless the two of yez!" + +EDWIN DROOD can scarcely avoid a start, as he thinks to himself, "Good +Heaven! how much like JACK!" + +"Do you eat cloves, madame?" he asks, respectfully. + +"Cloves is it, honey? ah, thin, I do that, whin I'm expectin' company. +Odether-nodether, but I've come here the day from New York for nothing. +Sure phat's the names of you two darlints?" + +"EDWIN," he answers, in some wonder, as he hands her a currency stamp, +which, on account of the large hole worn in it, he has been repeatedly +unable to pass himself. + +"EDDY is it? Och hone, och hone, machree!" exclaims the venerable woman, +hanging desolately around the tree by her arms while her bonnet falls +over her left ear: "I've heard that name threatened. Och, acushla +wirasthu!" + +Believing that the matron will be less agitated if left alone, and, +probably, able to get a little roadside sleep, EDWIN DROOD passes onward +in deep thought. The boarding-house is reached, and _he_ enters. + +J. BUMSTEAD'S day of the dinner is also marked by exhilarating +experiences. With one coat-tail unwittingly tucked far up his back, so +that it seems to be amputated, and his alpaca umbrella under his arm, he +enters a grocery-store of the village, and abstractedly asks how +strawberries are selling to-day? Upon being reminded that fresh fruit is +very scarce in late December, he changes his purpose, and orders two +bottles of Bourbon flavoring-extract sent to his address. And now he +wishes to know what they are charging for sponges? They tell him that he +must seek those articles at the druggist's, and he compromises by +requesting that four lemons be forwarded to his residence. Have they any +good Canton-flannel, suitable for a person of medium complexion?-- +No?--Very well, then: send half a pound of cloves to his house before +night. + +There are Ritualistic services at Saint Cow's, and he renders the +organ-accompaniments with such unusual freedom from reminiscences of the +bacchanalian repertory, that the Gospeler is impelled to compliment him +as they leave the cathedral. + +"You're in fine tone to-day, BUMSTEAD. Not quite so much volume to your +playing as sometimes, but still the tune could be recognized." + +"That, sir," answers the organist, explainingly, "was because I held my +right wrist firmly with my left hand, and played mostly with only one +finger. The method, I find, secures steadiness of touch and precision in +hitting the right key." + +"I should think it would, Mr. BUMSTEAD. You seem to be more free than +ordinarily from your occasional indisposition." + +"I am less nervous, Mr. SIMPSON," is the reply. "I've made up my mind to +swear off, sir.--I'll tell you what I'll do, SIMPSON," continues the +Ritualistic organist, with sudden confidential affability. "I'll make an +agreement with you, that whichever of us catches the other slipping-up +first in the New Year, shall be entitled to call for whatever he wants." + +"Bless me! I don't understand," ejaculates the Gospeler. + +"No matter, sir. No matter!" retorts the mystic of the organ-loft, +abruptly returning to his original gloom. "My company awaits me, and I +must go." + +"Excuse me," cries the Gospeler, turning back a moment; "but what's the +matter with your coat?" + +The other discovers the condition of his tucked-up coat-tail with some +fierceness of aspect, but immediately explains that it must have been +caused by his sitting upon a folding-chair just before leaving home. + +So, humming a savage tune in make-belief of no embarrassment at all in +regard to his recently disordered garment, Mr. BUMSTEAD reaches his +boarding-house. At the door he waits long enough to examine his +umbrella, with scowling scrutiny, in every rib; and then _he_ enters. + +Behind the red window-curtain of the room of the dinner-party shines the +light all night, while before it a wailing December gale rises higher +and higher. Through leafless branches, under eaves and against chimneys, +the savage wings of the storm are beaten, its long fingers caught, and +its giant shoulder heaved. Still, while nothing else seems steady, that +light behind the red curtain burns unextinguished; the reason being that +the window is closed and the wind cannot get at it. + +At morning comes a hush on nature; the sun arises with that innocent +expression of countenance which causes some persons to fancy that it +resembles Mr. GREELEY after shaving; and there is an evident desire on +the part of the wind to pretend that it has not been up all night. +Fallen chimnies, however, expose the airy fraud, and the clock blown +completely out of Saint Cow's steeple reveals what a high time there has +been. + +Christmas morning though it is, Mr. MCLAUGHLIN is summoned from his +family-circle of pigs, to mount the Ritualistic church and see what can +be done; and while a small throng of early idlers are staring up at him +from Gospeler's Gulch, Mr. BUMSTEAD, with his coat on in the wrong way, +and a wet towel on his head, comes tearing in amongst them like a +congreve rocket. + +"Where's them nephews?--where's MONTGOMERIES?--where's that umbrella?" +howls Mr. BUMSTEAD, catching the first man he sees by the throat, and +driving his hat over his eyes. + +"What's the matter, for goodness sake?" calls the Gospeler from the +window of his house. "Mr. PENDRAGON has gone away on a walking-match. Is +not Mr. DROOD at home with you?" + +"Norrabit'v it," pants the organist, releasing his man's throat, but +still leaning with heavy affection upon him: "m'nephews wen 'out with 'm +--f'r li'lle walk--er mir'night; an' 've norseen'm--since." + +There is no more looking up at Saint Cow's steeple with a MCLAUGHLIN on +it now. All eyes fix upon the agitated Mr. BUMSTEAD, as he wildly +attempts to step over the tall paling of the Gospeler's fence at a +stride, and goes crashing headlong through it instead. + +(_To be Continued_.) + +[Footnote 1: In the original English story there is, considering the +bitter time of year given, a truly extraordinary amount of solitary +sauntering, social strolling, confidential confabulating, +evening-rambling, and general lingering, in the open air. To "adapt" +this novel peculiarity to American practice, without some little +violation of probability, is what the present conscientious Adapter +finds almost the artistic requirement of his task.] + + * * * * * + +ALL HAIL! + +The most fearful weapon yet brought into the field of war--if we are to +believe newspaper correspondents--is the revolving grape-shot gun known +as the "hail-thrower," a piece of ordnance said to be in use by the +French and Prussian armies, alike. If half we hear about the +"hail-thrower" be true, 'twere better for all concerned to keep out of +hail of it. Many a hale fellow well met by that fearful hail storm must +go to grass ere the red glare of the war has passed away. "Where do you +hail from?" would be a bootless question to put when the "hail-thrower" +begins to administer throes to the breaking ranks. Worse than that; it +would probably be a headless question. + + * * * * * + +"THE PERFECT CURE." + +A newspaper paragraph states that, in Minnesota, they have a very +summary way of restoring the consciousness of pigs that have been +smitten by the summery rays of the sun. They simply open piggy's head +with a pick-axe or other handy instrument, introduce a handful or two of +salt, close up the head again, and piggy is all right. But this, after +all, is simply a new application of the old practice of Curing pork with +salt. + + * * * * * + +Con by a Son of a Gun. + +Why are the new breech-loaders supplied with needles? +To keep their breeches in repair, of course. + + * * * * * + +Con by a Carpet-Shaker. + +Why is a large carpet like the late rebellion? +Because it took such a lot of tax to put it down. + + * * * * * + +ADVICE TO PICNIC PARTIES. + +At this culminating period of the summer season, it is natural that the +civic mind should turn itself to the contemplation of sweet rural +things, including shady groves, lunch-baskets, wild flowers, sandwiches, +bird songs, and bottled lager-bier. + +The skies are at their bluest, now; the woods and fields are at their +greenest; flowers are blooming their yellowest, and purplest, and +scarletest. All Nature is smiling, in fact, with one large, +comprehensive smile, exactly like a first-class PRANG chromo with a +fresh coat of varnish upon it. + +Things being thus, what can be more charming than a rural excursion to +some tangled thicket, the very brambles, and poison-ivy, and possible +copperhead snakes of which are points of unspeakable value to a picnic +party, because they are sensational, and one cannot have them in the +city without rushing into fabulous extra expense. It is good, then, that +neighbors should club together for the festive purposes of the picnic, +and a few words of advice regarding the arrangement of such parties may +be seasonable. + +If your excursion includes a steamboat trip, always select a boat that +is likely to be crowded to its utmost capacity, more especially one of +which a majority of the passengers are babies in arms. There will +probably be some roughs on board, who will be certain to get up a row, +in which case you can make the babies in arms very effective as +"buffers" for warding off blows, while the crowd will save you from +being knocked down. + +Should there be a bar on board the steamer, it will be the duty of the +gentlemen of the party to keep serving the ladies with cool beverages +from it at brief intervals during the trip. This will promote +cheerfulness, and, at the same time, save for picnic duty proper the +contents of the stone jars that are slumbering sweetly among the +pork-pies and apple-dumplings by which the lunch-baskets are occupied. + +Never take more than one knife and fork with you to a picnic, no matter +how large the party may be. The probability is that you may be attacked +by a gang of rowdies and it is no part of your business to furnish them +with weapons. + +Avoid taking up your ground near a swamp or stagnant water of any kind. +This is not so much on account of mosquitoes as because of the small +saurian reptiles that abound in such places. If your party is a large +one, there will certainly be one lady in it, at least, who has had a +lizard in her stomach for several years, and the struggles of the +confined reptile to join its congeners in the swamp might induce +convulsions, and so mar the hilarity of the party. + +To provide against an attack by the city brigands who are always +prowling in the vicinity of picnic parties, it will be judicious to +attend to the following rules: + +Select all the fat women of the party, and seat them in a ring outside +the rest of the picnickers, and with their faces toward the centre of +the circle. In the event of a discharge of missiles this will be found a +very effective _cordon_--quite as effective, in fact, as the feather +beds used in the making up of barricades. + +Let the babies of the party be so distributed that each, or as many as +possible of the gentlemen present, can have one at hand to snatch up and +use for a fender should an attack at close quarters be made. + +If any dark, designful strangers should intrude themselves upon the +party, unbidden, the gentlemen present should by no means exhibit the +slightest disposition to resent the intrusion, or to show fight, as the +strangers are sure to be professional thieves, and, as such, ready to +commit murder, if necessary. Treat the strangers with every +consideration possible under the circumstances. Should there be no +champagne, apologize for the absence of it, and offer the next best +vintage you happen to have. Of course, having lunched, the strangers +will be eager to acquire possession of all valuables belonging to the +party. The gentlemen, therefore, will make a point of promptly handing +over to them their own watches and jewelry, as well as those of their +lady friends. + +Having arrived home, (we assume the possibility of this,) refrain, +carefully, from communicating with the police on the subject of the +events of the day. The publicity that would follow would render you an +object of derision, and no possible good could result to you from +disclosure of the facts. But you should at once make up your mind never +to participate in another picnic. + + * * * * * + +A CHANCE FOR OUR ORGAN GRINDERS. + +The famous _mitrailleur_, or grape-thrower, with which LOUIS NAPOLEON +has already commenced to astonish the Prussians, suggests congenial work +for the numerous performers on the barrel-organ with which our large +cities are at all times infested. It is worked with a crank, exactly +after the manner of the too-familiar street instrument; and might easily +be fitted with a musical cylinder arranged for the performance of the +most inspiriting and patriotic French airs. Should Italy, at present +neutral, take side with France hereafter, she should at once withdraw +her wandering minstrels from all parts of the world, and set them to +work on the "double attachment" engine of L.N. Nothing could be more +appropriate for working the _mitrailleur_ than a corps of barrel-organ +grinders from the land of the Grape. + + * * * * * + +THE ORIGIN OF PUNCHINELLO. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO: Though aware that you "belong to Company G," and must +not be bothered, I wish to ask whether you are descended from the famous +chicken-dealer of Sorrento, who sold fowls in Naples, and was well-known +in that fun-loving city for the humor of his speech and the oddity of +his form. He was called "PULCINELLA," I believe, the name being the same +as that of his wares. + +If not to this celebrated wag, perhaps you trace your origin to Mr. +PUCCIO D'ANELLO, who so delighted a company of actors at Aceria, with +his jokes and gibes, that they invited him to join them, and soon +discovered that they had found a Star. + +If neither of these classical wags was your ancestor, may I ask, who the +deuce _did_ you come from? Yours, truly, + +CURIOSO. + + * * * * * + +RECIPE TO BE TESTED. + +We see that they have been "firing cannon in the fields near Paris, to +bring on a rain." If there is any virtue in this recipe, they are likely +to get some moist weather to the north-eastward of Paris, to say the +least. The firing in that quarter may even lead to a Reign in Paris such +as France has not lately seen. We would not go so far as to _predict_ +anything of this sort. Oh, no; for we are aware that the moment we +should do so, NAPOLEON would lick the Prussians on purpose to show the +world that we didn't hit it that time. + + * * * * * + +THE WATERING PLACES. + +Punchinello's Vacations. + +When one wants to see the great people who are to be seen nowhere else, +one goes to the celebrated White Sulphur Springs of Virginia; and, very +correctly supposing that there might be persons there who would like to +see him, Mr. PUNCHINELLO took a trip to the aforesaid springs. He found +it charming there. There was such a chance to study character. From the +parlors where Chief-Justice CHASE and General LEE were hob-nobbing over +apple-toddies and "peach-and-honey," to the cabins where the wards of +the nation were luxuriating in picturesque ease beneath the shade of +their newly-fledged angel of liberty, everything was instructive to the +well-balanced mind. + +Here, too, in these fertile regions, were to be seen those exquisite +floral creations known as mint-juleps, the absence of which in our +Northern agricultural exhibitions can never be sufficiently deplored. + +Witness the beauty of the design and the ingenious delicacy of the +execution of one of the humblest of the species. + +From experience in the matter, Mr. P. is prepared to say, that not only +as an exponent of the beauties of nature, but as a drink, a mint-julep +is far superior to the water which gives thin resort its celebrity. Why +people persist in drinking that vilest of all water which is found at +the fashionable springs, Mr. P. cannot divine. If it is medicine you +want, you can get your drugs at any apothecary's, and he will mix them +in water for you for a very small sum extra. And the saving in expense +of travel, board and extras, will be enormous. + +But in spite of this fact, there were plenty of distinguished-looking +people at the White Sulphur. Mr. P. didn't know them all, but he had no +doubt that one of them was General LEE; one PHIL. SHERIDAN; another +Prof. MAURY; another GOLDWIN SMITH; and others Governor WISE; HENRY WARD +BEECHER, WADE HAMPTON, WENDELL PHILLIPS, RAPHAEL SEMMES, and LUCRETIA +MOTT. One man, an incognito, excited Mr. P.'s curiosity. This personage +was generally found in the society of LEE, JOHNSTON, POPE, HAMPTON, +GREELEY, and those other fellows who did so much to injure the Union +cause during the war. One day Mr. P. accosted him. He was an oddity, and +perhaps it would be a good idea to put his picture in the paper. + +"Sir!" said Mr. P., with that delicate consideration for which he is so +noted, "why do you pull your hat down over your eyes, and what is your +object in thus concealing your identity? Come sir! let us know what it +all means." + +The _incognito_ glanced at Mr. P. with the corner of his eye, and +perceiving that he was in citizen's dress, pulled his hat still further +over his face. + +"My business," said he, "is my own, but since the subject has been +broached, I may as well let _you_ know what it is." + +"You know me, then?" said Mr. P. + +"I do," replied the other, and proceeding with his recital, he said, +"You may have heard that a number of negro squatters were lately ejected +from a private estate in this State, after they had made the grounds to +blossom like the rose, and to bring forth like the herring." + +"Yes, I heard that," said Mr. P. + +"Well," said the other, "I happened to have some land near by, and I +invited those negroes to come and squat on my premises--" + +"Intending to turn them off about blossoming time?" said Mr. P. + +"Certainly, certainly," said the other, "and I am just waiting about +here until they put in a wheat crop on part of the land. I can then sell +that portion, right away." + +"Well, Mr. BEN BUTLER," said Mr. P., "all that is easily understood, now +that I know who you are; but tell me this, why are you so careful to +cover your face when in the company of civilians or ladies, and yet go +about so freely among these ex-Confederate officers?" + +"Oh," said the other, "you see I don't want to be known down here, and +some of the women or old men might remember my face. There's no danger +of any of the soldiers recognizing me, you know." + +"Oh, no," cried Mr. P. "None in the world, sir." + +"And besides," said the modest BUTLER, "it's too late now for me to be +spooning around among the women." + +"That's so," said Mr. P. "Good-bye, BENJAMIN. Any news from Dominica?" + +"None at all," said the other, "and I don't care if there never is. I am +opposed to that annexation scheme now." + +"Sold your claims?" said Mr. P. The incognito winked and departed. + +That evening at supper Mr. P. remarked that his biscuits were rather +hard, and he blandly requested a waiter to take one of them outside and +crack it. The elder PEYTON, who runs the hotel, overheard Mr. P.'s +remark, and stepping up to him, said: + +"Sir, you should not be so particular about your food. What you pay me, +while you stay at my place, is my charge for the water you drink. The +food and lodging I throw in, gratis." + +Mr. P. arose. + +"Mr. PEYTON," said he, "when I was quite a little boy, my father, making +the tour of America, brought me here, and I distinctly remember your +making that remark to him. Since then many of my friends have visited +the White Sulphur, and you invariably made the same remark to them. Is +there no way to escape the venerable joke?" + +The gentle PEYTON made no answer, but walked away, and after supper, one +of the boarders took Mr. P. aside and urged him to excuse their host, as +he was obliged to make the joke in question to every guest. The +obligation was in his lease. + +So the matter blew over. + +Reflecting, however, that if he had to pay so much for the water, that +he had better drink a little, Mr. P. went down to the spring to see what +could be done. On the way, he met Uncle AARON, formerly one of +WASHINGTON'S body-servants. The venerable patriarch touched his hat, and +Mr. P., hoping from such great age to gain a little wisdom, propounded +the following questions: + +"Uncle, is this water good for the bile?" + +"Oh, lor! no, mah'sr! Dat dar water 'ud jis spile anything you biled in +it. Make it taste of rotten eggs, for all the world, sir! 'Deed it +would.' + +"But what I want to know," said Mr. P., "is why the people drink it." + +"Lor' bless you, mah'sr! Dis here chile kin tell you dat. Ye see de +gem'men from de Norf dey drinks it bekase they eat so much cold wheat +bread. Allers makes 'em sick, sir." + +"And why do the Southerners drink it?" + +"Wal, mah'sr, you see dey eats so much hot wheat bread, and it don't +agree wid 'em, no how." + +"But how about the colored people? I have seen them drinking it, +frequently," said Mr. P. + +"Oh, lor, mah'sr, how you is a askin' questions! Don't you know dat de +colored folks hab to drink it bekase dey don't get no wheat bread at +all?" + +Mr. P. heard no better philosophy than this on the subject while he +remained at the White Sulphur. When he left, he brought a couple of +gallons of the water with him, and intends keeping it in the +water-cooler in his office, for loungers. + + * * * * * + +THE POEMS OF THE CRADLE. + + +CANTO III. + + "JACK and GILL went up the bill + To fetch a pail of water; + JACK fell down and broke his crown, + And GILL came tumbling after." + +How many persons there are who read those lines without giving one +moment's thought to their hidden beauty. Love, obedience, and devotion +unto death, are here portrayed; and yet people will repeat the lines of +the melancholy muse with a smile on their faces, and even teach it to +their young children as a sort of joyful lyric. + +My own infant-mind was tampered with in the same manner; and after I had +committed the poem to memory I was proudly called up by my fond and +doting parents to display my infantile acquirements before admiring +visitors. The result might have been foreknown. All my infancy and youth +passed away, and I never once perceived the hidden worth of these lines +till I had tumbled down a hill myself, cracked my crown, and was laid up +with it a week or more. During that time I had leisure to muse on the +fate of poor JACK. When my mind expanded so as to take in all the +sublimity of his devotion and death, my heart was filled with admiration +and astonishment, and I resolved I would make one effort to rescue the +memory of poor JACK and loving GILL from the oblivion it seemed to be +falling into, in the greater admiration people gave to the musical style +of the writer. + + "JACK and GILL went up the hill." + +Here you see the obedient, loving, long-suffering, put-upon drudge of +his brothers and sisters-we will take the liberty of giving him a few of +each as we are a little more generous than the author--who was compelled +(not the author, but JACK,) to do all the chores, fetch and carry, 'tend +and wait, bear the heat and burden of the day, and be the JACK for all +of them. He was not dignified by the respectable title of JOHN, or +JONATHAN, but was poor simple JACK. + +Virtue will always be rewarded, however, and even freckle-faced, +red-headed JACK had one friend, blue-eyed, tender-hearted GILL, who, +seeing the unhesitating obedience he rendered to all, forthwith +concluded that one so lone and sad could appreciate true friendship and +understand the motives that prompted her to give, unsolicited, her +gushing love. So, when the good JACK started up the hill, loving GILL +generously offered to accompany him. Probably the other children looked +out of the windows after them, and laughed, and jeered, and wondered +whither they were going; but, observing the pail, concluded they were +going + + "To fetch a pail of water," + +which they were willing JACK should do, as it would save them the +possibility of being ordered to do it; not that there was a probability +of such a command being given, but there was a slight danger that the +thing might happen in case JACK was occupied otherwise when the water +was needed. But now that he had gone for it, they were all right, and +rejoiced exceedingly thereat. + +Meanwhile the two little sympathizing companions toiled up the steep +hill, drinking in with every inhalation of the balmy air copious +draughts of the new-found elixir of life. "Soft eyes looked love to eyes +that spake again,"[2] and their hearts melted beneath each tender glance. +The little chubby hands that grasped the handle of the pail timidly +crept closer together, and by the time they had reached the rugged top, +it needed but one warm embrace to mingle the two souls into one, +henceforth forever. + +This was done. + +Tremblingly they drew back, blushing, casting modest glances at each +other; and then, to aid them in recovering from their confusion, turned +their attention to the water, which reflected back two happy, smiling +faces. Filling the pail with the dimpled liquid mirror, they turned +their steps homeward. + +Light at heart and intoxicated with bliss, poor JACK, ever unfortunate, +dashed his foot against a stone, and thus it was that + + "JACK fell down and broke his crown." + +[Oh! what a fall was there, my countrywomen!] Fearful were the shrieks +that rent the mountain air as he rolled down the hillside. The pail they +had carried so carefully was overturned and rent asunder, and the +trembling water spilled upon the smiling hill-side--fit emblem of their +vanishing hopes. + +Down went the roley-poley boy, like a dumpling down a cellar-door; +crashing his head against the cruel rocks that stood in stony +heartedness in his way, and dashing his brains out against their hard +sides. His loving companion, eyes and month dilated with horror, stood +still and rigid, gazing upon the fearful descent, and its tragic ending, +then throwing her arms aloft, and giving a fearful shriek of agony that +thrilled with horror the hearts of the hearers--if there were any--cast +herself down in exact imitation of the fall of her hero, rolled over and +over as he did, and ended by mingling her blood with his upon the same +stones. + +_His_ crown was broken diagonally; _hers_ slantindicularly; that was the +only difference. Her suicidal act is commemorated in the line, + + "And GILL came tumbling after." + +The catastrophe was witnessed by the assembled family, who hastened to +the bleeding victims of parental injustice, and endeavored to do all +that was possible to restore life to the mangled forms of the two who +loved when living, and in death were not divided. + +But all in vain. They were dead, and not till then did the family +appreciate the beautiful, self-denying, heroic disposition of the little +martyr, JACK. + +The two innocent forms were buried side by side, and the whole country +round mourned the fate of the infant lovers. + +Painters preserved their pictures on canvas, and poets sung them at +eventide. The beauties of their life, and their tragic death, were given +by the poet-laureate of the day in the words I have just transcribed; +and such an impression did these make on the minds of the inhabitants, +that the whole population took them to heart, and, with tears in their +eyes, taught them to their children, even unto the third and fourth +generations. + +Alas! it was reserved for our day and generation to gabble them over +unthinking, carelessly unmindful of the fearful fate the words describe. + +Repentant ones, drop to their memory a tear, even now! It is not too +late! + +[Footnote 2: Original, by some other fellow.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: +WHAT WE MAY EXPECT IN OUR ARMY OF THE FUTURE. +"NONE BUT THE BRAVE," ETC.] + + * * * * * + +LETTER FROM A CROAKER. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO: You have not, I believe, informed your readers, one of +whom I have the honor to be, as to whether you have yet united yourself +to any Designing Female. As this is a matter peculiarly interesting to +many of your readers, all of whom, I have not the least doubt, are +interested in your welfare, I would advise some statement on your part, +respecting it. + +I trust, my dear sir, that, if you are as yet free, you will take the +well-intended advice of a sufferer, and steer entirely clear of the +shoals and quicksands peculiar to the life of a married man, by never +embarking in the matrimonial ship. + +Do not misunderstand me. I lived happily, very happily, with my sainted +BELINDA--it must be confessed that she had a striking partiality for +sardines, which caused considerable of a decrease in the profits of my +wholesale and retail grocery establishment. I cherish no resentment on +that account, but, as you probably well know, one of the discomforts of +matrimonial existence is children. + +Sir, I have a daughter, who is considered passably good-looking by +certain appreciative individuals. Since the unfortunate demise of my +lamented wife, the profits of the mercantile establishment of which I am +proprietor have largely increased, and as REBECCA is my only child, +there is a considerable prospect of her bringing to the man who espouses +her, a comfortable dowry, and probably a share in my business. + +I keep no man-servant, and after my daughter retires--generally at the +witching hour of two in the morning,--I am obliged to hobble down +stairs, extinguish the lights, cover the fire, lock up the house, and +ascertain whether it is perfectly fire and burglar-proof for the time +being. + +Were this, sir, the only annoyance to which I am subjected, my wrath +would probably expend itself in a little growling, but hardly have I +reposed myself upon my couch, ere my ear catches an infernal tooting and +twanging and whispering, and a broken-winded German band, engaged by an +admirer of my REBECCA, strikes up some outrageous _pot pourri_, or +something of that sort, and sleep, disgusted, flees my pillow. + +Last night--or rather this morning--they came again. Their discordant +symphonies roused me to desperation. I seized a bucket of slops, and; +opening the window, dashed the contents in the direction of the music; +the full force of the deluge striking a fat, froggy-looking little +Dutchman, who was puffing and blowing at a bassoon infinitely larger +than himself. He was just launching out into a prodigious strain, but it +expired while yet in the bloom of youth. He remained for a short time in +the famous posture of the Colossus of Rhodes, vainly endeavoring to +shake off the cigar-stumps and other little _et ceteras_ which were +clinging to him like cerements, uttering the while unintelligible oaths. +Then he struck for his _domus et placens uxor_ at as rapid a rate as his +little dumpy legs could carry him. + +If they come to-night--if they dare to come--I will give them a dose +which they will remember. + +My dear sir, what can I do to rid myself of these annoyances? The girl +has been to boarding-school, and so can't be sent there again. She has +no friends or relations whom it would be advisable to put her off upon. +Assist me then, in this, the hour of my tribulation, and you, my dear +Mr. PUNCHINELLO, will merit the lasting gratitude of an + +UNHAPPY FATHER. + +[The best thing an "Unhappy Father" can do, under the circumstances, is +to learn to play upon the bass horn, and then, should the brazen +serenaders again make their appearance, he can give them blow for +blow.--ED. PUNCHINELLO.] + + * * * * * + +That Iron "Dog." + +The latest bit of intelligence given by the police regarding the "dog" +so much spoken of in connection with the Twenty-third street murder, is +that it is not, as at first stated, the kind of instrument used by +shipwrights. In other words, the police have discovered that it is not a +Water-dog, though, up to the present date, they have not been able to +prove it a Bloodhound. + + * * * * * + +Severe Penalty. + +A newspaper gravely informs us that "the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania +has refused the Writ of Error in the case of Dr. SHOEPPE, convicted of +the murder of Mr. STEINNEKE, _and will be hanged_." + +Can nothing be done to save this Court? One may say they had no business +to refuse the Writ. But, at any rate, we are of opinion that the +punishment is excessive. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: WONDERFUL TOUR DE FORCE, + +PERFORMED "ON THE BEACH AT LONG BEACH," BY PROFESSOR JAMES FISK, JR., +THE GREAT AMERICAN ATHLETE.] + + * * * * * + +HIRAM GREEN ON JERSEY MUSQUITOES. + +A Hard-fought Battle--Musquitoes have no Sting that Jersey Lightning +cannot Cure. + +New Jarsey is noted among her sister countries, as bein' responsible for +2 of the most destructive things ever got up. + +The first is of the animal kingdom, and varyin in size from a 3 yeer old +snappin' turtle, to a lode of hay. + +It has a bayonet its nose, in which is a skwirt gun charged with +pizen. + +It has no hesitation, whatsoever, of shovin' it's pitch-fork into a +human bein', and when a feller feels it, it makes him think old +SOLFERINO has come for him, and no mistake. + +The sirname of this sleep-distroyin' animile, is Muskeeter. And they +like their meet raw. + +Misery Number 2 is a beverige manufactured from the compound extract of +chain litenin on the wing, and ile of vitril. It is then flavored with +earysipelas and 7 yeer itch, when it is ready to lay out it's man. + +I was on a visit to Jarsey, a short time ago, and if ever a man was +justified in cussin' the day he ever sot foot onto the classick red +shores of New Jarsey, (which soil, by the way, is so greasy that all the +red-headed New Jarsey gals use it for hair ile, while for greasin' a +pancake griddle it can't be beat,) it was the undersined. + +The first nite I was in that furrin climb, after hangin' my close over a +chair, and droppin' my false teeth in a tumbler of water, I retired in a +sober and morril condition. + +"Balmy sleep, sweet nater's hair restorer," which sentiment I cote from +Mr. DICKENS, who, I understand from the Bosting clergy, is now sizzlin', +haden't yet folded me in her embrace. + +Strains of melody, surpassin' by severil lengths the melifflous +discordant notes of the one-armed hand organist's most sublimerest +seemfunny, sircharged the atmosfear. Ever and anon the red-hot breezes +kissed the honest old man's innocent cheek, and slobbered grate capsules +of odoriferous moisture, which ran in little silvery streams from his +reclinin' form. Yes! verily, great pearls hung pendant from his nasal +protuberants. + +In other words, I hadent gone to sleep, but lay their sweatin' like an +ice waggon, while the well-known battle song of famished Muskeeters fell +onto my ear. The music seized; and a regiment of Jarsey Muskeeters, all +armed to the teeth and wearin' cowhide butes, marched single-file into +my open window. + +The Kernal, a gray-headed old war-worn vetenary, alited from his hoss, +and tide the animal to the bed-post. + +The Commander then mounted ontop of the wash-stand, and helpin' hisself +to a chaw of tobacker out of my box, which lay aside him, the old +scoundrel commenced firin' his tobacker juice in my new white hat. "See +here, Kernal," said I, somewhat riled at seein' him make a spittoon of +my best 'stove-pipe,' "if it's all the same to you, spose'n you eject +your vile secretion out of the winder." + +"Cork up, old man," said the impudent raskle, "or ile spit on ye and +drown you." + +All about the room the privates were sacreligously misusing my property. + +One red-headed old Muskeeter, who was so full of somebody's blood he +couldn't hardly waddle, was seated in the rockin'-chair, and with my +specturcols on his nose, was readin' a copy of PUNCHINELLO, and laffin' +as if heed bust. + +Another chap had got my jack-nife, and was amusin' hisself by slashin' +holes in my bloo cotton umbreller, which two other Muskeeters had shoved +up, and was a settin' under, engaged in tyin' my panterloon legs into +hard nots. + +Another scallawag had jammed my coat part way into my butes, and was +pourin' water into 'em out from the wash-pitcher, and I am sorry to say +it, evry darned Muskeeter was up to some mean trick, which would put to +blush, even a member of the New Jarsey legislater. + +Suddenly the Kernal hollered: + +"To arms!" + +And every Muskeeter fell into line about my bedside. + +"Charge bagonets!" said the Kernal. At which the hul lot went for me. +Their pizened wepins entered my flesh. + +They charged onto my bald head. Rammed their bayonets into my arms--my +back--my side--and there wasen't a place bigger'n a cent, which they +diden't fill with pizen. + +There I lay, groanin' for mercy. + +But Jersey Muskeeters, not dealin' in that article, don't know what it +is. + +Like the new collecter MURFY, when choppin' off the heads of FENTON +offis holders, mercy hain't their lay, about these times. + +At this juncture a company of draggoons clinchin' their pesky bills into +me, dragged me off onto the floor. + +And then such a horrible laff they would give, when I would strike for +them and miss hittin'. + +There I lay on the floor, puffin' and blowin' like a steem ingine, while +the hull army was dancin' a war dance around my prostrate figger, and +the old Kernal was cuttin' down a double shuffle on the wash-stand, +which made the crockery rattle. + +I kicked at 'em as they would charge on my feet and l--limbs. I grabbed +at 'em, as they charged on my face--arms--and shoulders. + +Slap! bang! kick! sware! + +I couldn't stand it much longer. + +As a big corpulent feller, who, I should judge, was gittin' readdy to +jine a Fat mans club, went over me, I catched him by the heel. + +I hung on to him with my best holt + +He dragged me all over the floor. + +My head struck the bedposts, and other furniture. + +3 other Muskeeters got straddle of me, and as if I was a hoss, spurred +me up purty lively. + +All of a sudden the Muskeeter I was hangin' to give a yank, and drew out +his foot, left his bute in my hand. + +Brandishin' the bute about my head, I cleared at lot of Muskeeters. + +Jumpin' to my feet I made things fly for a minuit, pilin' up the killed +and wounded in a promiscous heap. + +Seein' the Kernal settin' up there enjoyin' the fun, I let fly the bute +at him. + +Smash! went the lookin-glass. + +The venerable commanding Muskeeter had dodged, and was settin' on the +burow, with his thumb on his nose, wrigglin' his fingers at me in a very +ongentlemanly manner. + +There I was again unarmed, dancin' about, swelled up like a base ball +player on match day. + +"Blood IARGO!" was the cry. + +I tride to make a masked battery with a piller. It was no protection +again Jarsey Muskeeters. + +As RACHEL mourned for her step-mother, I sighed for me home. + +"Why, oh why," I cride, "did I leave old Skeensboro?" + +A widder wearin' a borrowed suit of mornin'--eleven children cryin' +because the governor had been chawed up by Muskeeters crowded into my +thoughts. + +The army was gettin' reddy to charge onto me agin, and avenge their +fallen comrags. + +Suddenly a brite thought struck me. + +I ceased a sheet and waved it for a flag of truce. + +The order wasen't given. + +"Kernal," said I, "before we continue this fite, let's take a drink all +around, and I'll stand treat." + +"Done," said he, "trot out your benzine." + +I opened the burow drawer, and took out a black bottle. + +I pulled the cork and filled all the glasses, then poured a lot into the +wash-bowl, when I handed the bottle to the Kernal. + +"Make ready! Take aim! Drink!" Down went the licker. + +I laffed a revengeful laff, as every condemned Muskeeter turned up their +heels and cride: + +"Water--send my bones back to Chiny--mother dear, I'm comein', 300,000 +strong--we die--by the hand--of Jarsey--lite--" + +And Jarsey litenin', more powerful than the chassepo gun of France or +the needle-gun of Prushy, had done its work, and the old man was saved +to the world! + +It was 3 days before any close would again fit me. + +I looked more like a big balloon than a human bein', I was swelled up so +with the pizen. + +My blessin's on the head of the individual who invented Jarsey litenin'. +Nothin else would have saved the Lait Gustise's valuable life. + +Ever of thow, + +HIRAM GREEN, Esq., + +_Lait Gustise of the Peece._ + + * * * * * + +From our own Correspondent. + +Rumors of war from Europe must always be expected, for how can we get +Pacific news by Atlantic Telegraph? + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS," ETC, + +_First Small Bather_. "WOULDN'T OUR MAMS GIVE US FITS IF THEY CAUGHT US +SWIMMIN'?" + +_Second Ditto_. "I'LL BET YER!" + +(_But neither of the happy little truants knows that a thief is running +off with their clothes_.)] + + * * * * * + +REFORM IN JUVENILE LITERATURE. + +Since the thrilling moment when GUTTENBURG made his celebrated +discovery, numbers of persons have tried their hands--and undoubtedly +their heads also--at Books for the Young. Hitherto, many of them have +evinced a sad lack of judgment in respect of matter. + +Would you believe it, in this highly moral and virtuous age? they have +actually written stories!--stories that were not true! They haven't +seemed to care a button whether they told the truth or not! Where can +they have contracted the deadly heresy that imagination, feeling, and +affection, are good things, deserving encouragement? Mark the effect of +these pernicious teachings! Hundreds and thousands--nay, fellow mortal, +_millions_ of children,--now walk the earth, believing in fairies, +giants, ogres, and such-like unreal personages, and yet unable (we blush +to say it!) to tell why the globe we live on is flattened at the poles! +Is it not a serious question whether children who persistently ignore +what is true and important, but cherish fondly these abominable fables, +may not ultimately be lost? + +But, thanks to the recent growth of practical sense--or the decline of +the inventive faculty--in writers for the young, a better day is +dawning, and there is still some hope for the world. Men of sense and +morality are coming forward: they dedicate their minds to this +service--those practical minds whence will be extracted the only true +pabulum for the growing intellect. It is to minds of this stamp--so +truly the antipodes of all that is youthful, spontaneous, and +child-like, (in a word: frivolous,) that we must look for those solid +works which, in the Millennium that is coming, will perfectly supplant +what may be termed, without levity, the "Cock and Bull" system of +juvenile entertainment. Worldly people may consider this stuff graceful +and touching, sweet and loveable; but it is nevertheless clearly +mischievous, else pious and proper persons wouldn't have said so, time +and again. + +For our part, we may as well confess that our sympathies go out +undividedly toward that important class who are averse to +Nonsense,--more particularly _book_-nonsense,--which they can't stand, +and won't stand, and there's an end of it. There is something +exceedingly winning, to us, in that sturdy sense, that thirst for +mathematical precision, that impatience of theory, that positive and +self-reliant--we don't mind saying, somewhat dogmatical--air, that +sternness of feature, thinness of lip, and coldness of eye, which belong +to the best examples. We respect even the humbler ones; for they at +least hate sentiment, they do not comprehend or approve of humor, and +they never relish wit. What does a taste for these qualities indicate, +but an idle and frivolous mind, devoted to trifles: and how fatal is +such a taste, in the pursuit of wealth and respectability! + +Fantastic people have much to say of the "affections," the "graces and +amenities of life," "soul-culture," and the like. We cannot too deeply +deplore their fatuity, in giving prominence to such abstractions. As for +children, the most we can concede is, that they have a natural--though, +of course, depraved--taste for stories: yes, we will say that this +fondness is irrepressible. But, what we really must insist on, is, that +in gratifying that fondness, you give them _true_ stories. Where is the +carefully trained and upright soul that would not reject "JACK, the +Giant-killer," or "Goody Two-shoes," if it could substitute (say, from +"New and True Stories for Children,") a tale as thrilling as this: + + "When I was a boy, I said to my uncle one day, 'How did you + get your finger cut off?' and he said, 'I was chopping a + stick one evening, and the hatchet cut off my finger.'" + +Blessings, blessings on the man who thus embalmed this touching +incident! Who does not see that the reign of fiction is over! + +That the parental portion of the public may judge what the future has in +store for their little ones (who, we hope, will be men and women far +sooner than their ancestors were,) we present them with a fragrant +nosegay (pshaw! we mean, a shovel-full) of samples, commending them, +should they wish for more, to the nearest Sabbath-school library. + +Ah, it is a touching thing, to see some great philanthropist come +forward, at the call of Duty and his Publisher (perhaps also quickened +by the hollow sound emitted by his treasure-box), and compress himself +into the absurdly small compass of a few pages 18mo., in order to afford +himself the exalted pleasure of holding simple and godly converse with +children at large! + +"All truth--no fiction." What further guarantee would you have? How +replete with useful matter must not a book with _that_ assurance be! Let +us read: + + "The Indians cannot build a ship. They do not Know how to get + iron from the mines, _and they do not know enough._ + + "Besides, they do not like to work, and like to fight + _better_ than to work. + + "When they want to sail, they burn off a log of wood, and + make it hollow by burning and scraping it with sharp stones." + +Now we ask, does not this satisfy your ideal of food for the youthful +mind? Observe that it is simple, direct, graphic, satisfying. It cannot +enfeeble the intellect. It will be useful. There is something tangible +about it. The child at once perceives that if the Indians knew how to +"get iron from the mines," and "knew enough" in general, they would +build ships, in spite of their distaste for work. There can be no doubt +that this is "all truth--no fiction," for Indians are sadly in want of +ships. They like to sail; for we learn that "when they want to sail" +they are so wild for it, that they even go to the length of "burning off +a log of wood, and making it hollow by burning and scraping it with +sharp stones." We thus perceive the significance of the apothegm, "Truth +is stranger than fiction." The day is not far distant when children will +think as much of the new literature as they formerly did of certain +worm-lozenges, for which they were said to "cry." + +And where everything has been inspired by the love of Truth, even the +cuts may teach something. If "a canoe," contrary to the general +impression, is at least as long as "a ship," it is very important that +children should so understand it; and if "a pin-fish" is really as big +as "a shark," no mistaken deference to the feelings of the latter should +make us hesitate to say so. + +No child, we are convinced, is too young to get ideas of science. In one +of the model books we are pleased to find this great truth distinctly +recognized: + + "'Is there anything like a lever about a wheelbarrow?' said + his father. 'O yes, sir,' said JAMES. 'The axle; and the + wheel is the prop, the load is the weight, and the power is + your hand.'" + +This, we should say, speaks for itself. + +Nor is a child ever too young to get ideas of thrift. One of our writers +for infants observes, after explaining that the Dutch reclaimed the +whole of Holland from the sea by means of dykes, "they worked hard, +saved their money, and so grew rich." Any child can take such hints. + +Neither is it wholly amiss to demonstrate that a child can't put a clock +in his pocket. For it is plain that he would else be trying to do so +sometime. + +Now, where in the "Arabian Nights" do you find anything like this?--We +answer, triumphantly, Nowhere! + + "'JAMES,' said his father, 'do not shut up hot water too + tight, and take care when it is over the fire.' + + "'A lady was boiling coffee one day, and kept the cover on + the coffee-pot too long. When she took it off, the water + turned to steam, and flew up in her face, and took the skin + off. + + "'Do you know how they make the wheels of a steamboat move? + They shut up water tight in a great kettle and heat it. Then + they open a hole which has a heavy iron bar in it, the steam + lifts it, in trying to get out. That bar moves a lever, and + the lever moves the wheels. + + "'Machines are wonderful things.'" + +This fact the reader must distinctly realize. And doesn't he realize +that the days of JACK, the Giant-killer, and Little Red Riding Hood, are +about over? We want truth. The only question is, (as FESTUS observed), +What is Truth? + + * * * * * + +PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE + +ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. + +_Derrick_.--There is a superstition afloat that, if you see a ladder +hoisted against a house, and, instead of passing outside the ladder you +pass under it, some accident or affliction will befall you. What about +this? + +_Answer._.--It all depends upon circumstances. If, while passing under +the ladder, a hod of bricks should fall through it and strike you on the +head, then an "accident or affliction" shall have befallen you: +otherwise not. + +_Nincompoop_.--I hear a great deal about the "log" of the _Cambria._ Can +you tell me how it is likely to be disposed of? + +_Answer_.--It is to be manufactured into snuff-boxes for the officers +and crew of the _Dauntless_, as a delicate admission that they are up to +snuff and not to be sneezed at. + +_Nick of the Pick_.--What is the best way of securing one's self from +the bodily damages to which all persons who attend pic-nic parties now +seem to be liable? + +_Answer_.--Don't go to pic-nic parties. Rough it at home. + +_John Brown_.--We cannot insert jokes on the number of SMITHS in the +world--except as advertisements. For lowest rates see terms on the +cover. + +_Hircus_.--We are sorry to say that your remarks on Baby Farming are not +based upon facts. In nine cases out of ten it has nothing whatever to do +with Husbandry. + +_Acorn_.--As this is the seventh time you have written to us, asking +whether corns can be cured by cutting, so it must be the last. The thing +palls, and we must now try whether ACORN cannot be got rid of by +cutting. + +_Horseman_.--No; we never remember to have met a man who did not "know +all about a horse." If such a man can be found, his fortune and that of +the finder are assured. + +_Seeker_.--It may be true that man changes once in every seven years but +that will hardly excuse you from paying your tailor's bill contracted in +1862, on the ground that you are not the same man. + +_Fond Mother_.--None but a brutal bachelor would object to a "sweet +little baby," merely because it was bald-headed. + +_Sempronius_.--Would you advise me to commit suicide by hanging? + +_Answer_.--No. If you are really bound to hang, we would advise you to +hang about some nice young female person's neck instead of by your own: +it's pleasanter. + +_Wacks_.--Yes, the Alaska seal contracts will undoubtedly include the +great Seal of the United States. + +_"Talented" Author_.--We do not pay for rejected communications. + +_Many Inquiriers_.--We can furnish back numbers to a limited extent; +future ones by the cargo, or steamboat. + + * * * * * + +FINANCIAL. + +WALL STREET, AUGUST 2ND. + +Respected Sir: Acting upon your suggestion that, despite the repugnance +with which the truly artistic mind must ever view it, Commerce was a +rising institution, and that amongst the thousands of the refined and +haughty who read PUNCHINELLO with feelings of astonishment and awe, +there were some misguided men whose energies had been perverted to the +pursuit of filthy lucre, your contributor yesterday descended into the +purlieus of the city in quest of information wherewith to pander to the +tastes of the debased few. + +It would be useless to point out to you that 10 A.M. is not the hour at +which it is the custom of Y.C. to tear himself from his luxurious conch. +His conception of the exalted has always been associated with late +breakfasts. On this memorable occasion, however, duty and a bell-boy +called him; and at the extraordinary hour to which he has referred he +arose and set about his investigations. + +A party of distinguished and sorrowing friends accompanied him as far as +BANG'S. The regard which he cherishes for poetry and art had hitherto +marked out this pleasant hostelrie as the utmost limit of his down-town +perambulations. The conversation of his distinguished friends was +elevating: the potations in which they drank their good wishes were +equally, if not more so. Having deposited $2.35 for safe-keeping with a +trusted friend, your contributor hailed a Wall Street stage and sped +fearlessly to his destination. He has gone through the ordeal safely. +Annexed are the result of his labors, in the shape of bulletins which +were forwarded to but never acknowledged by a frivolous and unfeeling +editor. + +WALL STREET, 10-1/2 A.M.--The market opened briskly with a tendency +towards DELMONICO'S for early refreshments. Eye-openers in active +demand. Brokers have undergone an improvement. + +11 A.M.--On the strength of a rumor that a gold dollar had been seen in +an up-town jewelry store, gold declined 1.105. + +11.15 A.M.--In consequence of a report that Col. JAS. FISK, JR., has +secured a lease of Plymouth Church, and is already engaged in +negotiations with several popular preachers, Eries advanced one-half per +cent. + +HALF-PAST ELEVEN A.M.--A reaction has commenced in Eries, it being given +out that Madame KATHI LANNER had sustained an injury which would +necessitate her withdrawal from the Grand Opera House. + +TWELVE O'CLOCK.--Just heard some fellow saying, "St. Paul preferred." +Couldn't catch the rest. It seems important. What did St. Paul prefer. +Look it up, and send me word. + +HALF-PAST TWELVE.--Market excited over a dog-fight. How about St. Paul? + +ONE.--Police on the scene. Market relapsed. Anything of St. Paul yet? +Send me what's-his-name's Commentaries on the Scriptures. + +HALF-PAST ONE.--News has been received here that Commodore VANDERBILT +was recently seen in the neighborhood of the Croton reservoir. In view +of the anticipated watering process, N.Y.C. securities are buoyant. +Many, however, would prefer their stock straight. But what was it St. +Paul preferred? Do tell. + +TWO O'CLOCK.--Immense excitement has been created on 'Change by a report +that JAY GOULD had been observed discussing Corn with a prominent +Government official. A second panic is predicted. + +QUARTER PAST TWO.--Later advices confirm the above report. The place of +their meeting is said to have been the Erie Restaurant. Great anxiety is +felt among heavy speculators. + +HALT-PAST TWO.--It is now ascertained that the Corn they were discussing +was Hot Corn at lunch. A feeling of greater security prevails. + +THREE O'CLOCK.--Intelligence has just reached here that a dime-piece was +received in change this morning at a Broadway drinking saloon. Gold has +receded one per cent, in consequence. Eries quiet, Judge BARNARD being +out of town. + +P.S. I haven't found out what St. Paul preferred. What's-his-name don't +mention it in his Commentaries. + +HALF-PAST THREE.--Sudden demand for New York Amusement Co.'s Stock. +HARRY PALMER to reopen Tammany with a grand scalping scene in which the +TWEED tribe of Indians will appear in aboriginal costume. NORTON, GENET, +and _confreres_ have kindly consented to perform their original _roles_ +of _The Victims_. + +P.S. Unless I receive some definite information concerning that +preference of St. Paul's, I shall feel it incumbent on me to vacate my +post of Financial Editor. + +FOUR O'CLOCK.--On receipt of reassuring news from Europe, the market has +advanced to DELMONICO'S, where wet goods are quoted from 10 cents +upwards. Champagne brisk, with large sales. Counter-sales (sandwiches, +etc.,) extensive. Change in greenbacks greasy. + +P.S. Asked a fellow what St. Paul preferred. He said, "St. Paul +Preferred Dividends, you Know." Perhaps St. Paul did. A great many +stockholders do. But what stock did St. Paul hold? Was it Mariposa +or--"Only just taken one, but, as you observe, the weather _is_ +confounded hot--so I don't mind if I--" + +GREENBAYS. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: THE DOG IN THE MANGER. +Crispin won't do the work himself, and won't let John Chinaman do it. ] + + * * * * * + +OUR PORTFOLIO. + +We have just received from "DICK TINTO," our special correspondent at +the seat of war, the following metrical production said to have been +written by HENRI ROCHEFORT in prison, but suppressed in obedience to +orders from the Emperor. PUNCHINELLO felicitates his readers upon the +enterprise which enables him to lay it before them, and flatters himself +that the enormous trouble and expense involved in hauling it to this +side of the Atlantic, will not prevent him from doing it again--if +necessary. + +AU PRINCE IMPERIAL. + +SCENE.--_A square fronting the Bureau of the chemin de fer for Chalons +and Metz. Time, Midi._ + +The Prince Imperial, en route for the seat of war, is seated upon a +milk-white steed. Beneath his left arm he convulsively carries a +struggling game-cock, with gigantic gaffs, while his right hand feebly +clutches a lance, the napping of whose pennant in his face appears to +give him great annoyance and suggests the services of a "Shoo-fly." +Around him throng the ladies of the Imperial bed-chamber and a cohort of +nurses, who cover his legs with kisses, and then dart furtively between +his horse's _jambes_ as if to escape the pressure of the crowd. Just +beyond these a throng of hucksters, market-women, butchers, bakers, +etc., vociferously urge him to accept their votive offerings of garden +truck, carrots, cabbages, parsnips, haunches of beef, baskets of French +rolls and the like, all of which the Prince proudly declines, whereupon +the vast concourse breaks forth into this wild chant to the air of + +BINGEN ON THE RHINE. + + From fountains bright at fair Versailles, + And gardens of St. Cloud-- + With a rooster of the Gallic breed + To cock-a-doodle-do-- + + Behold! our Prince Imperial comes, + And in his hands a lance, + That erst he'll cross with German spears + For glory and for France. + + They've ta'en his bib and tucker off, + And set him on a steed; + That he may ride where soldiers ride, + And bleed where soldiers bleed. + + They've cut his curls of jetty hair, + And armed him _cap a pie_, + Until he looks as fair a knight + As France could wish to see. + + Ho! ladies of the chamber, + Ho! nurses, gather near; + Your _charge_ upon a _charger_ waits + To shed the parting tear. + + Come! kiss him for his mother, + _Et pour sa Majeste,_ + And twine his brow with garlands of + The fadeless _fleurs de lis._ + + _Voila!_ who but a few moons gone + Of babies held the van, + Now wears his spurs and draws his blade + Like any other man! + + Then come, ye courtly dames of France, + Oh! take him to your heart, + And cheer as only woman can + Our beardless BONAPARTE; + + For ere another sun shall set, + Those lips cannot be kissed; + And through the grove and in the court + Their prattling will be missed. + + The light that from those soft blue eyes + Now kindly answers thine, + Will flash where mighty armies tread, + Upon the banks of Rhine. + + Yea, hide from him, as best you can, + All womanly alarms, + Nor smile with those who mocking cry, + "Behold! A _babe-in-arms!_" + + A babe indeed! Oh! sland'rous tongues, + A Prince fresh from his smock, + Shows _manly_ proof if he can stand + The battle shout and shock. + + And this is one on whom the gods + Have put their stamp divine: + The latest, and perchance the last + Of Corsica's dread line. + + Then for the Prince Imperial + _Citoyens_ loudly cheer: + That his right arm may often bring + Some German to his _bier_; + + That distant Rhineland, trembling, + May hear his battle-cry, + And neutral nations wondering ask, + "_Oh! how is this far high?_" + +Our private dispatches from the seat of war in Europe are very +confusing. The "Seat" appears to be considerably excited, but the "War" +takes things easily, and seems to have "switched off" for an indefinite +time. It is observed by many that there never was a war precisely like +this war, and if it hadn't been for a Dutch female, the Duchess of +Flanders, it is fair to suppose that PUNCHINELLO wouldn't have been out +of pocket so much for cablegrams. The Duchess took it into her head (and +her head appears to have had room for it,) that her blood relative, +LEOPOLD, couldn't get his blood up to accept the Spanish Crown. Well, as +it turned out, the Duchess was right. Anyhow, she went for L., (a letter +by the way, which few Englishman can pronounce in polite society,) and +told him that there was + + "* * * a tide in the affairs of men, + Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune." + +LEOPOLD said he had heard of that tide; but he didn't believe in always +"follerin' on it," no matter what betided. Then the Duchess got up her +Dutch spunk, and spoke out pretty freely, saying as much as if LEOPOLD +were a tame sort of poodle, and that _she_ ought to have been born to +wear breeches, just to show him how a man should act in a great crisis +like the present. + +"Just so," says LEOPOLD, "but you see the 'crisis' is what's the matter. +If it wasn't for the 'crisis,' I'd go in for ISABELLA'S old armchair +faster than a hungry pig could root up potatoes." FLANDERS saw at a +glance how the goose hung, and that her bread would all be dough if +something wasn't done, and that quickly. She knew LEOPOLD'S weakness for +Schnapps, when he was a boy at Schiedam, and, producing a bottle of the +Aromatic elixir, with which she had previously armed herself in +expectation of his obstinacy, poured out a glassful and requested him to +clear his voice with it. Fifteen minutes after his vocal organs had been +thus renewed, LEOPOLD was in a condition to see things in an entirely +new light, and hesitated no longer to write the following note to +General PRIM: + +Dear PRIM: The thing has been satisfactorily explained to me, and I +accept. Enclosed find a bottle of Schnapps. You never tasted Schnapps +like this. The Duchess says she don't care a cuss for NAP, and that I +mustn't neither. + +--LEOPOLD, SIGMARINGEN-HOHENZOLLERN. + +This is a veritable account of the origin of the European +"unpleasantness," and can be certified to any one who will call upon us +and examine the original dispatches. + + +--------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | A.T. 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