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KERR.</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">CHAPTER XXV.</p> + <p>THE SKELETON IS MCLAUGHLIN'S CLOSET.</p> + <p>Night, spotted with stars, like a black leopard, crouched once +more upon Bumsteadville, and her one eye to be seen in profile, the +moon, glared upon the helpless place with something of a cat's +nocturnal stare of glassy vision for a stupefied mouse. Midnight had +come with its twelve tinkling drops more of opiate, to deepen the +stupor of all things almost unto death, and still the light shone +luridly through the window-curtains of Mr. BUMSTEAD'S room, and still +the lonely musician sat stiffly at a dinner-table spread for three, +whereof only a goblet, a curious antique black bottle, a bowl of sugar, +a saucer of lemon-slices, a decanter of water, and a saucer of cloves +appeared to have been used by the solitary diner.</p> + <p>Unconscious that, through the door ajar at his back, a pair of +vigilant human orbs were upon him, the ritualistic organist, who was in +very low spirits, drew an emaciated and rather unsteady hand repeatedly +across his perspiring brow, and talked in deep bass to himself.</p> + <p>"He came in, af'r' bein' brisgly walked up'n-down the turnpike +by PENDRAGON, and slammed himself down-'n-that-chair," ran the +soliloquy, with a ghostly nod towards an opposite chair, drawn back +from the table. "'Inebrious boy!' says I, sternly, 'how-are-y'-now?' He +said 'Poorawell;' 'n' wen' down on-er-floor fas'hleep! I w's +scan'l'ized.—Whowoonbe?—I took m' umbrella 'n' thrashed 'm with it, +remarking 'F'shame! waygup! mis'able boy! 's poorysight-f'r-'nuncle-t' +see-'s-nephew-'n-this-p'litical-c'ndit'n.'—H'slep on; 'n' 't last I +picked up him, 'n' umbrella, 'n' took 'm out t' some cool place +t'shleep't off. <i>Where'd'</i> I take him? Thashwazmarrer—<i>where'd'</i> +I leave'm?"</p> + <p>Repeating this question to himself, with an almost frenzied +intensity, the gloomy victim of a treacherous memory threw an unearthly +stare of bloodshot questioning all over the room, and, after a swaying +motion or two of the upper half of his body, pitched forward, with his +forehead crashing upon the table. Instantly recovering himself, and +starting to rub his head, he as suddenly checked that palliative +process by a wild run to his feet and a hideous bellow.</p> + <p>"<i>I r'memb'r, now!</i>" he ejaculated, walking excitedly at +a series of obtuse angles all over the apartment. +"Got-'t-knockedinto-m'-head-'t-last. Pauper bur'l ground—J. +M'GLAUGHLIN. Down'n cellar—cool placefa' man's tight—lef' m' umbrella +there by m'stake—go'n' get't thishmin't—"</p> + <p>Managing, after several inaccurate aims at the doorway, to +plunge into the adjacent bedroom, he presently reappeared from thence, +veering hard-aport, with a lighted lantern in his right hand. Then, +circuitously approaching the neglected dining-table, he grasped with +his disengaged digits at the antique black bottle, missed it, went all +the way around the board before he could stop himself, clutched and +missed again, went clear around once more, and finally effected the +capture. "Th 'peared t' be two," he muttered, placing the prize in one +of his pockets; and, with a triumphant stride, made for the half-open +hall-door through which the eyes had been watching him.</p> + <p>The owner of those eyes, and of a surprising head of florid +hair, had barely time to draw back into the shadow of the corridor and +notice an approaching face like that of one walking in his sleep, when +the clove-eater swung disjointedly by him, with jingling lantern, and +went fiercely bumping down the stairway. Closely, without sound, +followed the watcher, and the two, like man and shadow, went out from +the house into the quarry of the moon-eyed black leopard.</p> + <p>Fully bound now in the sinister spell of the spice of the +Molucca islands, Mr. BUMSTEAD had regained that condition of his duplex +existence to which belonged the disposition he had made of his +lethargic nephew and alpaca umbrella on that confused Christmas night; +and with such realization of a distinct duality came back to him at +least a partial recollection of where he had put the cherished two. +Finding Mr. E. DROOD rather overcome by the more festive features of +the meal,—notwithstanding his walk at midnight with Mr. PENDRAGON,—he +had allowed his avuncular displeasure thereat to betray itself in a +threshing administered with the umbrella. Observing that the young man +still slept beside the chair from which he fell, he had ultimately, and +with the umbrella still under his arm raised the dishevelled nephew +head-downward in his arms, and impatiently conveyed him from the heated +room and house to the coolest retreat he could think of. There +depositing him, and, in his hurry, the umbrella also, to sleep off, +under reviving atmospheric influences, the unseemly effect of the +evening's banquet, he had gone back on both sides of the road to his +boarding-house, and, with his boots upon the pillow, sunk into an +instantaneous sleep of unfathomable depth. Dreaming, towards morning, +that he was engaging a large boa-constrictor in single combat, and +struggling energetically to restrain the ferocious reptile from getting +into his boots, he had suddenly awakened, with a crash, upon the +floor—to miss his umbrella and nephew, to forget where he had put them, +and to fly to Gospeler's Gulch with incoherent charges of larceny and +manslaughter. All this he could now vaguely recall, his present +psychological condition, or trance-state, being the same as then; and +was going entrancedly back to the hiding-place where, with the best of +motives, he had forgetfully left the two objects dearest to him in life.</p> + <p>On, then, proceeded the Ritualistic organist in the tawny +light of the black leopard's eye: his stealthy follower trailing +closely after in the shade of the roadside trees where the star-spotted +leopard's black paws were plunged deepest. On he went, in zig-zag +profusion of steps and occasional high skips over incidental shadows of +branches which he for snakes, until the Pauper Burial Ground was +reached, and MCLAUGHLIN'S hidden subterranean retreat therein attained. +It was the same weird spot to which he had been brought by Old +MORTARITY on the wintry night of their unholy exploring party; and, +without appearing to be surprised that the entrance to the excavation +was open, he eagerly descended by the rickety step-ladder, and held +himself steady by the latter while throwing the light of his lantern +around the mouldy walls.</p> + <p>His immediate hiccup, provoked by the dampness of the +situation, was answered by a groan, which, instead of being solid, was +very hollow; and, as he peered vivaciously forward behind his extended +lantern, there advanced from a far corner—O, woeful man! O, thrice +unhappy uncle!—the spectral figure of the missing EDWIN DROOD!</p> + <p>After a moment's inspection of the apparition, which paused +terribly before him with hand hidden in breast, Mr. BUMSTEAD placed his +lantern upon a step of the ladder, drew and profoundly labiated his +antique black bottle, thoughtfully crunched a couple of cloves from +another pocket—staring stonily all the while—and then addressed the +youthful shade:—</p> + <p>"Where's th' umbrella?"</p> + <p>"Monster of forgetfulness! murderer of memory!" spoke the +spirit, sternly. "In this, the last rough resting place of the +impecunious dead, do you dare to discuss commonplace topics with one of +the departed? Look at me, uncle, clove-befogged, and shrink appalled +from the dread sight, and pray for mercy."</p> + <p>"Ishthis prop'r language t' address-t'-y'r-relative?" inquired +Mr. BUMSTEAD, in a severely reproachful manner.</p> + <p>"Relative!" repeated the apparition, sepulchrally. "What sort +of relative is he, who, when his sister's orphaned son is sleeping at +his feet, conveys the unconscious orphan, head downward, through a +midnight tempest, to a place like this, and leaves him here, and then +forgets where he has put him?"</p> + <p>"I give't up," said the organist, after a moment's +consideration.</p> + <p>"The answer is: he's a dead-beat." continued the young ghost, +losing his temper. "And what, JOHN BUMSTEAD, did you do with my oroide +watch and other jewels?"</p> + <p>"Musht've spilt'm on the road here," returned the musing +uncle, faintly remembering that they had been found upon the turnpike, +shortly after Christmas, by Gospeler SIMPSON. "Are you dead, EDWIN?"</p> + <p>"Did you not bury me here alive, and close the opening to my +tomb, and go away and charge everybody with my murder?" asked the +spectre, bitterly. "O, uncle, hard of head and paralyzed in +recollection! is it any good excuse for sacrificing my poor life, that, +in your cloven state, you put me down a cellar, like a pan of milk, and +then could not remember where you'd put me? And was it noble, then, to +go to her whom you supposed had been my chosen bride, and offer wedlock +to her on your own account?"</p> + <p>"I was acting as y'r-executor, EDWIN," explained the uncle. "I +did ev'thing forth' besht."</p> + <p>"And does the sight of me fill you with no terror, no remorse, +unfeeling man?" groaned the ghost.</p> + <p>"Yeshir," answered Mr. BUMSTEAD, with sudden energy. "Yeshir. +I'm r'morseful on 'count of th' umbrella. Who-d'-y'-lend-'t-to?"</p> + <p>It is an intellectual characteristic of the more advanced +degrees of the clove-trance, that, while the tranced individual can +perceive objects, even to occasional duplexity, and hear remarks more +or less distinctly, neither objects nor remarks are positively +associated by him with any perspicuous idea. Thus, while the +Ritualistic organist had a blurred perception of his nephew's +conversational remains, and was dimly conscious that the tone of the +supernatural remarks addressed to himself was not wholly +congratulatory, he still presented a physical and moral aspect of dense +insensibility.</p> + <p>Momentarily nonplussed by such unheard-of calmness under a +ghostly visitation, the apparition, without changing position, allowed +itself to roll one inquiring eye towards the opening above the +step-ladder, where the moonlight revealed an attentive head of red +hair. Catching the glance, the head allowed a hand belonging to it to +appear at the opening and motion downward.</p> + <p>"Look there, then," said the intelligent ghost to its uncle, +pointing to the ground near its feet.</p> + <p>Mr. BUMSTEAD, rousing from a brief doze, glanced indifferently +towards the spot indicated; but, in another instant, was on his knees +beside the undefined object he there beheld. A keen, breathless +scrutiny, a frenzied clutch with both hands, and then he was upon his +feet again, holding close to the lantern the thing he had found.</p> + <p>The barred light shone on a musty skeleton, to which still +clung a few mouldy shreds left by the rats; and only the celebrated +bone handle identified it as what had once been the maddened finder's +idolized Alpaca Umbrella.</p> + <p>"Aha!" twitted the apparition, "then you have some heart left, +JOHN BUMSTEAD?"</p> + <p>"Heart!" moaned the distracted organist, fairly kissing the +dear remains, and restored to perfect speech and comprehension by the +awful shock. "I had one, but it is broken now!—Allie, my long-lost +Allie!" he continued, tenderly apostrophizing the skeleton, "do we meet +thus at last again?—</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">'What +thought is folded in thy leaves!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">What tender thought, what +speechless pain!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.25em;">I hold thy faded lips to mine,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">Thou darling of the April +rain!'</span> </div> + <p>Where is thine old familiar alpaca dress, my Allie? Where is +the canopy that has so often sheltered thy poor master's head from the +storm? Gone! gone! and through my own forgetfulness!"</p> + <p>"And have you no thought for your nephew?" asked the +persevering apparition, hoarsely.</p> + <p>"Not under the present circumstances," retorted the mourner; +he and the ghost both coughing with the colds which they had taken from +standing still so long in such a damp place—"not under the present +circumstances," he repeated, wildly, making a fierce pass at the +spectre with the skeleton, and then dropping the latter to the ground +in nerveless despair. "To a single man, his umbrella is wife, mother, +sister, venerable maiden aunt from the country—all in one. In losing +mine, I've lost my whole family, and want to hear no more about +relatives. Good night, sir."</p> + <p>"Here! hold on! Can't you leave the lantern for a moment?" +cried the ghost. But the heart-stricken Ritualist had swarmed up the +ladder and was gone.</p> + <p>Then, going up too, the spectre appeared also unto two other +men, who crawled from behind pauper headstones at his summons; the face +of the one being that of J. MCLAUGHLIN, that of the other Mr. TRACY +CLEWS. And the spectre walked between these two, carrying Mr. +BUMSTEAD'S skeleton in its hand.<a name="FNanchor1"></a><a + href="#Footnote_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> + <p><a name="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor1">[1]</a> +The <i>cut</i> accompanying the above chapter is from the illustrated +title-page of the English monthly numbers of "The Mystery of Edwin +Drood;"—in which it is the last of a series of border-vignettes;—and +plainly shows that it was the author's intention to bring back his hero +a living man before the conclusion of the story.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE" + src="images/70.jpg"> </center> + <p><b>ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.</b></p> + <p><i>Bibo</i>.—Is there a champagne wine having the flavor of +gun-flints?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—The wine made at Pierry, in the Champagne country, +is said by connoisseurs to be so flavored. There is much alarm now +among the wine-growers, however, lest the next vintage may have a +flavor of percussion-caps instead, owing to the war and the modern +weapons.</p> + <p><i>Plantagenet de Vere</i>.—Would you believe a person named +JONES on his oath?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—We would not.</p> + <p><i>Smike</i>. We read of houses being "gutted" by the Prussian +soldiers; have houses entrails, then?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—All occupied houses have livers, and most houses +have lights.</p> + <p><i>M. T. Head</i>.—We cannot pay strangers in advance for +contributions that have not been sent in by them.</p> + <p><i>Icarus</i>.—What do the balloon scouts of Paris use for +ballast?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Bundles of newspapers, chiefly. Immense bales of +the unsold copies of the New York <i>Free Press</i> are now exported +for the purpose. They are preferred to any other papers because, when +placed anywhere in the balloon, they Lie so, and, having already fallen +from grace, falling from a balloon is nothing to them.</p> + <p><i>Taxidermist</i>.—What is the best material for stuffing +ballot-boxes with?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Greenbacks.</p> + <p><i>Leatherhead</i>.—Is it true that most of the prominent men +of England—"TOM BROWN" HUGHES, for instance—are proficient pugilists?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—We have never seen "TOM BROWN" spar, but we have +often seen JOHN STUART Mill.</p> + <p><i>Abby Gansevoort</i>.—No, my dear, your name does not occur +in any of SHAKESPEARE'S plays.</p> + <p><i>Figdrum</i>.—Born to the drudgery of commerce, I aspire to +literature: what am I to do to see my name in print?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Put it in the City Directory.</p> + <p><i>Voice-in-the-Fog</i>.—Why is it that all the queer isms of +the day, such as socialism, are more cultivated by Red Republicans than +by any other political sect?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Red, as artists well know, is the complementary or +opposite color to green. The social phenomenon to which you refer, +then, may be accounted for on the principle that extremes meet.</p> + <p><i>Clericus</i>.—Is it proper for me, as a clergyman, to wear +moustaches?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Quite so, unless they are red, in which case they +might interfere with your published sermons.</p> + <p><i>Astrolabe</i>.—What is the exact distance between the Dog +Star and Roxbury, Mass.?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—We do not know. PUNCHINELLO is not a Sirius +journal.</p> + <p><i>Juniper Byles</i>.—My rent has just been raised, and I have +had a curtain-lecture from my wife for swearing about it. Would not you +swear if your rent was raised?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Certainly not—at least not if it was raised by +benevolent subscription.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>AN ACQUAINTANCE.</b></p> + <p><i>Tom</i>.—"I say, JACK, what a beautiful complexion Miss +SMITH has. Do you know her?"</p> + <p><i>Jack</i>.—"No, but I know a girl who buys her complexion at +the same store at which Miss SMITH buys hers."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"CUM GRANO SALIS."</b>—Musk-melon.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A HORSE-CAR CONTINGENCY.</b></p> + <p>Gallant Tar (To horrified lady of uncertain age), "BELAY +THERE, OLD WOMAN! TAKE THIS SEAT."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">OUR PORTFOLIO.</p> + <p>PARIS, FOURTH WEEK OF THE REPUBLIC, 1870.</p> + <p>Dear Punchinello: You may not have heard that BISMARCK has +been here, had an interview with FAVRE, and is off again. I didn't +suppose you would know it, so I hasten to give you and your army of +readers a brief synopsis of what took place, as nearly as I can in the +exact language used by the distinguished diplomats upon the occasion.</p> + <p>The scene of the consultation was one of the Imperial +wine-cellars under that pavilion of the Tuileries palace which +overlooks the Seine at the southwestern extremity of the <i>Place du +Carrousel</i>. The spot was selected for two reasons: it was far +removed from the noise and hubbub of the city, and it furnished +facilities for "liquoring up" in case of necessity. I was there and +left, as you will see, under circumstances calculated to give me a +lasting impression of the event. We all three of us sat around a pine +table, upon which faintly flickered a tallow candle in a soda-water +bottle, that shed around a sickly glare (that is to say, the candle +did). BISMARCK looked a little the worse for wear, I thought, and, as +he unbuttoned his vest with a grunt of relief, he struck me likewise as +being rather short in his wind.</p> + <p>FAVRE was loose and frisky as a four weeks old kitten, and +spoke with a quick, decided tone that reminded me of HORACE GREELEY. He +never once swore, however, during the whole interview. Your readers +will observe that even if this momentous meeting was not marked by the +usual diplomatic usages, the language is strictly according to the +usual diplomatic idiom. It is important to note this fact, as +everything hinges on the "idiom."</p> + <p>BISMARCK was the first to break silence:</p> + <p>"The difficulties which embarrass the questions under +discussion stand first in the order of elimination."</p> + <p>FAVRE assented, and BISMARCK continued: "We must remove the +peritoneum to get at the viscera of the issues (I was much struck with +the force and originality of this method of putting it), and evict +those impressions which are purely matters of national sensibility."</p> + <p>I snuffed the candle and waited for FAVRE.</p> + <p>FAVRE: "Your Excellency abounds in subtle diagnoses."</p> + <p>BISMARCK: "It is not a question of noses."</p> + <p>FAVRE: "Your Excellency mistakes me. I meant to say that, like +the 'Heathen Chinee,' your ways are dark."</p> + <p>I moved the light closer to the Count. FAVRE only smiled.</p> + <p>BISMARCK: "Touching 'rectification,' then, Germany sticks to +her position."</p> + <p>I regarded this as an insinuation that somebody was "stuck."</p> + <p>FAVRE: "France adheres unalterably to her previous resolution. +National traditions, deeply interwoven with the fine fibre of +individual natures, forbid the relaxation of tissues logically +irresistible."</p> + <p>A smile of triumph flitted faintly o'er the features of the +Frenchman. He evidently thought he had made a "ten strike." I whispered +approvingly, "<i>Tres bien, Monsieur, tres bien!</i>"</p> + <p>BISMARCK: "Does the German heart yearn for the Rhine? Does it +yearn for Strasbourg? Does it yearn for Metz? and if not, what does it +yearn for?"</p> + <p>He was looking straight at me when he said this, and so I +answered "Bier."</p> + <p>A dark scowl flitted frantically over the features of the +German, but he went right on: "Are all the longings of all these years, +dating from the birth of CHARLEMAGNE and extending through GUSTAVUS +ADOLPHUS to FREDERICK the Great and WILLIAM the First, by his father on +his maternal grandmother's side, who lies in the iron coffin of the <i>domkirche</i> +at Potsdam, whence we derive the consolidated grandeur of HOHENZOLLERN +mingling its rich ancestral dyes with the dark woof of fate to dispel +the expanding dream of German aspiration?"</p> + <p>I had not time to witness the effect upon FAVRE, but, gasping +for breath, I started from my seat and uttered these words, which I +remembered to have read in a German-English libretto of MARIE STUART: "<i>Mein +Gott, ich kenne eures Eifers reinen Trieb, Weiss, dass gediegne +Weissheit aus Euch redet!</i>"</p> + <p>It did not matter to me that FAVRE lay swooning on the floor. +That the Count glared at me savagely and crunched his jaws with +maniacal energy. My knowledge of German was up. It had caught the +fierce impulse, the majestic sweep of his ponderous linguosity. I +remembered another sentence, and hurled it wildly at him: "<i>Bei Gott, +Du wirst, ich hoff's, noch viele Jahre auf ihrem Grabe wandeln, ohne +dass du selber sie hinabzustürzen brauchtest!</i>"</p> + <p>Again I looked at the Count. His jaw had ceased working, and +the expression of his eye had changed. His arm moved furtively beneath +the table. What could he be doing? Horrible moment of uncertainty. +Still the arm worked, as if tugging at something. I could stand it no +longer. Seizing the soda-water bottle, I stooped to cast the rays of +the sixpenny dip beneath the table. As I did so, a boot-heel flashed in +the air, the Count's arm descended with a terrific detonation, and I +saw no more.</p> + <p>(Interval of twenty-four hours.)</p> + <p>The result of the interview will be communicated to the +American public by a Tribune special, as soon as a carrier-pigeon can +reach SMALLEY at London. I am still suffering from a sensation of +having been recently hit,</p> + <p>DICK TINTO.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">ASPIRATION.</p> + <p>Of all sorts of people in the world, the Cockney has the +queerest notions about vegetable nature. Show him the first letter of +the alphabet, for instance, and he pronounces it "hay."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">APPARENTLY ANOMALOUS.</p> + <p>Should the Prussians ever succeed in entering Paris, it is +hardly possible that they can be well received by the citizens, whether +they find FAVRE there or not.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>OUR PRIVATE GALLERIES.</b></p> + <p><b>The Belmont Collection.</b></p> + <p>This admirable gallery includes among its treasures many of +the old masters and-when open for exhibition—a bewildering collection +of young nurses. The latter are frequently inaccurate in anatomical +details, but in point of brilliancy of color they far outshine the best +efforts of RUBENS and TITIAN. The flesh tints produced by many of our +Fifth Avenue belles infinitely surpass the obsolete tints upon which +the great Venetians used to pride themselves.</p> + <p>In Mr. BELMONT'S gallery there are so many original RAPHAELS +and MURILLOS, painted by the very best European artists of the present +day, that it would occupy far too much of our limited space were we to +notice them in detail. We will therefore pass them by, and simply call +attention to some of the more noteworthy pictures, executed by +contemporary painters, which hang side by side with the more smoky but +hardly less valuable works of antiquity. Prominent among these is a +modest little "Fruit and Flower" piece, by that promising young artist, +Miss SUSAN B. ANTHONY. It deserves especial praise for its accurate +copying of nature, the varied beauty of its coloring, and the deep +longing of the heart—the hunger of the soul—which must have inspired +the fair artist. We give a faithful sketch of this charming picture, +though, of course, the glories of its rainbow hues cannot be +represented here.</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/72a.jpg"> + <p><b>FRUIT AND FLOWER PIECE.</b></p> + </center> + <p>A beautiful work, and one evidently inspired by the sound of +battle, is the noble historical painting entitled "On Picket," by Mr. +C.A. DANA, Associate Artist National Academy of Velocipedestrianism. +The artist has produced a picture that must inspire us all with the +absolute truth of the story it so dramatically tells, while he has +filled our hearts with deep sympathy and lofty admiration for the +lovely and heroic combatant depicted on his canvas. Our army +officers—Col. FISK for example—who are ignorant of the sword exercise +may derive a hint from this spirited work, as to the importance of +obtaining a thorough mastery of the fence.</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/72b.jpg"> </center> + <p>Claude's renowned landscape of the "Ruined Mill" is familiar +to all who are acquainted with it, and has been greatly admired by +those who did not feel impelled to condemn its many faults. But CLAUDE +is now known to have been no artist, but a mere pretender. There is +reason to believe that he had never read RUSKIN, and was hence +necessarily ignorant of the aim and method of landscape painting. Our +young friend BROWN, the <i>spirituel</i> and fascinating assistant +Rector of a fashionable uptown church, has in this gallery a rendering +of a similar subject. How manifest is his superiority to CLAUDE! With +what truth and fidelity to nature; with what holy calm, and child-like +faith, and lofty aspiration has BROWN filled his glowing canvas! And +withal, he does not lead us back to the dead faith and traditions of +the past, save to urge us onward in the pathway of—in the pathway—in +short, to urge us on more or less. To those envious minds who affect to +regard BROWN as a mere amateur, an undertaker of more than he has the +ability to execute, we would deign but one reply, and that would be, +"Look at his trees in the picture called the 'Ruins of the Mill,' and +then cower back into your native insignificance."</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/72c.jpg"> + <p><b>RUINS OF A MILL.</b></p> + </center> + <p>There are many other pictures which we would like to notice in +this article, but want of space will forbid us to do so this week. We +have merely room to mention, with warm approbation, the exceedingly +dramatic little <i>genre</i> picture entitled "Shoo-fly," by the +veteran Minstrel, Mr. DANIEL BRYANT, whose recent translation of HOMER +has given him so high a rank among the best German scholars of the day.</p> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/72d.jpg"> + <p><b>SHOE FLY!</b></p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>RULES AND MAXIMS.</b></p> + <p>How they change! ESCULAPIUS now gives to us and our children, +as <i>medicine</i>, what he denounced to the last generation as "<i>pizen</i>." +The heresy of yesterday is the orthodoxy of to-day.</p> + <p>Thus the philosophy of those who are <i>under</i> the turf is +refuted by those who are <i>on</i> the turf. It used to be said in +regard to horses:—</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 1.25em;">"One white foot, buy him,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.25em;">"Two white feet, try him,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.25em;">"Three white feet, deny him,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.25em;">"Four white feet and a white +nose,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.25em;">"Take off his shoes and give +him to the crows."</span> </div> + <p>But the advent of DEXTER has changed the sinister rhyme to:—</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">One +white foot, spy him,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two white feet, try him,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three white feet, buy him,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four white feet and a white nose,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a mile in 2-17 he goes.</span> + </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>RIGHT TO THE SPOT.</b></p> + <p>Additional spots on the disk of the sun are reported. An +ingenious writer, who candidly states that he is not an astronomer, +accounts for them by suggesting that they are caused by stray shots +from the Prussian sharpshooters who tried to bring down GAMBETTA'S +balloon.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A QUERY FOR STEEPLE-CHASERS.</b></p> + <p>We hear a great deal about "featherweights" in connection with +racing. If there <i>are</i> such things as feather weights, why on +earth don't the managers of Jerome Park races stuff the steeple-chase +jockeys with them, to prevent them from being injured by such accidents +as happened there on the opening day of the Autumn meeting?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>POEMS OF THE CRADLE.</b></p> + <p>CANTO VIII.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">JACK +SPRAT could eat no fat,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His wife could eat no lean;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so between them both,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They licked the platter clean.</span> + </div> + <p>JACK SPRAT was a near neighbor to the Poet. He was a +remarkably delicate man, cadaverous and thin. A dyspeptic, always +ailing, he was a subject of pity for his friends, and of wonder to his +acquaintances. But behold the eternal fitness of things. Providence +blessed him with a wife, his opposite in every respect. When extremes +meet, a perfect whole is the result; and in this case it was a perfect +marriage, fit to be sung by poets and embalmed in verse.</p> + <p>When JACK SPRAT met SALLY STUBBS, at a husking party, she took +his eye, and kept it. She filled his heart completely. A rosy-cheeked, +buxom lass, healthy and hearty, dimples and dumplings combined, she +captivated and carried, by sheer force of weight, the delicate soul of +poor JACK.</p> + <p>It was a case of latitude against longitude; strength against +weakness, smiles against tears, laughter against groans. And so the +poor fellow, feeling an unacknowledged desire to find some one able to +support and protect him, yielded to the advice of his friends and his +own inclinations, and laid his attenuated hand, with his poor little +heart in it, at the fat feet of fair SALLY STUBBS.</p> + <p>He was smiled upon, broad-grinned upon, and accepted; and +thereby rendered for the nonce the happiest of men. Tradition has it +that the next day he actually ate a hearty dinner, and did not complain +of his digestion immediately after. But this is considered doubtful by +many.</p> + <p>Fair SALLY, overflowing with the milk of human kindness, and +yearning in her soul to bestow her attentions and corporosity upon +JACK'S attenuosity, urged matters onward, and the wedding day was +fixed, the ring bought, and delicate Mr. SPRAT was led to the altar +like a sheep to the slaughter.</p> + <p>Tremblingly he advanced up the aisle of the village church, +leading his blushing and waddling bride, and took his place, looking +like an exclamation point alongside a parenthesis, before the +black-robed Priest, who speedily put an end to Miss STUBBS, and +presented JACK with a female SPRAT.</p> + <p>Mrs. SPRAT blushed like a full-blown peony as JACK manfully +and courageously saluted her upon one rosy cheek, in the presence of +the assembled guests, and then, to cover her confusion, she giggled and +shook hands energetically with the company, telling JACK to "hold up +his head and do the same, for it was <i>com eel fut</i>, and he must +try to be fashionable at his own wedding."</p> + <p>The Bride carried off the honors manfully, and after the first +few moments recovered from her embarrassment, and appeared as much at +ease as if getting married was an every-day affair, not worth minding. +JACK couldn't get over it so readily, and his teeth chattered till late +in the night. But they stopped after a while; so I am told.</p> + <p>We pass over the first few days devoted to honey-mooning, and +look in upon them as they sit at dinner. He with his greyhound and she +with her cat, both animals attentively watching each morsel that +disappears from their longing gaze into the capacious mouth of master +or mistress. Notice with what dexterity and generosity Mr. SPRAT +selects the fattest parts and skilfully conveys them to Madam's plate, +reserving the lean for himself; occasionally throwing a bone to his +dog, while the lady now and then bestows a fat bit upon Puss, who +slowly licks her lips and winks for more. It is a cozy scene of quiet +domestic bliss, and so continues till the platter is empty; when, both +feeling satisfied for the time, they lean back in their respective +chairs, and gaze complacently upon their pets, each other, and the +empty dishes.</p> + <p>Their wonderful congeniality and quiet happiness became the +subject of wonder to their friends, and of comment and speculation to +the village gossips. Her oleaginous and feather-bed-like disposition +compelled peace, as oil upon the waves, and shed trouble as a duck +sheds water. JACK and his complainings never troubled her; she merely +laughed when he groaned, and offered to rub his back. But he, fearing +the ponderosity of her hand, rarely submitted; his spinal column being +delicate, he dared not risk it.</p> + <p>Village gossips tell many little incidents connected with the +married life of the twain, which would be invidious to mention here. +Suffice it to say that they were considered fit subjects for the +ever-ready pen of the Poet to seize upon and perpetuate in never-dying +verse, for the benefit of posterity. That the Poet was right in his +surmises, we have only to look around and ascertain how many learned +people of all grades have treasured up in their memory, from infancy, +the history of JACK SPRAT and his wife.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>AN OBVIOUS ILLUSTRATION</b></p> + <p><b>Scene. A Lunch Counter.</b></p> + <p><i>Customer.</i> "Waiter, do you call this a milk toast?—why, +there's no milk to be seen."</p> + <p><i>Waiter.</i> "Milk all gone into the toast, sir."</p> + <p><i>Customer.</i> "But there's no toast to speak of."</p> + <p><i>Waiter.</i> "Toast all gone into the milk, sir."</p> + <p><i>Customer.</i> "Ah, ha!—there's an idea in that, by Jove. +I'll go straight home and write a pamphlet upon the new theory of +mutual absorption."</p> + <p><i>Waiter.</i> "Yes, sir. Don't forget to mention the Kilkenny +Cats, sir!"</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/73.jpg"> + <p><b>ENCOURAGING HOME MANUFACTURES.</b></p> + <p><i>Young Patriot.</i> "GIMME THREE CENTS WORTH O' CHESTNUTS."</p> + <p><i>Female Broker.</i> "D' YER WANT EYETALIAN ONES?"</p> + <p><i>Y. P.</i> "NO, DARN YER—GIMME AMERICAN ONES."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>COUNT BISMARCK'S ACCOUNT.</b></p> + <p>BISMARCK'S insolence is really becoming dangerous. He can deny +and contradict the statements made by other Counts, Ambassadors, Kings, +or by himself, without its becoming a matter of sufficient importance +to interest us. Such giving and taking the lie is a part of the +business of persons of this kidney. But he has actually had the +audacity to deny the truthfulness of the report by RUSSELL to the <i>Times</i> +of a conversation held between them. If this thing is not checked in +the bud, he will next be denying—his conversation! with the <i>Tribune</i> +"special," as reported by that ubiquitous observer. What will there be +for the world to believe, if it loses faith in the truthfulness of the +papers?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Con. for the Vatican.</b></p> + <p>Why is VICTOR EMMANUEL like a tomahawk? Because he is now said +to be "a tool in the hands of the Reds."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE "LOUDEST" OF SUNDAYS "SWELLS."</b> The Swell of the +Church organ.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/74.jpg"> + <p>THE PRIZE CALF "S. L. WOODFORD," FATTENED UP BY MESSRS. GREELY +AND CURTIS FOR THE SPECIAL PURPOSE OF BEING CUT UP ON TUESDAY, NOVEMBER +8TH.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"DOST KNOW ME?"</b></p> + <p>Composed by our Special Dangerous Lunatic in one of his Lucid +Intervals.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dost know me? dost know me? was all the +maiden said,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">As she streamed her golden +tresses through the half-unkneaden bread,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">While the sunset light came +sheening athwart the oaken floor,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the Headsman chanted his +roundelay at the soul-beshriven door.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dost know me? dost know me? +rang o'er the heather wild,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">While the dew-drop lifted its +golden head, and the hoary bull-frog</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">smiled;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Yet every eye was dim with +tears, as the shadow of Time replied,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the echo from over the +moorland drear,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In cloistered glory and voice +of cheer,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Silently welcomed the Bride.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">"Dost know me? dost know me?" +and a soul from out the gloom</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Welcomed the rippling brooklet +flowing past the tomb,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Gilding the steeples, near and +far, with a dusk and dimsome spleen,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Tipping with crest of golden +fire</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Each mighty CAESAR'S funeral +pyre</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">In its wealth of golden sheen.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">"Dost know me? dost know +me?"—eftsoones the answer came</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">From the lips of the lady with +blonden hair like a wreath of golden</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">flame,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">As she lifted the light of her +beauteous eyes to the questioning</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">lips of the knight,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And muttered those words of +import dire,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And flashed her eyes with a +baleful fire—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Alas! did he hear aright?</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">"I know thee! I know thee! for +thou art the Khouli Khan,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I am the Empress of +Allahabad, or any other man,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Then turtle soup may lift its +crest o'er the stars in the twilight dim,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ere I, an Empress of regions +fair,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With a halo of succulent +blonden hair,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Elope with a Khouli grim."</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ah me! 'twas sad, and a +gruesome night, when the maiden fair said, "No!"</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And gave response to the +Knight's demand in accents sweetly low.</span> </div> + <p>THE END.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span + style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Gems more clear than this, no doubt, have +oftentimes been seen,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet methinks, at least, 'tis a +poem clear</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As poems which every week appear</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">In the <i>Waverley Magazine</i>.</span> + </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"WELL SAID, OLD MOLE!"</b></p> + <p>In a newspaper description of Mr. GREELEY, published some +years since, it was stated that he was born with a mole upon his left +arm. This may or may not be the case; but, judging from the persistence +with which the great agriculturist advocates sub-soil ploughing, there +can be no doubt whatever that he has mole on the brain.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>BLOOD AND THUNDER!</b></p> + <p>PUNCHINELLO learns, without the least surprise, that Mr. +YOUNGBLOOD has retired in disgust from the management of the New York <i>Free +Press</i>. It is further announced that the estimable publication +referred to will henceforth be under the charge of Mr. OLDBLOOD, a +blood relative of all the BADBLOODS belonging to the JOHN REAL +Democracy.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"FALL" WEATHER.</b></p> + <p>The subject of bringing down rain by the firing of artillery +has again been revived, owing to the long droughts that have lately +prevailed. What gives a color of feasibility to it, at present, is the +fact that the Reign of LOUIS NAPOLEON has lately been brought down by +Prussian guns.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/75.jpg"> + <p><b>A SIGHT TOO BAD!</b></p> + <p><i>Struggling Cuba.</i> "YOU MUST BE AWFULLY NEAR-SIGHTED, MR. +PRESIDENT, NOT TO RECOGNIZE ME."</p> + <p><i>U. S. G.</i> "NO: I AM FAR-SIGHTED; FOR I CAN RECOGNIZE +FRANCE."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN'S POLITICAL SENTIMENTS.</b></p> + <p>His Reason for Leaving his Party.—A Catechism for Candidates.</p> + <p>I hain't gilty of any stated polertix, as Ime aware of.</p> + <p>For an old man, Ime helthy and sound as a nut on all public +questions. I use to be an old line Whig, and was a pooty active +thimble-rigger as long as it paid. But when that party refoosed to +renominate me for the offis of Gustese of the Peece, like a thurar bred +polertician, I shook 'em. Said I, standin' ontop a sugar hogshead, at a +primary meetin, which was bein held in SIMMINSES grocery store:—</p> + <p>"Feller sitizens of the Whig party, Refoose to renominate good +men for offisses, and you can pack your duds and git your carpet bags +checkt for the next steamer goin up Salt River.</p> + <p>Leave my name off'n your ticket for another term of offis, and +there won't be enuff left in your old politikle carciss to grease a +flap-jack griddle with. In the words of Mister—Mister—Somebody, "A word +to the wise is—is—enuff to make a—hoss laff."</p> + <p>And here I say it, Mister PUNCHINELLO, I wasent nominated.</p> + <p>Dident I smash things? Gess not! I norgarated a bolt which +spread like pourin keroseen ile over a marble floor, and the next fall, +SCOTT & GRAHAM was nockt hire'n the Himmely mountins, while the old +Whig party shoveled off its mortil quarrel.</p> + <p>Thus, as HORRIS GREELY, in his remarks on politikle Economy, +says: "Vengents, like a 2 tined pitchfork in the hands of Old Nick, +will bust up any party which goes back onto its trusted leaders. +'Vengents is mine,' says the disappinted offis seeker, and on Election +day he peddles split tickets ontil the poles close."</p> + <p>Standin as I do on nootral ground, I wish like JOHN BULL I +could make my nootrality pay as well as J. B. does, by sellin stores to +the Prooshians and the French.</p> + <p>In castin my suferage this fall, I shall go Principals not +men. A <i>principal</i> which is good for its little 7 per cent. <i>intrest</i> +payable semi-annually, is what ales me.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">High-toned +(?) principals, and not men,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is what's the matter in this +ere breast,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lait Gustise his influence +will lend</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To him whose <i>principal</i> +pays the best.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 6.25em;">(Campane poickry.)</span> </div> + <p>I have prepared a serious of questions, which I propose to ask +candydates who come sneakin around for my sufferage.</p> + <p><i>Skedyule of Interogertories.</i></p> + <p>What's your <i>principals,</i> and is the interest payable in +gold or greenbax?</p> + <p>If elected to offis, will you squander all your salary and +retire poorer than a church mouse? or will you give <i>such strict +attention to your dooties</i> as will enable you to salt down +$100,000.00 per yeer from the enormous salary of $1500.00 ($ fifteen +hundred)?</p> + <p>Do you think, takin an <i>iron</i> clad oath has got anything +to do with a sertin commandment which says, "Thou shalt not <i>steel</i>"?</p> + <p>Are you a beleiver in E. CADY STANTON'S revoolushinary idees, +that woman is the "coming man," and if so, how do you like it as fur as +yoo've got?</p> + <p>Do you think THEODORE TILTON, ED STUDWELL, STEVE GRISWOLD, +FRED DUGLIS, and SOOSAN B. ANTHONY would make as good Presidents of the +U.S. as a man would?</p> + <p>Is your wife one of them strong-minded critters, who believes +that husbands had orter stay home and nuss the baby while she goes out +and plays baseball?</p> + <p>Will you fall onto a voter's sholders, who eats garlix and +onions, and shed tears as freely the day arter eleckshun as you will +the nite before?</p> + <p>Could you sing the "Battle-cry of freedom" so luvly, if it +wasent for Unkle Sam's <i>Notes</i>?</p> + <p>Would you have any objections, if our National and Common +Counsels, like that of Rome, should organize <i>Economikle</i> +Counsels?</p> + <p>In the war on tother side of the pond, is your sympathies for +Lager or Pea soup?</p> + <p>If you want the German vote, don't you think it would be your +politikle <i>bier</i> to get at <i>lager</i>-heads with the Prushians?</p> + <p>Did you ever think before, that yourself and family, way back +15 or 20 generations in the grave, were such a lot of low-lived +villyians as the opposition papers say you be? and haint it a mistery +to you that you are allowed to go unhung?</p> + <p>Did you commit the NATHAN murder? if so, why dident you call +off your <i>"dorg"?</i></p> + <p>Do you know as much about farmin as HORRIS GREELY does? if so, +who told you?</p> + <p>Are you a Fenian, Know-nothin, Mason, Anti-mason, Labor +Reformer, Anti-labor Reformer, a Chineese cooler, Anti-Chineese cooler, +and the "wickedest man in N.Y."? Are you in favor of free trade, high +tariff, free whiskey, whiskey tax, JIM FISK, MARETZEK, Tammany, the +Young Democracy, Grand Army of the Republicans, GEO. F. TRAIN, MRS. +CUNNINGHAM, and the D—l?</p> + <p>In fact, like JOSEFF, have you got a cote of many cullers?</p> + <p>Any candydate who can give affirmative ansers to the foregoin +Catekism, and is willin to show his <i>principals</i> by bleedin +freely, can get my vote, sure popp.</p> + <p>Ewers trooly, & I haint afrade To jine the bread & +butter brigade.</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,</p> + <p><i>Lait Gustise of the Peese.</i></p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">LAST WORDS OF EMINENT MEN.</p> + <p>Selected by Sarsfield Young.</p> + <table align="center"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td> + <p>I die a true American.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>WM. POOLE.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Bury me where I fall.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>BILLY BOWLEGS, and other military heroes.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>The die is <i>Caste</i>.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>T. W. ROBERTSON.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Bury me where the woodbine twineth.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>Col. JAMES FISK, Jr.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Fools, 'od rot 'em!</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>HIGGINBOTTOM.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Bury me in the Fall.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>The Poet who "would not die in Spring-time."</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Don't give up the ship! [the Secretary-ship.]</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>CHAS. SUMNER to Sec. STANTON.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Bury me where I fall back.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>Gen. O'NEILL, of the Fenian Army.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Give me liberty, or give me death, with a decided +preference for ANASTASIA.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>Poor PILLICODDY.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Bury me in the Falls</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>SAM PATCH.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>If any one dare haul down the American flag—wait till +you see the white of his eyes, then—shoot him on the spot.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>C.L. VALLANDIGHAM.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>Let BROWN (or some other first-class sexton) bury me +where I fall.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>Capt. KIDD.</p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <p>As I cannot lay my sword at the feet of my army, I die +at the head of your Majesty.</p> + </td> + <td> + <p>LOUIS NAPOLEON.</p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">A FREE TRADER.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now +gentlemen, of every kind,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just step into my shop,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, as I'm hard to pacify,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You'd better bring a sop;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll dress you up in any style</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For which you choose to call,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But then, you must bring ready +cash,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Because I shines for all.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm always ready for a trade,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No matter what its kind;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll dress you up so very neat,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If your bid suits my mind.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If, when I ask the custom house,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He says, "Give it I sha'n't,"</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">DAVIS and FISH I strike, because</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I does not shine for GRANT.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sometimes I send a little bill</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For goods they have not had,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if they do not pay at once</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then I gets awful mad.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of public pap I'm very fond,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd like to get it all,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, if they block my little game,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I does not shine for HALL.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've lampooned every decent man,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who with me would not trade;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I keep a little book account</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of those who have not paid:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So, if you don't enjoy free trade,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Don't listen to my call;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll give you good names for good +pay,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Because I shines for all.</span> + </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/78.jpg"> + <p>When you go to the theater, it is pleasant to have the little +boy of a rustic couple persist in feeding you with gingerbread and +orange-peel, and, if you request the little wretch to keep still, to be +told by his parents that you are "putting on airs."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE MEDICAL CONFIDENCE GAME.</b></p> + <p>Mr. Punchinello has lately received a medical publication, in +which there are some editorial remarks concerning the relations between +physicians and their patients. The latter are exhorted to place all +confidence in their medical advisers, for, otherwise, there can be no +harmonious action between them. This is all very well, and Mr. +PUNCHINELLO thinks that if anything in this world should be the subject +of sacred confidences, it should be the revelations of the sick-room. +But, after reading the reports of the various cases which are detailed +in this publication, his faith in the advisability of confiding in +one's doctor was somewhat shaken. For instance, when he read that "Miss +ANNA P-----, aged 25, of blonde complexion and apparent good health, +residing near Jefferson avenue and Sixty-eighth street, had been +subject for years to convolutions of the cerebral hemispheres, and had +been obliged at various times to submit to partial amputations of +horn-like excrescences on the divisions of her manual extremities," Mr. +PUNCHINELLO was of opinion that this young lady, who could be easily +recognized from the hints (?) of her name and residence, might possibly +object to the announcement, to all her friends and acquaintances, that +she had cerebral hemispheres, and still more to the fact that they were +convoluted. But this dreadful truth is published, under the merest film +of concealment of her identity, to the whole world, and her physical +condition and subsequent surgical treatment may be town-talk for the +rest of her life. Where is the "sacred confidence" here?</p> + <p>There are dozens of similar cases in the publication referred +to, and medical journals are, in general, full of them.</p> + <p>Will it therefore be wondered at if we don't want all the +world to know, every time we call in a doctor, that we may have a +"parenchyma of the lung," or a "sub-conjunctival cellular tissue," that +we will begin some day to insist as much upon medical honor as medical +ability? Mr. PUNCHINELLO thinks not.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>"FIAT LUX."</b></p> + <p>We learn that our Third Assistant Postmaster-General has been +indisposed for some days, owing to his excessive labor in breaking +envelope contracts. Why does the Postmaster-General allow his +subordinates thus to overwork themselves? We wish he would shed a REAY +of light on the subject.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>SCIENCE AND ENDURANCE.</b></p> + <p>When people undertake any thing in the cause of Science, or +indeed in any other cause, they might as well do their best while they +have a chance. This is an axiom of social economy which is presented, +gratis, to the world.</p> + <p>Now, the three scientific men who intend passing the winter on +the top of Mount Washington, might certainly find some other manner of +spending the cold months in the interests of science which would be +much more difficult and disagreeable. They expect to be snowed up at +the Tip-top House, from December until March, and will spend their time +in a room lined with felt, where they will burn twenty tons of coal +during their sojourn.</p> + <p>Almost any one could do all this. If the scientific gentlemen +in question desire to undergo some really notable hardships there are +plenty of deep lakes in New York, at the bottom of which they might +spend the winter in a diving-bell. They would probably be frozen in +until March, and they would find it much more difficult to use their +instruments, and everything far more disagreeable, generally, than in a +large room in the Tip-top House. Still if they would prefer something +still more arduous, let them ride day and night, from December until +March, in the Third Avenue cars of this city. If they were to do this, +and confine their scientific labors to observations of the decidedly +mean altitude of the Sun, they would probably suffer more, in a given +time, than any previous party of learned men, and thus accomplish their +object much better than by deliberately allowing themselves to be +snowed up on Mount Washington.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A SURPRISING PROPHECY.</b></p> + <p>Years ago Mr. PUNCHINELLO had a very old grandfather, and he +well remembers that on the <i>inside</i> of the lid of a certain +horse-hair trunk, the property of that estimable old man, was pasted a +bit of poetical prophecy, the words of which embedded themselves, like +the hot letters of a branding-iron, on the tender skin of Mr. +PUNCHINELLO'S mind. The following is the prophecy:</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Add +seventy-four and 62,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And forty and 900 too;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, if to this sum you place</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seven hundred and an ace,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You will surely find the year</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they ought to disappear—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both a Certain Holy 'un</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the last NAPOLEON.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And darkness will come wholly on</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Sun. Day, natheless, will glow</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down in the regions far below."</span> + </div> + <p>Now this is certainly a very astounding prophecy. If the +numbers mentioned at the beginning of the oracular ditty be added +together without using the ace, they make the year 1776. Now the value +of an ace in Seven-up (and seven is the uppermost word in the line in +which our ace occurs) is four. So four, added to the former sum, makes +the year 1780. But even the first NAPOLEON had not made his appearance +in this year, and so it would seem there must be a mistake somewhere. +But such is not the case. If, after the manner of the regular +prophecy-makers, we treat this sum according to the rule of +probabilities, we shall see that, if "seventeen-eighty" will not work +prophecy, we must reverse the year and call it "eighteen-seventy." This +hits the mark exactly, and makes us tremble at the prophetic power of +some of those old delvers in the mines of dark prediction.</p> + <p>For now we see plainly that not only the Pope and the +ex-Emperor of France will probably disappear this year from the scenes +of their glory, but that the Sun, over which a certain dirty mistiness +has been stealing for some time past, will be entirely shrouded in the +blackness of ruin. The lines</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">"----Day, +natheless, will glow</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down in the regions far below,"</span> + </div> + <p>doubtless refer to DANA the less, who, when his sheet is +utterly overwhelmed in its self-made oblivion, will deserve, and +probably obtain, all the brightness and warmth to which the verse +refers.</p> + <p>Placing this astounding prediction by the side of the amazing +events of the present year, it is impossible for Mr. PUNCHINELLO to +repress his feelings of wonder and awe!</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">THE PLAYS AND SHOWS.</p> + <p><img alt="T" align="left" src="images/79.jpg">here is an old +conundrum song that begins—"Why do summer roses fade?" The late ARTEMUS +WARD thought they did it as a matter of business. Why do the "Two +Roses" bloom? That is WALLACK'S business. Also just now it happens to +be mine.</p> + <p>The modern English comedy is divided into two kinds. Everybody +will consider this statement a conundrum, and answer,—"Bad and good." +Wrong, my little dears. All your lexicographers agree that "kind" +means a "race," which is absurd, because a horse-race, for instance, is +anything but kind. But they explain by saying that it means a genus. +Good plays are not a genus. They are freaks of nature, like the woolly +horse and the sacred cow; only, when they are produced, so many people +will not pay money to see them as to see the w.h. and the s.c.</p> + <p>The division of modern plays, as JONATHAN EDWARDS said +wittily, in his sparkling treatise on "The Will," is into the tame and +the wild. For the latter the recipe is simple. Take some black false +beads, hatchets, pistols, a "dog"—not a quadruped, but the article +which was left in Mr. NATHAN'S hall—a woman in black hair and a white +garment, suggestive of repose, strolling at midnight by the banks of +the prattling East River, foot of Grand Street, and set a house afire +at the end of the third act. That is the BOUCICAULT style, and as the +flippant EDWARDS goes on to observe, it draws like a factory chimney in +the Bowery and at NIBLO's.</p> + <p>But this sort of thing will not do at all at WALLACK'S. Of +course not. STODDART is permitted to swear there, to be sure; but I +understand that he does it for fear people should call WALLACK'S the +hall of the Old Men's Christian Association. With that exception there +is, as somebody said about something, absolutely nothing to offend the +most fastidious. Any person who exhibits excitement upon the stage is +discharged at the end of the week with a pension. Miss MOORE is +permitted to weep, but she does it so quietly and nicely that it does +not disturb anybody. And the ushers have received strict orders to +eject anybody in the audience who manifests any marked interest in the +performance. A friend of mine from Peoria once went to WALLACK'S, and +took no pains whatever to conceal his admiration of the acting. On the +contrary, at a particularly nice point, he actually clapped his hands +together twice. Of course he was arrested for breach of the peace, and +locked up over night. But the management declined, to prosecute when it +was represented to them that the man had lately seen McKEAN BUCHANAN at +the Peoria Academy of Music, and that he could not help testifying his +gratification that LESTER WALLACK behaved so differently, and he was +discharged. He went back to Peoria, and told his neighbors that there +was a place in New York where they got up a yawning match (this coarse +person called it a "gaping bee") every night between the stage and the +audience, and the stage always won.</p> + <p>Now we know, that is those of us who are in good society, that +what this uncouth rustic mistook for indifference is the air of +society. TALLEYRAND said, or somebody said he said, that the use of +language was to conceal thought. Go to WALLACK'S and you will see that +the art of acting is to suppress emotions. Everything is below +concert-pitch, except perhaps the orchestra, which insists upon playing +lively and popular music, instead of doing the Dead March in Saul for a +funeral procession while the audience files out dreamily to drink, and +empties some dull opiate to the drains. The entire audience are making +heroic efforts all through the play to prevent each other from seeing +that they know they are listening to the most finished acting to be +seen anywhere, and looking at the prettiest stage pictures ever set. +All the actors are all the while trying to conceal the fact that they +are doing any good acting. The whole theatre is in a condition of sweet +repose, like the placid bosom of a mill-pond on a summer afternoon, +when STODDART shoots the Dam.</p> + <p>Well, when you have society theatres, where they do this sort +of thing, you must have society plays. The recipe for these is +different from the gallon of gore and the ton of thunder which make up +the other sort. You must have your actors representing people who are +always bored to death, if you wish to maintain the respect and +patronage of a society audience, whose ambition is to seem to be always +bored to death in real life. You must have what the sweet but-not +exemplary SWINBURNE calls "the lilies and languors of virtue" at +WALLACK'S, to balance "the raptures and roses of vice" which you get at +the sensational shops. People may fall in love, in a mild way, as they +do in society, but they must not undergo the ravages of that passion, +as it is exhibited out of society. They are, so to speak, vaccinated +for love, and they are safe from the virulent confluent or even the +varioloid type of the original malady. They may also transact business, +of a high-toned sort, and sometimes they get out of temper. But their +main employment is to wander about and yawn, or to sit down and sneer.</p> + <p>There is a laborious lunatic who makes ice at the fair of the +American Institute, with the thermometer at 80° or so in the shade. +(Note to Editor.—I don't know the man from ADAM, and have received no +consideration from him whatever for this allusion,) I believe his ice +costs this ingenious individual about four dollars per pound to +make—but no matter. Well, this is exactly the trick by which you make +society plays. ROBERTSON does it to perfection. He is the patent +refrigerator. And the man who did "The Two Roses" has plagiarized his +process and reproduced his results. I don't know whether the idea is to +interest people in what is uninteresting, or to uninterest people in +what is interesting. But he does both.</p> + <p>Perhaps, however, some absurd person would like to know +something about this play. There is a commercial traveller in it, who +is taken, by-the-by, bodily and even to his checked trousers, out of +one of ROBERTSON'S plays. The only addition that has been made is that +this one swears. But then STODDART personates him. This commercial +traveller has a wife. To whom, by-the-by, did it ever occur, before the +author of this play, that commercial travellers could have wives? The +wife of this itinerant commercial person is a stationary commercial +person, who keeps a boarding-house which the youths, the heroes of the +play, have the misery to inhabit. All this is undeniably low for +WALLACK'S, and the sales-ladies in the audience express their sense of +that fact by intimating that EFFIE GERMON'S jewels are not real, and +the sales-gentlemen by confiding to one another at the bar, whither +they wend after the second act to quaff the maddening sarsaparilla, +that WALLACK'S is running down.</p> + <p>As I have abused several revered institutions in these few +lines. I will, in terror of public opinion and private wrath, execute a +small variation on my usual and familiar autograph, and sign myself</p> + <p>PICADOR.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>VORACIOUS VEGETATION.</b></p> + <p>It appears that our ever-active Park Commissioners are making +vigorous efforts to establish a Zoological Garden in Central Park. It +has been generally supposed that gardens were either horticultural or +agricultural; but if the Commissioners can get up anything of the kind +which shall be zoological, Mr. PUNCHINELLO has not the least objection +in the world. He supposes that in such a garden the principal plants +will be Tiger-lilies, Cock's-combs, Larkspurs, Ragged Robins, +Coltsfoots, Horse-chestnuts, Goose-berries, Dandelions, Foxgloves, and +Dog-wood. If full crops are desired, a good many pigeons and chickens +should be kept on the grounds, and that portion of the gardens devoted +to leg-uminous products will probably be occupied by storks and +giraffes.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Q.</b></p> + <p>Is it likely that a set of Chinese gardeners would be able to +mind, at the same time, both their Peas and their Queues?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img alt="" src="images/80.jpg"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">"ENGLISH GRAMMAR INCLUDED."</p> + <p><i>1st Young Gentleman</i>. "I TELL YOU WHAT, IT'S AWFUL HARD +TO GET ANYTHING TO DO, JUST NOW."</p> + <p><i>2d ditto</i>. "THAT'S SO. I SEEN AN ADVERTISEMENT YESTERDAY +FOR A TUTOR IN A FAMILY, AND I'VE JUST BIN AND WROTE AN ANSWER."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE QUEUE-RIOUS FUTURE.</b></p> + <p>Of all the queues which any man or any nation ever gave to +another, the Chinese have supplied us with the most queue-rious. The +arrived man from that celestial part of the world, who is now so +industriously engaged washing for us in New Jersey, and again, making +our shoes in Massachusetts, and who proposes to be our dairymaid, our +chambermaid, our barmaid, and, if BARNUM will go into the humbug +business again, our mermaid, brought the queue on the back of his head +when he crossed the Pacific Ocean, and landed on the coast of +California. Thence he conveyed it across the Plains, and now our +mothers are going back to <i>two</i> queues such as those they wore +when the roses which bloomed upon their cheeks were not produced by +rouge, and to comprehend the lessons in the school-books which they +carried was the severest trial which they knew, except, indeed, the +restrained desire to get married. And our fathers will wear one tail, +as did their ancestors, who curled those appendages gracefully around +the limbs of the trees while they played base-ball with cocoanuts, or +visited in that nimble manner in which none other than monkeys are +capable of moving about. Our great American agriculturist, too, who has +ploughed so deeply in the <i>Tribune</i> office, is going to look like +a Chinese; and she, who has given us our Caudle lectures now for many +years past, will exhibit ANNA DICKINSON as a convert to two tails. +Next, he who serves up for us our religion every once a week in the +form of sanctimonious speeches on the subject of political economy, +will let his congregation go behind Plymouth Pulpit for the purpose of +getting their queues for the next Sunday love-feast by observing his. +The "long" and the "short" of the new vanity, however, will be found in +fullest perfection among the bully-bears in Wall street, who, of all +other honest men, are best able to teach the rising generation the +significance of "heads I win, tails you lose." Then, again, in the far +future perhaps some industrious antiquary will exhume an awful tail of +the present generation that was invented by Mrs. H.B. STOWE, when she +looked across the Atlantic Ocean, and interviewed the ghost of BYRON. +The future is going to be glorious and queue-rious for all who wish to +up-braid, and when our fathers pass us, and we see their heads, we will +be convinced that thereby hangs a tail; also, when our mothers' heads +go by, that thereby hang two tails.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>AN ODE-IOUS SUGGESTION.</b></p> + <p>Swinburne has written an ode to the French Republic. This +lofty rhyme is built up of strophes, anti-strophes, and an epode. In +its construction, and grandiloquence are thrown about with the careless +disregard for innocent passers-by which characterizes that poet's +freedom of style. Most probably no sane English-speaking person has +read it through and preserved his sanity. The poet's idea in writing it +was to get the French engaged in trying to understand it, and the +Germans to engage in translating it, and thus stop the war by pure +exhaustion of the combatants. The idea was good, but hardly practical.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>SOCIAL SCIENCE BY TELEGRAPH.</b></p> + <p>The right of an independent Briton to beat his wife without +being liable to impertinent foreign interference is well known to be +one of the most precious privileges inherited from Magna Charta. The +national use of this privilege is now generally considered, by social +philosophers, to be the foundation of the love of "fair play," so +universally characteristic of the English. It is only upon this ground +that we can account for the following item recently telegraphed from +London as a <i>special to the N. Y. Times</i>.</p> + <p>"It is curious to see that, while the married men of the city +are against interference, all military and naval men are loud in +expressions of indignation because no effort is made by England to save +France from ruin."</p> + <p>As we see it, this is not curious at all. To the comprehensive +English mind, the war in Europe is a mere family quarrel, on a large +scale. But what is really curious the special does not tell us. What +position do the military and naval men take who happen to be married?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A GROWL FROM A BRITON.</b></p> + <p>Mr. Punchinello:—One of the balloon reporters from Paris says:</p> + <p>"Great care is taken to save food from waste. There is much +horse-flesh eaten."</p> + <p>For a Frenchman in a state of siege horse-flesh is all +right—the French eat frogs, you know, and horses have frogs in their +feet. What I like about the thing in Paris, though, is that they <i>call</i> +it horse-flesh, and don't try to jerk it on a fellow for beef. Jerked +beef is bad enough, but only think of jerked horse, by Jove, you know!</p> + <p>Now I want to say that here in New York, not being in a state +of siege, we are eating a lot more horse-flesh than we know of, all the +same—but they call it beef.</p> + <p>Look here, now.</p> + <p>I take my grub, sometimes (only for the sake of seeing life, +you know), at a decent sort of a place enough, to which butchers +resort. There is a man always to be seen there at grub time, a +cockish-looking fellow, somewhat, with a horse-shoe pin in his scarf, +and he is as thick as thieves with the butchers. Yesterday, for the +first time, I got an inkling of who and what he is. I saw him +performing an operation upon a horse, in the yard of a livery stable. +He is a VETERINARY SURGEON! He consorts with BUTCHERS! 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