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KERR.</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">CHAPTER XXI.</p> + <p>BENTHAM TO THE RESCUE.</p> + <p>European travellers in this country—especially if one +economical condition of their coming hither has not been the +composition of works of imagination on America, sufficiently +contemptuous to pay all the expenses of the trip—have, occasionally—and +particularly if they have been invited to write for New York magazines, +take professorships in native colleges, or lecture on the encouraging +Continental progress of scientific atheism before Boston +audiences;—such travellers, we say, convinced that they shall lose no +money by it, but, on the contrary, rather sanguine of making a little +thereby in the long run, have occasionally remarked, that, in the +United States, women journeying alone are treated with a chivalric +courtesy and deference not so habitually practiced in any other +second-class new nation on the face of the earth.<a name="FNanchor1"></a><a + href="#Footnote_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> + <p>What, oh, what can be more true than this? A lady well +stricken in years, and of adequate protraction of nose and rectilinear +undeviation of figure, can travel alone from Maine to Florida with as +perfect immunity from offensive masculine intrusion as though she were +guarded by a regiment; while a somewhat younger girl, with curls and an +innocent look, can not appear unaccompanied by an escort in an American +omnibus, car, ferry-boat, or hotel, without appealing at once to the +finest fatherly feelings of every manly middle-aged observer whose wife +is not watching him, and exciting as general a desire to make her trip +socially delightful as though each gentlemanly eye seeking hers were +indeed that of a tender sire.</p> + <p>Thus, although Miss POTTS'S lonely stay in her hotel had been +so brief, the mysterious American instinct of chivalry had discovered +it very early on the first morning after her arrival, and she arose +from her delicious sleep to find at least half a dozen written offers +of hospitality from generous strangers, sticking under her door. +Understanding that she was sojourning without natural protectors in a +strange city, the thoughtful writers, who appeared to be chiefly +Western men of implied immense fortunes, begged her (by the delicate +name of "Fair Unknown") to take comfort in the thought that they were +stopping at the same hotel and would protect her from all harm with +their lives. In proof of this unselfish disposition on their parts, +several of them were respectively ready to take her to a +circus-matinee, or to drive in Central Park, on that very day: and her +prompt acceptance of these signal evidences of a disinterested +friendship for womanhood without a natural protector could not be more +simply indicated to those who now freely offered such friendship, than +by her dropping her fork <i>twice</i> at the public breakfast table, +or sending the waiter back <i>three</i> times with the boiled eggs to +have them cooked rightly.</p> + <p>FLORA had completed her chemical toilet, put all the bottles, +jars, and small round boxes back into her satchel again, and sat down +to a second reading of these gratifying intimations that a +prepossessing female orphan is not necessarily without assiduous +paternal guardianship at her command wherever there are Western +fathers, when Mr. DIBBLE appeared, as he had promised, accompanied by +Gospeler SIMPSON.</p> + <p>"Miss CAROWTHERS was so excited by your sudden flight, Miss +POTTS," said the latter, "that she came at once to me and OLDY with +your farewell note, and would not stop saying 'Did you ever!' until, to +restrain my aggravated mother from fits, I promised to follow you to +your guardian's and ascertain what your good-bye note would have meant +if it had actually been punctuated."</p> + <p>"Our reverend friend reached me about an hour ago," added Mr. +DIBBLE, "saying, that a farewell note without a comma, colon, +semi-colon, or period in it, and with every other word beginning with a +capital, and underscored, was calculated to drive friends to +distraction. I took the liberty of reminding him, my dear, that young +girls from boarding-school should hardly be expected to have advanced +as far as English composition in their French and musical studies; and +I also related to him what you had told me of Mr. BUMSTEAD."</p> + <p>"And I don't know that, under the circumstances, you could do +a better thing than you have done," continued the Gospeler. "Mr. +BUMSTEAD, himself, explains your flight upon the supposition that you +were possibly engaged with myself, my mother, Mr. DIBBLE, and the +PENDRAGONS, in killing poor Mr. DROOD."</p> + <p>"Oh, oughtn't he to be ashamed of himself, when he knows that +I never did kill any absurd creature!" cried the Flowerpot, in earnest +deprecation. "And just think of darling MAGNOLIA, too, with her poor, +ridiculous brother! You're a lawyer, Mr. DIBBLE and I should think you +could get them a <i>habeas corpus</i>, or a divorce, or some other +perfectly absurd thing about courts, that would make the judges tell +the juries to bring them in Not Guilty."</p> + <p>Fixing upon the lovely young reasoner a look expressive of his +affectionate wonder at her inspired perception of legal possibilities, +the old lawyer said, that the first thing in order was a meeting +between herself and Miss PENDRAGON; which, as it could scarcely take +place (all things considered,) with propriety in the private room of +that lady's brother, nor without publicity in his own office, or in a +hotel, he hardly knew how to bring about.</p> + <p>And here we have an example of that difference between novels +and real life which has been illustrated more than once before in this +conscientious American Adaptation of what all our profoundly critical +native journals pronounce the "most elaborately artistic work" of the +grandest of English novelists. In an equivalent situation of real life, +Mr. DIBBLE'S quandary would not have been easily relieved; but, by the +magic of artistic fiction, the particular kind of extemporized +character absolutely necessary to help him and the novel continuously +along was at that moment coming up the stairs of the hotel.<a + name="FNanchor2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2"><sup>[2]</sup></a></p> + <p>At the critical instant, a servant knocked, to say, that there +was a gentleman below, "with a face as long me arrum, sir, who axed me +was there a man here av the name av SIMPSON, Miss?"</p> + <p>"It is JOHN—it is Mr. BUMSTEAD!" shrieked FLORA, hastening +involuntarily towards a mirror,—"and just see how my dress is wrinkled!"</p> + <p>"My name is BENTHAM—JEREMY BENTHAM," said a deep voice in the +doorway; and there entered a gloomy figure, with smoky, light hair, a +curiously long countenance, and black worsted gloves. "SIMPSON!—old +OCTAVIUS!—did you never, never see me before?"</p> + <p>"If I am not greatly mistaken," returned the Gospeler, +sternly. "I saw you standing in the bar-room of the hotel, just now, as +we came up."</p> + <p>"Yes," sighed the stranger, "I was there—waiting for a Western +friend—when you passed in. And has sorrow, then, so changed me, that +you do not know me? Alas! alack! woe's me!"</p> + <p>"BENTHAM, you say?" cried the Ritualistic clergyman, with a +start, and sudden change of countenance. "Surely you're not the +rollicking fellow-student who saved my life at Yale?"</p> + <p>"I am! I am!" sobbed the other, smiting his bosom. "While +studying theology, you'd gone to sleep in bed reading the Decameron. I, +in the next room, suddenly smelt a smell of wood burning. Breaking into +your apartment, I saw your candle fallen upon your pillow and your head +on fire. Believing that, if neglected, the flames would spread to some +vital part, I seized a water-pitcher and dashed the contents upon you. +Up you instantly sprang, with a theological expression on your lips, +and engaged me in violent single combat. "Madman!" roared I, "is it +thus you treat one who has saved your life?" Falling upon the floor, +with a black eye, you at once consented to be reconciled; and, from +that hour forth, we were both members of the same secret society."</p> + <p>Leaping forward, the Reverend OCTAVIUS wrung both the black +worsted gloves of Mr. BENTHAM, and introduced the latter to the old +lawyer and his ward.</p> + <p>"He did indeed save all but my head from the conflagration, +and extinguished that, even, before it was much charred," cried the +grateful Ritualist, with marked emotion.—"But, JEREMY, why this aspect +of depression?"</p> + <p>"OCTAVIUS, old friend," said BENTHAM, his hollow voice +quivering, "let no man boast himself upon the gaiety of his youth, and +fondly dream—poor self-deceiver!—that his maturity may be one of +revelry. You know what I once was. Now I am conducting a first-class +American Comic Paper."</p> + <p>Commiseration, earnest and unaffected, appeared upon every +countenance, and Mr. DIBBLE was the first to break the ensuing deep +silence.</p> + <p>"If I am not mistaken, then," observed the good lawyer, +quietly, "the scene of your daily loss of spirits is in the same +building with our young friend, Mr. PENDRAGON, whom you may know."</p> + <p>"I do know him, sir; and that his sister has lately come unto +him. His room, by means of outside shutters, was once a refuge to me +from the Man"—Here Mr. BENTHAM'S face flamed with inconceivable +hatred—"who came to tell me just how an American first-class Comic +Paper <i>should</i> be conducted."</p> + <p>"At what time does your rush of subscribers cease?"</p> + <p>"As soon as I begin to charge anything for my paper."</p> + <p>"And the newsmen, who take it by the week,—what is their usual +time for swarming in your office?"</p> + <p>"On the day appointed for the return of unsold copies."</p> + <p>"Then I <i>have</i> an idea," said Mr. DIBBLE. "It appears to +me, Mr. BENTHAM, that your office, besides being so near Mr. +PENDRAGON'S quarters, furnishes all the conditions for a perfectly +private confidential interview between this young lady here, and her +friend, Miss PENDRAGON. Mr. SIMPSON, if you approve, be kind enough to +acquaint Mr. BENTHAM with Miss POTTS'S history, without mentioning +names; and explain to him, also, why the ladies' interview should take +place in a spot whither that singular young man, Mr. BUMSTEAD, would +not be likely to prowl, if in town, in his inspection of umbrellas."</p> + <p>The Gospeler hurriedly related the material points of FLORA'S +history to his recovered friend, who moaned with all the more cheerful +parts, and seemed to think that the serious ones might be worked-up in +comic miss-spelling for his paper.—"For there is nothing more humorous +in human life," said he, gloomily, "than the defective orthography of a +fashionable young girl's education for the solemnity of matrimony."</p> + <p>Finally, they all set off for the appointed place of +retirement, upon nearing which Mr. DIBBLE volunteered to remain outside +as a guard against any possible interruption. The Gospeler led the way +up the dark stairs of the building, when they had gained it; and the +Flowerpot, following, on JEREMY BENTHAM'S arm, could not help glancing +shyly up into the melancholy face of her escort, occasionally. "Do you <i>never</i> +smile?" she could not help asking.</p> + <p>"Yes," he said, mournfully, "sometimes: when I clean my teeth."</p> + <p>No more was said; for they were entering the room of which the +tone and atmosphere were those of a receiving-vault.</p> + <br> + <p><a name="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor1">[1]</a> +Shades of QUINTILIAN and Dr. JOHNSON, what a sentence!</p> + <p><a name="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor2">[2]</a> +Quite independently of any specific design to that end by the Adapter, +this Adaptation, carefully following the original English narrative as +it does, can not avoid acting as a kind of practical—and, of course, +somewhat exaggerative—commentary upon what is strained, forced, or out +of the line of average probabilities, in the work Adapted.</p> + <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">CHAPTER XXII.</p> + <p>A CONFUSED STATE OF THINGS.</p> + <p>The principal office of the Comic Paper was one of those +amazingly unsympathetic rooms in which the walls, windows and doors all +have a stiff, unsalient aspect of the most hard-finished indifference +to every emotion of humanity, and a perfectly rigid insensibility to +the pleasures or pains of the tenants within their impassive shelter. +In the whole configuration of the heartless, uncharacterized place +there was not one gracious inequality to lean against; not a ledge to +rest elbow upon; not a panel, not even a stove-pipe hole, to become +dearly familiar to the wistful eye; not so much as a genial crack in +the plastering, or a companionable rattle in a casement, or a little +human obstinacy in a door to base some kind of an acquaintance upon and +make one less lonely. Through the grim, untwinkling windows, gaping +sullenly the wrong way with iron shutters, came a discouraged light, +strained through the narrow intervals of the dusty roofs above, to +discover a large coffin-colored desk surmounted by ghastly busts of +HERVEY, KEBLE and BLAIR;<a name="FNanchor3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3"><sup>[3]</sup></a> +a smaller desk, over which hung a picture of the Tomb of WASHINGTON, +and at which sat a pallid assistant-editor in deep mourning, opening +the comic contributions received by last mail; a still smaller desk, +for the nominal writer of subscription-wrappers; files of the <i>Evangelist</i>, + <i>Observer</i> and <i>Christian Union</i> hanging along the +wall; a dead carpet of churchyard-green on the floor; and a print of +Mr. PARKE GODWIN just above the mantel of momumental marble.</p> + <br> + <p>Upon finding themselves in this temple of Momus, and observing +that its peculiar arrangement of sunshine made their complexions look +as though they had been dead a few days, Gospeler SIMPSON and the +Flowerpot involuntarily spoke in whispers behind their hands.</p> + <p>"Does that room belong to your establishment, also, BENTHAM?" +whispered the Gospeler, pointing rather fearfully, as he spoke, towards +a side-door leading apparently into an adjoining' apartment.</p> + <p>"Yes," was the low response.</p> + <p>"Is there—is there anybody dead in there?" whispered Mr. +SIMPSON, tremulously.</p> + <p>"No.—Not yet"</p> + <p>"Then," whispered the Ritualistic clergyman, "you might step +in there, Miss POTTS, and have your interview with Miss PENDRAGON, whom +Mr. BENTHAM will, I am sure, cause to be summoned from up-stairs."</p> + <p>The assistant-editor of the Comic Paper stealing softly from +the office to call the other young lady down, Mr. JEREMY BENTHAM made a +sign that FLORA should follow him to the supplementary room indicated; +his low-spirited manner being as though he had said: "If you wish to +look at the body, miss, I will now show you the way."</p> + <p>Leaving the Gospeler lost in dark abstraction near the black +mantel, the Flowerpot allowed the sexton of the establishment to +conduct her funereally into the place assigned for her interview, and +stopped aghast before a huge black object standing therein.</p> + <p>"What's this?" she gasped, almost hysterically.</p> + <p>"Only a safe," said Mr. BENTHAM, with inexplicable bitterness +of tone. "Merely our fire-and-burglar-proof receptacle for the money +constantly pouring in from first-class American Comic journalism."—Here +Mr. BENTHAM slapped his forehead passionately, checked something like a +sob in his throat, and abruptly returned to the main office.</p> + <p>Scarcely, however, had he closed the door of communication +behind him, when another door, opening from the hall, was noiselessly +unlatched, and MAGNOLIA PENDRAGON glided into the arms of her friend.</p> + <p>"FLORA!" murmured the Southern girl, "I can scarcely credit my +eyes! It seems so long since we last met! You've been getting a new +bonnet, I see."</p> + <p>"It's like an absurd dream!" responded the Flowerpot, +wonderingly caressing her. "I've thought of you and your poor, +ridiculous brother twenty times a day. How much you must have gone +through here! Are they wearing skirts full, or scant, this season?"</p> + <p>"About medium, dear. But how do you happen to be here, in Mr. +BENTHAM'S office?"</p> + <p>In answer to this question, FLORA related all that bad +happened at Bumsteadville and since her flight from thence; concluding +by warning MAGNOLIA, that her possession of a black alpaca waist, +slightly worn, had subjected her to the ominous suspicion of the +Ritualistic organist.</p> + <p>"I scorn and defy the suspicions of that enemy of the +persecuted South, and high-handed wooer of exclusively Northern women!" +exclaimed Miss PENDRAGON, vehemently. "Is this Mr. BENTHAM married?"</p> + <p>"I suppose not."</p> + <p>"Is he visiting any one?"</p> + <p>"I shouldn't think so, dear."</p> + <p>"Then," added MAGNOLIA, thoughtfully, "if dear Mr. DIBBLE +approves, he might be a friend to MONTGOMERY and myself; and, by being +so near us, protect us both from Mr. BUMSTEAD. Just think, dear FLORA, +what heaps of sorrow I should endure, if that base man's suspicion +about my alpaca waist should be only a pretence, to frighten me into +ultimately receiving his addresses."</p> + <p>"I don't think there's any danger, love," said Miss POTTS, +rather sharply.</p> + <p>"Why, FLORA precious?"</p> + <p>"Oh, because he's so absurdly fastidious, you know, about +regularity of features in women."</p> + <p>"More than he is about brains, I should think, dear, from what +you tell me of his making love to you."</p> + <p>Here both young ladies trembled very much, and said they +never, never would have believed it of each other; and were only +reconciled when FLORA sobbed that she was a poor unmarried orphan, and +Miss PENDRAGON moaned piteously that an unwedded Southern girl without +money had better go away somewhere in the desert, with her crushed +brother, and die at once for their down-trodden section. Then, indeed, +they embraced tearfully; and, in proof of the perfect restoration of +their devoted friendship, agreed never to marry if they could avoid it, +and told each other the prices of all their best clothes.</p> + <p>"You <i>won't</i> tell your brother that I've been here?" +said the Flowerpot. "I'm so absurdly afraid that he can't help blaming +me for causing some of his trouble."</p> + <p>"Can't I tell him, even if it would serve to amuse him in his +desolation?" asked the sister, persuasively. "I want to see him smile +again, just as he does some days when a hand-organ-man's monkey climbs +up to our windows from the street."</p> + <p>"Well, you <i>may</i> tell him, then, you absurd thing!" +returned FLORA, blushing; and, with another embrace, they parted, and +the deeply momentous interview was over.</p> + <p>(<i>To be Continued.</i>)</p> + <br> + <p><a name="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor3">[3]</a> +Author of "The Grave."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> + <p><b>ROMANCE AND REALITY.</b></p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p>OFFICE SEEKING.<a name="FNanchor4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4"><sup>[4]</sup></a></p> + <p><b>BY ICHABOD BOGGS,</b></p> + <p>THE NEW AMERICAN POET.</p> + <p>PREFATORY NOTE.—The reader is requested to judge the following +production mildly, as it is the first effort of a youthful genius (16 +years old in looks and feeling, 42 by the family bible and census.) The +author has felt that America should have a new kind of verse of its +own, and he thinks he here offers one which has never been used by any +other mortal poet. It is called the duodekameter. Perhaps it may be +proper to add that the following is <i>poetry</i>.</p> +I.<br> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">You see everybody in our town was running +around, getting fat jobs</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">and positions, and picking up a +million dollars or so,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">So I felt it incumbent on me</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">To shake myself up, and see if +there wasn't a good butter firkin, well</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">filled, loafing around idle, in +which could conveniently locate my</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">centre of gravity, and so I +said to myself, I'll go</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To Washington and see,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Says ICHABOD BOGGS, says I.</span> + </div> + <br> +II.<br> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Now, don't you see, you might just as well +ask for a big position at</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">first, and then take what you +can get,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">At least that has been my rule +so far,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For, as I says to myself, if +you can only get a very high position, with</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">a sort of nabob's salary, and +lots of perquisites running in</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">annually, you needn't do +anything, you bet,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But puff at your cigar,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Says ICHABOD BOGGS, says I.</span> + </div> + <br> +III.<br> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">So I put on my best clothes, and a sort of +a big blue necktie, and shortly</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">thereafter showed myself to Mr. +GRANT,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And said that there had been +quite enough</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Of this giving away big offices +to people who hadn't big reputations,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">and that he had other fish to +fry, and that, as he wouldn't give the</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Custom House to my son, I'd +take it myself, and then I stopped,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">and he looked, "I shan't,"</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But all he said was—puff,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Says General GRANT, says he.</span> + </div> + <br> +IV.<br> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Then all the smoke got in my nose, and I +sneezed and snorted a bit,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">and then I just simply remarked +and said</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That he needn't go and get into +a huff,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And if he didn't like to give +me that office, couldn't he make me</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Minister to England, as I was a +big feeder, or if that didn't suit, why,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">if he'd do it, I wouldn't +object to being Minister to Cuba, when</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">the Cubans had been all killed, +and were thoroughly dead?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But all be said was—puff,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Says General GRANT, says he.</span> + </div> + <br> +V.<br> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Well, then I got kind of discouraged, but +I thought that I'd better try</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">again, and not get up so far,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But ask for what he'd give +beyond doubt,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">So I asked for a position as +night watchman at the Navy Yard, and</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">thought I'd get it, and he'd +answer my request, for I'd noticed that</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">his Havana was gradually +growing smaller, and he did answer me,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">just as he'd thrown away the +end of his cigar,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He simply said, "Get out!"</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Says General GRANT, says he.</span> + </div> + <br> +VI.<br> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">So I got out, as fast as a pair of legs, +with a number twelve boot</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">kicking at the place where +they're joined, would permit,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And wandered off, just about as +far</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">As I conveniently could, and +then I sat down on a milestone and raised</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">my voice to Heaven, and cried +aloud, that, weather permitting,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">General GRANT should never, <i>never</i>, +NEVER, go back to the White</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">House, not if I could help it,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To puff on his cigar,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Said ICHABOD BOGGS, said I.</span> + </div> + <p><a name="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor4">[4]</a> +We hope none of our readers will labor under the impression that we +look upon the above effusion as a poetical one, but, in this day of +many isms, it may happen that the above style may become prevalent, and +we think it our duty to present everything that is new. EDS.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>2.02 TO HARNESS.</b></p> + <p><b>Mr. Punchinello on the Turf.</b></p> + <p>History relates that the era of Horse-racing commenced about +the year 680 B. C., but it was some time after that when Mr. +PUNCHINELLO made his <i>debut</i> as a candidate for the honors of the +turf. To put the matter more concisely, it is just six days since he +drove his horse "Creeping Peter" on the track at Monmouth Park, Long +Branch. The only object which Mr. P. had in view, when he purchased his +celebrated trotter and put him into training, was the improvement of +the breed of American horses. While our BONNERS, VANDERBILTS and GRANTS +are devoting all their surplus time and means to this great end, Mr. +P., in placing the name of his yellow horse in the hands of the +poolseller, would scorn to have a less noble aim.</p> + <p>But this great object need not interfere with others of less +importance, and therefore Mr. P. will not deny that, after having +exhibited to his friends and the sporting fraternity in general, his +little investment in fancy horseflesh, he made up a very satisfactory +betting-book.</p> + <p>Now Mr. P. believed,—and events proved him to be correct,—that +when his friends and the sporting fraternity saw his horse, they would +bet heavily against him. Mr. P., however, in all the pride of amateur +ownership, bet quite as heavily <i>upon</i> his noble steed. His +friends and the above-mentioned fraternity chuckled and winked behind +his back, but although Mr. P. heard them chuckle and knew that they +were winking, his belief in his final success never wavered. Any +ordinary observer might be expected to remark that Creeping Peter was +not entirely without blemish. Besides being spavined and having three +of his hoofs injured by sand-crack, he had poll-evil, fistulas, +malanders, ring-bone, capped hock, curb, splint, and several other +maladies which made him a very suitable horse for the general public to +bet against.</p> + <p>But Mr. P.'s courage never quailed!</p> + <p>When he made his appearance on the track (for he drove his +horse himself) he was the object of general attention. The following +view (from a photograph by ROCKWOOD) gives an excellent idea of the +horse and driver.</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/22a.jpg"> </center> + <p>Nearly everybody on the ground advised Mr. P. to leave his +cloth in the stable, for it would certainly interfere with the speed of +his horse and probably get wrapped up in the wheels and cause an +accident. But Mr. P. would listen to nothing of the sort. He told +everybody that he wasn't going to catch cold in his knees, even if he +lost the race, and that he was perfectly willing to run the risk of +accidents.</p> + <p>For the benefit of his readers, however, Mr. P. will lift up +this heavily shotted lap-cloth and show what was under it.</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/22b.jpg"> </center> + <p>Here is arranged a steam-engine, which drives the wheels of +the vehicle, and which will of course propel the whole turnout, horse +and all, at a great rate of speed.</p> + <p>It will now be easily perceived why Mr. P. persisted in +keeping his lap-cloth over his knees.</p> + <p>The entries were as follows:</p> + <table align="center"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td colspan="2"><img alt="" src="images/21.jpg"></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td valign="top" width="50%" align="center"> + <p><b>IN THE LIBRARY.</b></p> + <p><i>Jones, (reading.)</i> "THE GLASS OF FASHION AND THE +MOULD OF FORM, THE OBSERVED OF ALL OBSERVERS."</p> + <p><i>Jenkins, (with enthusiasm.)</i> "PERFECT DESCRIPTION +OF MY WIFE!"</p> + </td> + <td valign="top" width="50%" align="center"> + <p><b>IN THE GARDEN.</b></p> + <p>THIS IS MRS. JENKINS, IN HER MORNING TOILETTE.</p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody><tbody> + <tr> + <td>ROBERT BONNER'S</td> + <td>b.h.</td> + <td>Dexter.</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>DEREN O. SUE'S</td> + <td>b.m.</td> + <td>Lady Thorn.</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>PUNCHINELLO'S</td> + <td>y.h.</td> + <td>Creeping Peter.</td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + <p>When the word was given, the horses all got off well and +Dexter immediately took the lead,—buzzing through the air like a +humming-top,—followed closely by Lady Thorn, her nose just lapping his +off jaw. For the first few seconds Mr. P. fell behind, owing to his +fires not yet being properly under way, but the water soon bubbled +merrily in his boiler, and his wheels began to revolve with great +rapidity. And now he sped merrily. Never did the war trumpet inspire +the fiery charger, or hounds and horn excite the mettled hunter, as the +steam-engine in his rear woke all the energies of Creeping Peter.</p> + <p>Swift as revolving pin-wheels or rapid peg-top, those spavins, +those ring-bones, those bulbous hocks, those sand-cracked hoofs and +those rattling ribs went whistling o'er the track. Mid the shouts and +yells of the excited multitude he passed Lady Thorn, overtook Dexter +and shot ahead of him! But he cannot stand that tremendous pace, and +down goes Creeping Peter on his knees. Every man who had bet against +him set up a howl of rapture, but Mr. P. never relaxed a muscle, and on +went Creeping Peter, just as fast as ever, his horny bones dashing away +the sand and gravel like spray from the cut-water of a scudding yacht, +and, amid the wildest clamor, he shot past the judges' stand on his +nose and one leg, making his mile in two minutes and two seconds!</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/22c.jpg"> </center> + <p>It is needless to dwell upon the results of this race.</p> + <p>Mr. P. now owes no man anything, nor is he even indebted to +his noble steed. Behold his testimony to the merits of that valuable +animal!</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/22d.jpg"> </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Something Original In Suicide.</b></p> + <p>An item in an evening paper states that "a man near Syracuse +recently cut his throat with a scythe."</p> + <p>Well, certainly this was a new Mowed of doing the business, +although, as it was the first instance of the kind on record, it cannot +properly be said that the business was done <i>à la mowed</i>.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Jocular and Ocular.</b></p> + <p>Can the public be properly said to have looked forward to +SEEBACH?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>ANNA DICKINSON.</b></p> + <p>One bright October morning in the year 1828, a lone lorn woman +by the name of GUMMIDGE might have been seen standing at the corner of +a wheat-field where two cross-roads met and embraced. She was weeping +violently. Ever and anon she would raise her head and gaze mysteriously +in the direction of a cloud of dust which moved slowly over the hill +toward the town. Her name was FATIMA. FATIMA GUMMIDGE. "Sister ANNIE," +she cried, "what do you see?" But sister ANNIE was far away. She was +not there. She was attending an agricultural fair in the beautiful +young state of Kansas.</p> + <p>Thus gracefully do we introduce our heroine upon the scene. +The reader will be able to judge, from this, whether we are familiar +with the literature of our day, or not. He will be able to form a +complimentary opinion of our culture. He will perceive that we are +acquainted with the writings of Messrs. JAMES, and DICKENS, and +BLUEBEARD. There is nothing like impressing your reader with an +adequate sense of your ability for laborious research, when you are +doing biography for a high-toned journal.</p> + <p>At what period in her career our illustrious victim applied to +the Legislature to change her name from GUMMIDGE to DICKINSON, we are +unable to discover. There is no record of the event in the musty tomes +we have waded through at the Astor Library in search of reliable data. +One thing must be apparent, even to the most violently prejudiced and +brutish bigot—namely, that Miss DICKINSON no longer confesses to the +name of GUMMIDGE. However disrespectful this may be to the memory of +Mrs. GUMMIDGE'S father—but on reflection is it not possible that Mrs. +GUMMIDGE'S maiden name was DICKINSON? There may be something in this. +Let us see. Mrs. GUMMIDGE was born of the brain of Mr. C. DICKENS. Mr. +DICKENS may be said to be the father of the whole GUMMIDGE family. +This, of course, includes GUMMIDGE <i>père</i>. GUMMIDGE <i>père</i> +was therefore DICKENS' son. Hence the name of DICKENSON. Very good, so +far. Now—</p> + <p>But it is unnecessary to press the argument. If the prejudiced +bigot is not yet convinced, nothing would convince him short of a +horse-whipping.</p> + <p>The poet, when he wrote "Thou wilt come no more, gentle +ANNIE," was clearly laboring under a mistake. If he had written "Thou +wilt be sure to come again next season, gentle ANNIE," he would have +hit it. Lecture committees know this. Miss DICKINSON earns her living +by lecturing. Occasionally she takes a turn at scrubbing pavements, or +going to hear WENDELL PHILLIPS on "The Lost Arts," or other violent +exertion, but her best hold is lecturing. She has followed the business +ever since she was a girl, and twenty-four (24) years of steady +application have made her no longer a Timid Young Thing. She is not +afraid of audiences any more.</p> + <p>It is a favorite recreation of the moral boot-blacks and pious +newsboys of New York to gather in the evening on the steps of Mr. +FROTHINGHAM'S church, and scare each other with thrilling stories of +the gentle ANNIE'S fierce exploits and deeds of daring. Among the best +authenticated of these (stripped of the ornate figures of speech with +which the pious newsboys are wont to embellish the simple facts) are +the following:</p> + <p>1. In the memorable canvass of 1848, Miss DICKINSON stumped +the mining districts of Pennsylvania for FRED DOUGLASS, and was shot at +by the infuriated miners forty-two times, the bullets whistling through +her back hair to that extent that her chignon looked like a section of +suction-hose when the campaign was over.</p> + <p>2. Near the close of the rebellion, Miss DICKINSON wrote to +JEFF DAVIS that she was going to raise a regiment and go for him. Peace +followed promptly.</p> + <p>3. In the year 1867 she published a book.</p> + <p>4. In the year 1868 she went to California overland, by +railroad, alone.</p> + <p>5. In the year 1869 she attended a lecture by OLIVE LOGAN, and +further showed her fearless nature by embracing Miss LOGAN +tempestuously, and offering to marry her.</p> + <p>6. At various times during her career she has received and +successfully done battle with 14,624 proposals of marriage, 14,600 of +which were made to her <i>in the city of Chicago!!!</i></p> + <p>These evidences of her courage are sufficient to show what she +is equal to, under any emergency. We are now waiting to hear of a +seventh act of bravery on her part which will distance all the above; +when she shall have announced that she is prepared to lecture on +"CHARLES DICKENS" she will have given the last convincing proof that +she is equal to <i>anything</i> terrible.</p> + <p>(Should Mr. PUNCHINELLO object that this biographical sketch +is desultory and "wandering," let him try, himself, to write the +biography of a lady who is incessantly and frantically roaming from one +end of the country to the other, and if he don't wander it will be a +wonder.)</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!—HEIRS WANTED!</b></p> + <p>NEW YORK, Oct. 1, 1870.</p> + <p>We, the undersigned, as representatives of the family of the +decedent, hereby call upon all heirs of the late RICHARD COEUR DE LION, +who may be residing in or near this locality, to meet at the Astor +House, in New York, on the fifteenth of this present month of October, +to take measures for the recovery of such portion of the estate of said +LION as is known to have legally descended to his heirs in this +country. This property, to which it will be easy to prove that we, the +undersigned, together with the other members of our family, are the +lineal heirs, is believed to consist mainly of the two hundred thousand +byzants assured to the said LION by SALADIN after the capitulation of +Acre. This sum, which we have reason to believe was duly paid by said +SALADIN at the time appointed, when reduced from golden byzants into +greenbacks, and compound-interest at seven <i>per centum</i> for the +term of six hundred and seventy-nine years calculated thereupon, will +be found to amount to upwards of one hundred and seventy thousand +million dollars. When the ransom money of twenty-five hundred Saracens, +slain by said LION to enforce the speedy payment of the principal of +this sum by the said SALADIN, shall have been deducted and paid to such +heirs and survivors of said Saracens as may immediately present their +claims, the remainder will be divided, (as soon as the necessary legal +measures shall be taken,) among the heirs and descendants of said LION +in this country.</p> + <p>The immediate object of the meeting, which is now called by +the undersigned, is the collection of sufficient funds from said heirs +and descendants to defray the expenses of a committee (composed of the +undersigned) who shall be charged with the duty of visiting England, +Normandy and Palestine, and obtaining such evidence and such copies of +record in relation to this portion of the estate of the said LION, as +shall make necessary a speedy and equitable division of paid property +among the members of the family in this country.</p> + <p>Lineal heirs who may not be able to attend this meeting in +person will have their interests taken in charge by the undersigned, on +the receipt of twenty-five dollars, which will be due from each heir as +the primary instalment on account of necessary expenses.</p> + <p>Punctual attention to this notice is requested.</p> + <p>(Signed)</p> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">JACOB RICHARDS,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">PETER MCCURDY,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">EBENEZER LYONS.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">JAMES MCLEON,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">L. J. O'LYNN,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">HENRY RICHARDSON,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rev. THOS. DICK,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">DICK E. DICKQUE DOUT.</span><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>RECOGNITION OF NILSSON.</b></p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not +that we mean to "patronize," fair Swede;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">No, no, indeed!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis homage, honest homage that +we bring;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">For you can sing!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray, do not think we build you +any throne</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">On <i>skill</i> alone;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's nothing regal in a music +box—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">In simple <i>vox</i>!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when an ardent spirit warms +the strain—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">When it is plain</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The artist feels the passion of +the scene—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">She's then our Queen!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, dear CHRISTINA! we should +still declare</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The Fates unfair,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless she lived as chastely as +the rose;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">As NILSSON does!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still, still we hesitate!—We will +confess,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">(For <i>you'd</i> not guess!)</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'd have her—that the likeness +be complete—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Young, fair, and sweet!</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fine, (and now we'll tell you +everything,)</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">If she can sing,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And act, and feel, and look, and <i>be</i> +like you,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Why, that will do!</span> </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/24.jpg"> + <p>THE YOUNG DEMOC-RATS, ENCOURAGED BY THE OLD RAT DANA, COME TO +GRIEF IN TRYING TO PUT OUT THE HOFFMAN LIGHT.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A New Pierian Spring.</b></p> + <p>The Principal of the "Student's Home," at V------, N.Y., +advertising the advantages of his school, makes the following telling +appeal, which we should think would be hard to resist by such as find +study interfere with digestion.</p> + <p>"COME TO V------. Its Mineral Water strengthens the body, and +its Seminary the mind."</p> + <p>The hope of eventually leaving those classic shades in such a +state of two-fold invigoration, should prove inspiring to the dyspeptic +and studious.</p> + <p>Whether this constant cramming of the mind and purging of the +body be the true secret of longevity as well as of scholarship, we know +not; we should judge, however, from the appearance and conversation of +students in general, that a system directly the reverse of the above +mentioned process would be more certain of turning out the real article.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <br> + <p><b>Spare Us!</b></p> + <p>Nor only is everybody's attention directed towards Paris, but +the English Sparrows appear to be gradually Worming themselves into +public estimation. They have been picking away so vigorously, since +they were brought over here, that some of them are now able to pick +their way across Broadway, in the muddiest weather. In course of time, +we suppose the worms will disappear, and then, when these poor birds +have nothing else to pick, they will go out to pic-nics. Come, arouse +then, friends of the sparrow! Fetch out your bread and your grain, and +fear not that these little twitterers will ever over-burden the city.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Gourd of Honor(!)</b></p> + <p>The latest, and most important news from Spain is that SICKLES +has been furnished with a guard by the government.</p> + <p>Some things are managed better in Spain than in this country. +SICKLES should have been placed under guard, here, many a year ago, to +keep him out of mischief.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"Carpe Diem."</b></p> + <p>The following telegraphic item is a remarkable instance of the +exactness with which news can be transmitted by the submarine cable:</p> + <p>"LONDON, September 16. Mr. CHARLES REED, member of Parliament +for Hackney, to-day unveiled the monument to ALEXANDER DEFOE, at +Bunhill Fields. The monument in practically one to ROBINSON CRUSOE."</p> + <p>With the triffing exception of calling ROBINSON DEFOE +ALEXANDER DEFOE, (and that is a pardonable error, considering that +ALEXANDER SELKIRK was the prototype of DANIEL CRUSOE,) the above item +is perfectly satisfactory. All the more so, if one pays attention to +the date, and remembers that September 16 fell upon a FRIDAY.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>BY TELEGRAPH FROM VARIOUS PARTS OF THE WORLD.</b></p> + <p>[<b>Special Correspondence of Punchinello.</b>]</p> + <p>BERLIN, October 15.—In a conversation with King WILLIAM, +yesterday, he said that he relied upon the growing taste in Hoboken for +Bavarian beer to destroy the sympathy of the United States with the +French Republic.</p> + <p>METZ, October 12.—While examining the fortifications to-day +with BISMARCK, I lent him my cigar-holder, and he told me that Prussia +would refuse to entertain any propositions tending to peace until the +Schleswig-Holstein question was definitely settled.</p> + <p>STRASBOURG, October 14—Among the priceless volumes destroyed +in the library here, was a full set of ABBOTT'S NAPOLEON histories. +They were all presentation copies from the author, with autograph +inscriptions. The regret expressed at their destruction is deep-felt +and universal.</p> + <p>WINDSOR, Oct. 16th.—I came up to-day with VICTORIA from +Balmoral. She was engaged during most of the trip in reading HORACE +GREELEY'S "What I Know About Farming," with which she is much +delighted. She said she thought the satire was finer than SWIFT'S, and +wondered the people did not insist upon GREELEY'S being Governor.</p> + <p>ROME, Oct. 15.—Talking this morning with the Pope, who took +breakfast with me, His Holiness said he had accepted JAMES GORDON +BENNETT'S invitation to come to Washington Heights on a visit, and +wanted to know whether I thought he would be expected to wear his tiara +during meals. I told him that I thought it would not be obligatory.</p> + <p>DUBLIN, Oct. 16.—The Irish Republic was to-day proclaimed at +Cork, with GEORGE FRANCIS TRAIN as Emperor. The Fenians say they would +prefer a constitutional monarchy.</p> + <p>PARIS, Oct. 15.—General CLUSERET assured me to-day that though +Minister WASHBURNE speaks French better than a native, yet he has not +entirely forgotten what little English he used to know, and further, +that he is confident it is not that gentleman's intention to make +himself Dictator of France by a <i>coup d' état</i>.</p> + <p>LONG BRANCH, Oct. 22—While smoking to-day with GRANT, I asked +him what he thought of the European complication, and he answered with +a most expressive silence.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/25.jpg"> + <p><b>STAYING THE MARCH.</b></p> + <p><i>Liberty.</i> "HALT!"</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN IN GOTHAM.</b></p> + <p>The venerable "Lait Gustise" sees the Sights, under Perplexing +Difficulties.</p> + <p>The native borned Gothamite mite have notissed, a short time +since, a venerable lookin' ex-Statesman, dressed in a becomin' soot of +clothes and a slick lookin' white hat.</p> + <p>The a-four-said honest old man carried a bloo cotton umbreller +in one hand, and an acksminister carpet bag in t'other. He had jest +arroven to the meetropolis on a North River steambote. The reader has +probly gessed by this time, that the man in question was the subscriber.</p> + <p>If he hasen't so surmised, I would inform him that it was. +Jess so. Arrivin' at a well-known tavern, where hash is provided for +man and beast, I handed my carpet bag over the counter.</p> + <p>The clerk at the offis put on rather more airs than a Revenoo +offiser. In fact, he was so full of airs I got a vilent cold standin' +in his pressence.</p> + <p>"Shan't I take that anshient circus tent?" said he, pintin' to +my umbreller, "and lock it up in the safe?"</p> + <p>I made no reply to this onmanerly interogetory, but strikin' +an attitude of pain, give him one of those gazes which BEN BUTLER +allers makes tell, in tryin' criminal cases.</p> + <p>I looked at that clerk cross-eyed, and it made him squirm.</p> + <p>I wasen't blind—not much.</p> + <p>That clerk wanted to steel <i>that</i> umbreller, to send to +HORRIS GREELEY, so the Filosifer could keep the reign storms of Tammany +from spatterin' his white cote.</p> + <p>I understood his little dodge and nipped it.</p> + <p>"Snowball," said I, addressin' a dark skinned individual with +a white apern, while I was seated at the dinner table, "what in the +deuce makes all your dishes so small?"</p> + <p>"Dem is for one pusson, sah," said he. "Dat is an indiwidual +butter dish, sah. Dem is indiwidual vegetable dishes—and dat's an +indiwidual salt-cellar, sah," said he, pintin' to each piece of +crockery.</p> + <p>I was hungry, and the crockery was soon empty.</p> + <p>Seein' a platter of ice cream down the table aways, I got up +onto my feet, and havin' a good long arm, reached for it.</p> + <p>It was awful cold, and sot my stumps to achin'.</p> + <p>I got one holler tooth full of the stuff.</p> + <p>"Snowball," said I, "look here."</p> + <p>"Well, sah?" he replied.</p> + <p>"I've got my tooth full of that cold puddin'," said I, pintin' +to the dish; "please bring me an individual toothpick, so I can dig it +out." He vanished. I coulden't wait, so I undertook to dig it out with +my fork.</p> + <p>A man opposite me, who thot heed play smart, sent word to the +tavern-keeper that I was swollerin' his forks.</p> + <p>Up comes the tavern-keeper, and ketchin' holt of my cote +coller, shaked me out in the middle of the dinin'-room floor.</p> + <p>"What in thunder are you about?" says I.</p> + <p>"Old man," says he, "them forks cost $9.00 a dozen. How many +have you swallered?"</p> + <p>"Not a gol darned fork," hollered I as loud as I could screem. +Gittin' onto my feet, I pulled off my cote and vest, and if I didn't +make the fur fly, and give that 'ere tavern-keeper the nisest little +polishin' off mortal man ever become acquainted with, then I don't +understand the roodiments of the English prize ring.</p> + <p>At Central Park, that hily cultivated forrest, the sharpers +tried to chissel me.</p> + <p>Just as I approched the gate which leads into the Park, a +fansy lookin' feller with short hair and plad briches stopt me and +says: "Unkle, you'r fair."</p> + <p>"You're a man of excellent judgment," I replide; "I think I am +pooty good lookin' for a man of my years."</p> + <p>"You don't undertand me, sir," he agin said. "Come down with +your stamps."</p> + <p>"My which?" said I, turnin' a little red in the face.</p> + <p>"Your gate money," he replied, tryin' to shove me back. "We +charge $1.00 for goin' in here."</p> + <p>"You do, do you?" said I, wavin' my umbreller over his head +threatenin' manner. "When our goverment resooms speshie payment agin +maybe I'le send you a silver dollar with a hole into it, and maybe I +won't; it will depend a good deal on the pertater crop."</p> + <p>I was very much agitated. Pullin' out my silver watch I says: +"My sweet sented Plumbob, if you don't histe your butes away from that +gate in 2 seconds I'le bust your biler with this 'ere bunch of bones," +and I tickled the end of his probocis with my fist, as I gently rubbed +it under his smeller.</p> + <p>He saw heed caught a Tarter, in fact, a regular Tarter emetic, +and he slunk away rather sudden.</p> + <p>I had sent too many of such skinamelinks to the clay banks +when I was Gustice of the Peece to allow 'em to fool me much.</p> + <p>I visited WOOD'S Museum to see the wacks figgers and things.</p> + <p>The statutes of the 12 Apostles attracted my attention.</p> + <p>"And this," said a ministerial long-faced lookin' man, with a +white choker, "is the last supper.—What a sagacious eye has PETER +got—How doubtful THOMAS looks—MATTHEW is in deep thought, probly +thinkin' of the times he was a fisherman. What a <i>longin'</i> look +in that astoot eye," said he, nudgin' me with his gold-headed cane.</p> + <p>"Yes," said I, "he is probly <i>longin'</i> for that 'ere +dish of ham and eggs, in the middle of the table."</p> + <p>"Look at SIMON," he continered. "See! his eye rests upon his +rite hand, which is closed beside him on the table. His lips are parted +as if he was going to say—</p> + <p>"SIMON says thumbs up," I quickly replide, interruptin' him. I +diden't mean anything disrespectful to nobody, but that 'ere man flew +into a vilent rage.</p> + <p>"Can it be, that a soul so devoid of poetry lives in this +age?" said he. "My venerable friend, I blush for you—yes, I blush for +you, you are devoid of sentiment."</p> + <p>"Look here, Captin," said I, "you may be a good preacher and +all that sort of thing. Excuse me for sayin' it, you hain't a +BEECHER—Skarcely. H. WARD soots me—He is chock full of sentiment—at the +same time he can relish a joak ekal to the best of us. Mix a little +sunshine with that gloomy lookin' countenance of yours. Don't let +people of the world think they must draw down their faces and colaps, +because a man joaks about a lot of wacks figgers dressed up in 6 penny +caliker. Them's the kind of sentiment which ales me every time." Sayin' +which I storked contemptously out of the wacks figger department.</p> + <p>I shall remain a few days in the big city, friend PUNCHINELLO, +and if the citizens of New York insist on givin' me a reception at the +City Hall, I will submit to the sacrifice, especially if the vitels are +well cookt. Ewers on a scare up,</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,</p> + <p><i>Lait Gustice of the Peece.</i></p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">THE CENSUS ENUMERATOR'S PLAINT.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The +names that these newspapers call us</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are hardest of all to surmount,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They say Mayor HALL may o'erhaul +us;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He claims that our count is no +'count.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never had any such trouble</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In registering voters down +South,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I set every nigger down double</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And put the whites down in the +mouth.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But here they're so very exacting</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They kick up a row, don't you +know?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though under instructions we're +acting</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In playing our figures "for +low."</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I try to play Sharpe in these +matters,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I dodge all the bricks and +spittoons—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Curse that bull-dog! he's torn +to tatters</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The seat of my best pantaloons!)</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A tailor refused me admission,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And said he "vould shoot mit +his gun,"</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So I, out of Shear opposition,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Counted him and eight others +for one.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">While not in the habit of +swearing,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I can't but be slightly profane</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hear these New Yorkers +declaring</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their names have been taken in +vain.</span> </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>The most appropriate kind of dish on which to serve up +Horseflesh</b></p> + <p>A Charger.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/28.jpg"> + <p><b>SEVERE ON BYRON BUBBS.</b></p> + <p><i>Bubbs</i>. "DOES YOUR SISTER NETTIE EVER TALK ABOUT ME?"</p> + <p><i>Little Rose</i>. "OH, YES! I HEARD HER TELL MA, YESTERDAY, +YOU HAD SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NECK, SO LONG THAT IT WOULD DO TO TIE IN A +DOUBLE BOW-KNOT!"</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>BY GEORGE!</b></p> + <p>(<i>Concluded</i>.)</p> + <p>LAKE GEORGE, N. Y., Sept. 12.</p> + <p>DEAR PUNCHINELLO: "SLUKER," continued the long-haired man in +an absent-minded manner, "was a <i>corker</i>! there is no mistake +about that.</p> + <p>Like the Ghost at BOOTH'S, he was a terror to the peaceful +Hamlet. He was always getting up shindys without the slightest +provocation, and was evidently possessed of the unpleasant ambition, as +well as ability, to whale the entire township in detachments of one.</p> + <p>Things got to be so bad after a while that the bark was rubbed +off every tree in town on account of the people incontinently shinning +up them whenever SLUKER came in sight.</p> + <p>It was no unusual thing to see business entirely suspended for +hours, while SLUKER marched up and down the main street, whistling, +with his hands in his pockets, and every soul in the place, from the +minister down, roosting as high as they could get, six on a branch, +sometimes.</p> + <p>Matters went on in this way until one day a little incident +occurred that somewhat discouraged this gentle youth. He had just +returned from a discussion with a butcher, (from the effects of which +the latter now sleeps in the valley,) when a party of his +fellow-townsmen entered the store in which he was loafing, and ordered +a coil of half-inch rope from New York by the morning's train.</p> + <p>It was the Overland route that SLUKER took for California, and +when his aged mother heard that three eyes had been gouged out in one +day in the Golden City, she wept tears of joy. Her fond heart told her +that the perilous journey was over, and her darling boy was safe.</p> + <p>After ten years of a brilliant career he bethought him again +of the place of his birth. His heart yearned for the gentle +delights,—the heavy laden trees—of his boyhood's home. He said he must +go.</p> + <p>His friends said he must go, too. In fact they had already +appointed a select and vigilant Committee to see him safely on his way.</p> + <p>In some respects SLUKER came back an altered man. The stamp of +change was on his noble face, indeed it had been stamped on itself, +until it looked like a wax doll under a hot stove. But he still +retained his warlike spirit.</p> + <p>There was not so much chance of indulging it now, however. The +Fire Company had disbanded, and nearly every one had grown rich enough +to own a shot-gun. There was only one chance left.</p> + <p>He joined the Presbyterian Choir.</p> + <p>Not that he had much of a voice, though he used to play +'Comin' thro' the Rye' oh the fiddle sometimes, until he got it going <i>through +him</i> so much he couldn't draw a note.</p> + <p>Nobody would have taken them if he had.</p> + <p>Well, SLUKER had a pretty warm time of it in the Choir, and +enjoyed himself very much, until they got a new Organist who pitched +every thing in 'high C,' which was this young man's strong lead.</p> + <p>As the Choir always sang in G, of coarse, there was a row the +first Sunday, and it was generally understood that SLUKER was going to +fix MIDDLERIB that night.</p> + <p>When the evening service commenced, and the Choir was about to +begin, the congregation were startled by an ominous click in the +gallery, and looking up, they beheld SLUKER covering the Organist's +second shirt-stud with his revolver.</p> + <p>"Give us G, Mr. MIDDLERIB, if you please!" he said blandly.</p> + <p>But the pirate on the high C's refused to Gee, and Whoa was +the natural result.</p> + <p>The confusion that followed was terrible: SLUKER fired at +everybody. MIDDLERIB hit him with the music stool. The soprano was +thrown over the railing, and somebody turned off the gas.</p> + <p>In the ensuing darkness every one skirmished for themselves. +SLUKER took off his boots and hunted for MIDDLERIB in his stocking feet.</p> + <p>Suddenly he heard a single note on the 'high C.' He groped his +way to the keyboard, but there was no one there.</p> + <p>The solution rushed upon him,—MIDDLERIB must be <i>in</i> the +organ.</p> + <p>He crept round to the handle and bore his weight on it.</p> + <p>It was too true; the unhappy wretch had cut a hole in the +bellows and crawled in. But for his ruling passion he would have +escaped.</p> + <p>There were a few muffled groans as the handle slowly descended +upon the doomed man, and as the breath rushed out of his body into his +favorite pipe, the wild 'high C of agony that ran through the sacred +edifice told them that all was over.</p> + <p>Let us draw a vail over the horrid picture."</p> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">* +* +* +* *</span><br> + <p>I was very much interested in this story, very much indeed, +and so I jostled the long-haired man—who was about falling asleep—and +asked him if anything was done to this wicked SLUKER.</p> + <p>He looked at me reproachfully. "What's the matter with you, my +friend?" he said, in the same melancholy voice. "Don't you know who I +am? I write for the <i>Ledger</i>, and whenever 'I draw a vail, etc.,' +that ends it, that does!"</p> + <p>As we stepped from the steamer to the landing, I observed a +youth of about six summers dressed in the most elaborately agonizing +manner. He had two Schutzenfest targets in his cuffs; in one hand he +held an enormous cane, in the other a cigar, and through an eyeglass he +gazed at the ankles on the gang-plank with an air of patient weariness +with this slow old world that was very touching.</p> + <p>"Where," I exclaimed as I surveyed this show-card of a fast +generation, "O! where have our <i>children</i> vanished? Take from +childhood the sparkling water of its purity—the sugar of its innocent +affections—its ardent but refreshing spirits—and what, ah! what have we +left?"</p> + <p>"Nothing," said the melancholy voice at my elbow. "Absolutely +nothing save the mint and the straw!"</p> + <p>And he was right, my dear PUNCHINELLO, he was right.</p> + <p>SAGINAW DODD.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"SOLEMN SILENCE."</b></p> + <p>Perhaps very few persons—and especially very few members of +the Republican party—are aware that a monument to ABRAHAM LINCOLN has +at last been completed, and that it has been placed on the site +allotted for it in Union Square. It is very creditable to the +Republican Party that they exercised such control over their feelings +when the day for unveiling the LINCOLN Monument arrived. Some parties +might have made a demonstration on the occasion of post-mortuary honors +being accorded to a leader whom they professed to worship while he +lived, and whom they demi-deified after his death. No such extravagant +folly can be laid at the door of the Republican Party. "Let bygones be +bygones" is their motto. They allowed their "sham ABRAHAM," in heroic +bronze, to be hoisted on to his pedestal in Union Square in solitude +and silence. That was commendable. A live ass is better than a dead +lion; and so the Republican Party, who consider themselves very much +alive, went to look after their daily thistles and left their dead lion +in charge of a policeman.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE PLAYS AND SHOWS.</b></p> + <p><img alt="L" align="left" src="images/29.jpg">OTTA is lithe; +(which is alliterative,) pretty, piquant, and addicted to the banjo. +The latter characteristic is inseparable from her. In whatever +situation the dramatist may place her, whether in a London drawing-room +or a Cockney kitchen, whether on an Algerian battle-field or in a +California mining-camp, she is certain to produce the inevitable banjo, +and to sing the irrepressible comic song. In fact, her plays are +written not for LOTTA, but for LOTTA'S banjo. The dramatist takes the +presence of the banjo as the central fact of his drama, and weaves his +plot around it. His play is made on the model of that celebrated drama +written to introduce Mr. CRUMMLES'S pump and tubs. Thus does he +preserve the sacred unity of LOTTA and the banjo.</p> + <p><i>Heart's Ease</i>—in which she is now playing at NIBLO'S +Garden, is plainly born of the banjo, and lives for that melodious +instrument alone. The author said to himself, "A California mining-camp +would be a nice place for a banjo solo." Wherefore he conceived the +camp, with a chorus of red-shirted miners. Wherefore too, he created a +comic Yankee who should be eccentric enough to bring a banjo to the +camp, and a lover who should be charmed by its touching strains. It +required a prologue and three acts to enable him to successfully +introduce the banjo. In a somewhat condensed form, these acts and this +prologue are here set forth.</p> + <p>PROLOGUE. <i>A seedy husband who is audaciously palmed upon +the public as a Reasoning Animal is discovered in a London garret, with +a healthy-looking wife, in a rapid consumption</i>.</p> + <p>REASONING ANIMAL. "I loved you, my dear, and therefore brought +you from a comfortable home to this dreary garret. I cannot bear to +leave you, so I will go out for a walk." (<i>The bell rings, and the +wife's mother, brother and family physician enter.</i>)</p> + <p>MOTHER. "You must leave your husband and come home and live +with us."</p> + <p>BROTHER. "Of course you must. You need not hesitate about a +little thing like that. Go into the other room and consult the Doctor. +Here comes your husband." (<i>Re-enter</i> REASONING ANIMAL.)</p> + <p>REASONING ANIMAL. "Her berrotherr! Herre!"</p> + <p>BROTHER, "Yes. You can't support your wife. The Doctor says +she needs nice parties and other necessaries of life. Give her to us, +and go to California."</p> + <p>REASONING ANIMAL. "I will. Bring her here till I embrace her. (<i>She +is brought.</i>) Farewell, my dear. I will go and make my fortune."</p> + <p>WIFE. "Take our little girl with you."</p> + <p>REASONING ANIMAL. "I will, for she needs a mother's care. +Good-bye! Leave me to weep and wash the baby's face and hands alone."</p> + <p>ACT I.—<i>Scene, a California mining-camp. Various miners of +assorted nationalities—one of each—hard at work lying on the ground.</i></p> + <p>1ST MINER. "I want more whiskey."</p> + <p>CHORUS. "So do we."</p> + <p>2ND MINER. "MAY WILDROSE won't sell any more."</p> + <p>CHORUS. "But she gives it to her lover."</p> + <p>3RD MINER. "He looks clean; he must have found a nugget. Let's +kill him."</p> + <p>4TH MINER. "Sh—we will." (<i>Enter</i> MAY WILDROSE—<i>which +her name it is</i> MISS LOTTA.)</p> + <p>MAY. "Here comes my darling LIONEL. Let me get you some +brandy, love."</p> + <p>LIONEL. "Certainly, my dear. How full of forethought is a true +woman's love!"</p> + <p>CHORUS of MINERS. "She gives it to him, but not to us. Beware, +young woman, or we will go back on you."</p> + <p>MAY. "No you won't. My father earns a laborious living by +making me keep a whiskey shop. We have a monopoly of the business, and +you will have to buy of us, whether you like it or not. Get out of my +sight, or I'll lick the whole boiling of you." (<i>They fly, and she +returns to the parental whiskey shop.</i>)</p> + <p>LIONEL. "Night is coming on. I will go among the rocks; why, I +don't know, but still I will go." (<i>Goes. Three miners follow and +attack him.</i>)</p> + <p>LIONEL. "Save me, somebody."</p> + <p>MAY. <i>Appearing suddenly with a revolver</i>—"You bet." (<i>She +shoots the miners and brings down the curtain triumphantly.</i>)</p> + <p>ACT II.—<i>Scene—the whiskey shop of the</i> REASONING +ANIMAL.—LIONEL <i>asleep on a bed evidently borrowed from some +boarding-house—since it is several feet too short for him</i>.—MAY <i>engaged +in peeling potatoes.—Enter</i> REASONING ANIMAL.</p> + <p>REASONING ANIMAL. "My daughter! I see you are passionately in +love with LIONEL. Therefore, as I know him to be a fine young fellow, +you must never see him more." (<i>Enter</i> COMIC YANKEE.)</p> + <p>COMIC YANKEE. "Here's your new banjo, Miss MAY. Play us +something comic and depressing."</p> + <p>MAY. "Thank Heaven, I can get at the banjo at last" (<i>Plays +and is encored a dozen times.</i>)</p> + <p>COMIC YANKEE. "Miss MAY, you must go and take a walk." (<i>She +goes.</i>) "LIONEL, you are well enough to leave this ranche. Get up +and get."</p> + <p>LIONEL. "Farewell, beloved whiskey shop. Tell MAY I am going +to leave her, and give her my sketches. If she once looks at them, she +can love me no longer." (<i>Goes out to slow music. Re-enter</i> MAY.)</p> + <p>MAY. "The wretch has left me without a word. I will bury his +infamous sketches under the floor. They may frighten away the rats." (<i>Pulls +up the floor and finds an immense nugget. Her father rushes in to see +it. Two miners also see it and try to raise it. They are promptly seen +and called by</i> MAY, <i>who shoots one and holds the pistol pointed +at the other, while the curtain slowly falls.</i>)</p> + <p>ACT III.—<i>Scene, a London drawing-room. Enter</i> MAY, <i>gorgeously +dressed. Also her father, who has forgotten all about his wife, and also</i> +LIONEL <i>and the</i> COMIC YANKEE.</p> + <p>COMIC YANKEE. "Let us sing."</p> + <p>MAY. "Come on, old hoss." (<i>They sing and dance for an hour, +such being the pleasant custom of fashionable London society.</i>)</p> + <p>MAY. "Miss CLARA! I understand you are engaged to marry +LIONEL, and that if you marry anybody else you lose your dower of +twenty thousand pounds. Sell LIONEL to me, and I will give you a check +for the amount."</p> + <p>CLARA. "Thanks, noble stranger, there is the receipt. Hand +over the money."</p> + <p>LIONEL. "Dearest MAY, as you must have a pretty large bank +account, to be able to draw checks for twenty thousand pounds, I am +quite sure I love you."</p> + <p>MAY. "Come to my arms. Now then, everybody, how is that for +high!" (<i>Slow curtain, relieved by eccentric gymnastics by the</i> +COMIC YANKEE.)</p> + <p>BOY IN THE AUDIENCE. "Pa! isn't that splendid?"</p> + <p>DISCRIMINATING PARENT. "What! How! Who! Where am I? O, to be +sure, I came to see <i>Heart's Ease</i>, and to take my evening nap. +Did LOTTA play the banjo?"</p> + <p>BOY. "O didn't she just. She played and sung dead loads of +times."</p> + <p>DISCRIMINATING PARENT. "I have had a sweet nap. My son, I +think I can now risk taking you to the minstrels. If I slept through +this, I could feel reasonably sure of sleeping through even the dark +conundrums and sentimental colored ballads. There is only a shade of +difference between the two styles of performance, and that slight shade +is only burnt cork."</p> + <p>MATADOR.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Mural Decorations in Rome.</b></p> + <p>The "dead walls" of Rome, as we learn from the telegrams, were +lately placarded with immense posters proclaiming the Italian Republic.</p> + <p>Rome being an "Eternal City," we were not previously aware +that any of her walls were dead. If they are, however, it may be that +the posters of the posters referred to took that method of bringing +them to life again, which may be looked on as a <i>post mortem</i> +proceeding.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/30.jpg"> + <p><b>THE RETORT COURTEOUS.</b></p> + <p><i>Newly-arrived Briton.</i> "ENGLISH SPARROWS?—IMPOSSIBLE. +WHY, THEY CHIRP THROUGH THEIR LITTLE NOSES LIKE WEGULAR YANKEES."</p> + <p><i>Park-Keeper.</i> "WELL, I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT TAKES TWO MEN +AND A CART, EVERY DAY TO REMOVE THE 'Hs' DROPPED BY THEM ABOUT THE +PARK."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>OUR PORTFOLIO.</b></p> + <p>PARIS, FIRST WEEK OF THE REPUBLIC, 1870.</p> + <p>DEAR PUNCHINELLO: Things are becoming so mixed here that I am +thinking of retiring to Tours with the other tourists. The city is all +on the go—that is to say, the non-combatants are all going out of it as +fast as possible.</p> + <p>GAMBETTA left here the early part of the week, and it was +better for him that he should. I wouldn't give a <i>sou</i> for any of +these republicans if they chance to fall into the clutches of King +WILLIAM. It is reported that he has issued an order for the +strangulation of all French children between the ages of three and +five, in reprisal for the treacherous blowing up of Germans at Laon.</p> + <p>BISMARCK has requested the privilege of cooking ROCHEFORT'S +mutton for him, should he be taken alive when Paris falls. What he +means by "cooking his mutton" has not yet transpired, but it is +gloomily vaticinated that he intends to boil him down. ROCHEFORT mutton +with caper sauce ought to satisfy the epicurean taste of BISMARCK, +especially as ROCHEFORT would cease his caperings from that hour. Late +last night there was an alarm in the city that the whole Prussian army +was at Noisy-le-Sec. As you may have suspected, a noisy demonstration +followed this announcement.</p> + <p>I got out of bed, rang the bell, and requested the <i>concierge</i> +to bring me an auger. The man looked a little astonished at what he +undoubtedly considered a strange request.</p> + <p>For a man to get out of bed in the middle of the night and +call for an auger, was indeed a trifle peculiar. When he brought it, I +increased his astonishment by proceeding to bore a hole through the top +of my trunk.</p> + <p>"<i>C'est un imbécile</i>," said the concierge, +retreating a step or two.</p> + <p>"Not much," I retorted, boring away with renewed vigor. +Presently the orifice was made. Into it I thrust an Alpen stock which +had accompanied me in many a toilsome march through Switzerland, and +lifting the lid, took from the cradle of the trunk a star-spangled +banner made of silk, which had been presented to me by the Young Men's +Christian Association of New York, prior to my departure for Europe, as +a token of their esteem for my services in the capacity of a "reformed +drunkard." I fastened the flag to the stock, put my boots, clothes and +other valuables on top of the trunk, and in a voice intended to express +my defiance of King WILLIAM and his German Lagerheads, spoke these +words:</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 1.25em;">Wave fearless, there, thou standard sheet!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">That Yankee trunk and all it +holds</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.25em;">(Though Prussian hirelings +throng each street)</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">Is safe beneath thy starry +folds!</span> </div> + <p>Saying which I dismissed the humiliated <i>concierge</i>, +took a drink, blew out the <i>bougie</i>, and sank into the arms of +"Tired nature's sweet restorer."</p> + <p>Instances like the above are quite common among Americans in +Paris. It was only the other day at the dépôt of the <i>Chemin +de fer du Nord</i> that I saw a sick Bostonian sitting on his trunk +outside the gates, waiting for a chance to get into the train, with a +Skye-terrier between his legs wrapped in the American flag. You easily +get accustomed to such sights, and don't think anything about them.</p> + <p>Yesterday I called at the office of the American Minister. I +gave the porter my card, and asked if "WASH." was in. He eyed me +strangely. (Most people when they first see me generally do. I have +thought sometimes that a certificate of good character posted +conspicuously about my person would obviate this—but as they say here, "<i>n' +importe</i>.")</p> + <p>"I'll see," said the porter, in reply to my question. He +walked off, taking with him the door mat, an umbrella that stood in the +hall, four coats and three hats that hung on the rack, besides numerous +other small portable articles of <i>vertu</i> that would have come +handy for a professional "lifter."</p> + <p>I did not consider this movement a reflection upon my +character, for it seemed but appropriate that he should do it. "What," +said I to myself, "are porters for, but to remove portable articles?"</p> + <p>"WASH" was in, and fortunately for me, too, as I obtained a +bit of news that has not yet been printed in the cable dispatches from +"Private Sources."</p> + <p>It came by letter from General FORSYTH, SHERIDAN'S +aide-de-camp and Lord High Chamberlain, and was to the effect that +SHERIDAN had not tasted a drop of whiskey or uttered an oath since +landing in Germany. WASH, asked me to communicate the fact to you with +the request that you would forward it to the "Society for the +Encouragement of Practical Piety" at Boston. He also told me that, +between looking after German interests in Paris and receiving ovations +from enthusiastic mobs, he didn't think he could do justice to his +salary.</p> + <p>"WASH," says I, "it isn't so much that, as it is that the +salary doesn't do justice to you. If that's the case speak right out; +PUNCHINELLO can fix it for you." This took WASH. so suddenly that he +couldn't speak, but his eyes were running over with language. Don't +move in the matter, however, till you hear from me again, when I shall +have something more to tell you about the march of the Prussians to +this capital, and the capital march I propose to make out of it.</p> + <p>Yours, in a revolutionary state, DICK TINTO.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">NEW PUBLICATIONS.</p> + <p>MONSIEUR SYLVESTRE. By GEORGE SAND. Boston: ROBERTS BROTHERS.</p> + <p>A welcome version of one of Madame DUDEVANT'S novels, well +rendered into English by Mr. F.G. SHAW. 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The paper will be sent from the first +number, (April 2d, 1870,) when not otherwise ordered.<br> + <br> +Postage of paper is payable at the office where received, twenty cents +per year, or five cents per quarter, in advance; the CHROMOS will be <i>mailed +free</i> on receipt of money.<br> + <br> +CANVASSERS WANTED, to whom liberal commissions will be given. For +special terms address the Company.<br> + <br> +The first ten numbers will be sent to any one desirous of seeing the +paper before subscribing, for SIXTY CENTS. A specimen copy sent to any +one desirous of canvassing or getting up a club, on receipt of postage +stamp.<br> + <br> +Address,<br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING CO.,</span><br> + <br> +P.O. Box 2783. No. 83 Nassau Street, New York.<br> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><big>A. T. Stewart & Co.</big></big></p> + <p>Have made large additions to their stock of Five-Frame</p> + <p><big><span style="font-weight: bold;">ENGLISH BRUSSELS,</span></big><br> +$1.75 per yard.</p> + <p><span style="font-weight: bold;">English Brussels,</span><br> +Confined Styles, $2 per yard.</p> + <p>Very Best Quality<br> + <big><span style="font-weight: bold;">ENGLISH TAPESTRY BRUSSELS</span></big><br> +$1.30 per yard.</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big>FRENCH MOQUETTES</big></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big>AND</big></p> + <p><big>AXMINSTERS</big><br> +$3.50 and $4 per yard.</p> + <p><big style="font-weight: bold;">ROYAL WILTONS,</big><br> +Best Quality, $2.60 and $3 per yard.</p> + <p><big style="font-weight: bold;">CROSSLEY'S VELVETS,</big><br> +Choice Designs, $2.50 per yard.</p> + <p>And they are receiving by each and every steamer,</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">NOVELTIES,</p> + <p>as they appear.</p> + <p>Superfine Ingrains, 3-Plys.</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">English and Domestic<br> +OILCLOTHS, RUGS, MATS, ETC.,</p> + <p><small>At Reduced Prices.</small></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">BROADWAY,</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">4TH AVE., 9TH AND 10TH STREETS.</p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<table width="800" align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" + cellspacing="0"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td rowspan="2" width="66%"> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/32.jpg"> + <p><i>Butcher</i>, "HA! I SHOULD LIKE TO CATCH THE DOG THAT +PLAYED ME THAT 'ERE TRICK!—I'D BULLETIN HIM!"</p> + </center> + </td> + <td align="center"> + <p><small><small>"THE PRINTING HOUSE OF THE UNITED STATES"</small></small><br> + <small>AND</small><br> + <small><small>"THE UNITED STATES ENVELOPE MANUFACTORY."</small></small></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big>GEORGE F. NESBITT & CO</big></p> + <p>1<span style="font-weight: bold;">63, 165, 167, 169 Pearl St., +& 73,75,77,79 Pine St.,</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">New York.</span></p> + <p>Execute all kinds of<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PRINTING,</span></p> + <p>Furnish all kinds of<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">STATIONERY,</span></p> + <p>Make all kinds of<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLANK BOOKS,</span></p> + <p>Execute the finest styles of<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">LITHOGRAPHY</span></p> + <p>Make the Best and Cheapest <span style="font-weight: bold;">ENVELOPES</span> +Ever offered to the Public.</p> + <p><small>They have made all the prepaid Envelopes for the United +States Post-Office Department for the past 16 years, and have +INVARIABLY BEEN THE LOWEST BIDDERS. Their Machinery is the most +complete, rapid and economical known in the trade.</small></p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <p><small>Travelers West and South-West Should bear in mind that +the</small></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">ERIE RAILWAY IS BY FAR THE +CHEAPEST, QUICKEST, AND MOST COMFORTABLE ROUTE,</p> + <p><small>Making Direct and Sure Connection at CINCINNATI, with +all Lines</small></p> + <p><small>By Rail or River</small></p> + <p>For <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br> +NEW ORLEANS, LOUISVILLE, MEMPHIS, ST. LOUIS, VICKSBURG, NASHVILLE, +MOBILE</span><br> +And All Points South and South-west.</p> + <p><small>It's DRAWINGS-ROOM and SLEEPING COACHES on all Express +Trains, running through to Cincinnati without chance, are the most +elegant and spacious used upon any Road in this country, being fitted +up in the most elaborate manner, and having every modern improvement +introduced for the comfort of its patrons; running upon the BROAD +GUAGE; revealing scenery along the Line unequalled upon this Continent, +and rendering a trip over the ERIE, one of the delights and pleasures +of this life not to be forgotten.</small></p> + <p><small>By applying at the Offices of the Erie Railway Co., +Nos. 241, 529 and 957 Broadway, 205 Chambers St.; 38 Greenwich St.; +cor. 125th St. and Third Avenue, Harlem; 338 Fulton St., Brooklyn: +Depots foot of Chambers Street, and foot of 23d St., New York; and the +Agents at the principal hotels, travelers can obtain just the Ticket +they desire, as well as all the necessary information.</small></p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td colspan="2"> + <center> + <p><small><span style="font-weight: bold;">PRANG'S LATEST +PUBLICATIONS:</span> "Joy of Autumn," "Prairie Flowers," "Lake George," +"West Point."<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PRANG'S CHROMOS</span> sold in +all Art Stores throughout the world.<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PRANG'S ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE</span> +sent free on receipt of stamp.</small></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><small>L. PRANG & CO., Boston.</small></p> + </center> + </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="width: 50%;"> + <div style="text-align: center;"> <big><big><big><span + style="font-weight: bold;">PUNCHINELLO.</span></big></big></big><br> + <br> + <small>With a large and varied experience in the management and +publication of a paper of the class herewith submitted, and with the +still more positive advantage of an Ample Capital to justify the +undertaking, the</small><br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING CO</span>.<br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">OF THE CITY OF NEW YORK,</span><br> + <br> +Presents to the public for approval, the new<br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">ILLUSTRATED HUMOROUS AND +SATIRICAL</span><br> + <br> + <small><span style="font-weight: bold;">WEEKLY PAPER,</span></small><br> + <br> + <big><big><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUNCHINELLO,</span></big></big><br> + <br> +The first number of which was issued under<br> +date of April 2.<br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">ORIGINAL ARTICLES,</span><br> + <br> + <div style="text-align: center;"> Suitable for the paper, and +Original Designs,, or suggestive ideas or sketches for illustrations, +upon the topics of the day, are always acceptable and will be paid for +liberally.<br> + <br> +Rejected communications cannot be returned, unless postage stamps are +inclosed. </div> + </div> + <div style="text-align: center;"> <br> +TERMS:<br> + <br> +One copy, per year, in advance ....................... $4.00<br> + <br> +Single copies .......................................... .10<br> + <br> +A specimen copy will be mailed free upon the receipt of ten cents.<br> + <br> +One copy, with the Riverside Magazine, or any other<br> +magazine or paper, price, $2.50, for ................. 5.50<br> + <br> +One copy, with any magazine or paper, price, $4, for 7.00 </div> + <br> + <div style="text-align: center;"> All communications, +remittances, etc., to be addressed to<br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING CO.,</span><br> + <br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">No 83 Nassau Street,</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <br style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">P. O. Box, 2783. NEW YORK.</span> + </div> + </td> + <td style="text-align: center;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><big>HARPER'S PERIODICALS.<br> + <br> + </big></big></p> + <p>The periodicals which the Harpers publish are almost ideally +well edited.—<i>The Nation, N. Y.</i></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><br> +HARPER'S WEEKLY.</big></p> + <p>The best and most interesting illustrated newspaper. —<i>N. Y. +Sun.</i></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><br> +HARPER'S BAZAR.</big></p> + <p>A REPOSITORY OF FASHION, PLEASURE, AND INSTRUCTION.</p> + <p>The young lady who buys a single number of HARPER'S BAZAR is +made subscriber for life.—<i>N. Y. Evening Post.<br> + <br> + </i></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big>HARPER'S MAGAZINE.</big></p> + <p>The most popular Monthly in the world.—<i>N. Y. Observer.</i></p> + <p>The Best Monthly Periodical, not in this country alone, but in +the English language.—<i>The Press</i>, Phila.</p> + <br> + <p>Terms for HARPER'S MAGAZINE, WEEKLY, and BAZAR.</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">Harper's Magazine, One Year $4.00</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">Harper's Weekly, One Year $4.00</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">Harper's Bazar, One Year $4.00</p> + <br> + <p><small>HARPER'S MAGAZINE, HARPER'S WEEKLY, and HARPER'S BAZAR, +to one address, for one year, $10.00; or any two for $7.00,</small></p> + <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">Address, HARPER & BROTHERS, New +York.</p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<br> +<center> GEO. 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