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Frequently experiencing the truth +of the adage, that as you sew so shall you rip, the fair young thing was +passing half her valuable time in ripping out the mistaken stitches she +had made in the other half; and the severe moral discipline thus +endured, made her mad, as equivalent vexation would have made a man the +reverse of that word. Flippant social satirists cannot dwell with +sufficient sarcasm upon the difference between the invincible amiability +affected by artless girls in society and their occasional bitterness of +aspect in the privacy of home; never stopping to reflect that there are +sore private trials for these industrious young crochet creatures in +which the thread of the most equable female existence is necessarily +worsted. Miss POTTS, then, although looking up from her trying worsted +occupation at the servant who entered with a rather snappish expression +of countenance, was guilty of no particularly hypocritical assumption in +at once suffering her features to relax into a sweetly pensive smile +upon learning that there was a gentleman to see her in the parlor. + +"'MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON,'" she softly read from the card presented. "Is +he alone, BRIDGET, dear?" + +"Sorra any wan with him but his cane, Miss; and that he axed me wud I +sthand it behind the dure for him." + +There was a look of desperate purpose about this. When a sentimental +young man seeks a private interview with a marriageable young woman, and +recklessly refuses at the outset to retain at least his cane for the +solution of the intricate conversational problem of what to do with his +hands, it is an infallible sign that some madly rash intention has +temporarily overpowered his usual sheepish imbecility, and that he may +be expected to speak and act with almost human intelligence. + +With hand instinctively pressed upon her heart, to moderate its too +sanguine pulsations and show the delicate lace around her cuffs, FLORA +shyly entered the parlor, and surprised Mr. PENDRAGON striding up and +down the apartment like one of the more comic of the tragic actors of +the day. + +"Miss POTTS!" ejaculated the wild young Southern pedestrian, pausing +suddenly at her approach, with considerable excitement of manner, "scorn +me, spurn me, if you will; but do not let sectional embitterment blind +you to the fact that I am here by the request of Mr. DIBBLE." + +"I wasn't scorning and spurning anybody," explained the startled orphan, +coyly accepting the chair he pushed forward. "I'm sure I don't feel any +sectional hatred, nor any other ridiculous thing." + +"Forgive me!" pleaded MONTGOMERY. "I reckon I'm a heap too sensitive +about my Southern birth; but only think, Miss POTTS, what I've had to go +through since I've been amongst you Yankees! Fancy what it is to be +suspected of a murder, and have no political influence." + +"It must be _so_ absurd!" murmured FLORA. + +"I've felt wretched enough about it to become a contributor to the +first-class American comic paper on the next floor below me," he +continued, gloomily. "And here, to-day, without any explanation, your +guardian desires me to come here and wait for him." + +"I'm sorry that's such a trial for you, Mr. PENDRAGON," simpered the +Flowerpot. "Perhaps you'd prefer to wait on the front stoop and appear +as though you'd just come, you know?" + +"And can you think," cried the young man with increased agitation "that +it would be any trial for me to be in your society, if--? But tell me, +Miss POTTS, has your guardian the right to dispose of your hand in +marriage?" + +"I suppose so," answered FLORA, with innocent surprise and a pretty +blush; "he has charge of _all_ my money matters, you know." + +"Then it is as I feared," groaned her questioner, smiting his forehead. +"He is coming here to-day to tell you what man of opulence he wants you +to have, and I am to be witness to my own hopelessness!" + +"What makes you think anything so ridiculous, you absurd thing?" asked +the orphan, not unkindly. + +"He as good as said so," sighed the unhappy Southerner. "He told me, +with his own mouth, that he wanted to get you off his hands as soon as +possible, and thought he saw his way clear to do it." + +The girl knew what bitter, intolerable emotions were tearing the heart +of the ill-fated secessionist before her, and, in her own gentle heart, +pitied him. + +"He needn't be so sure about it," she said, with indignant spirit. "I'll +never marry _any_ stranger, unless he's awful rich--oh, as rich as +anything!" + +"Oh, Miss POTTS!" roared MONTGOMERY, suddenly, folding-down upon one +knee before her, and scratching his nose with a ring upon the hand he +sought to kiss, "why will you not bestow upon me the heart so generously +disdainful of everything except the most extreme wealth? Why waste your +best years in waiting for proposals from a class of Northern men who +occasionally expect that their brides, also, shall have property, when +here I offer you the name and hand of a loving Southern gentleman, who +only needs the paying off of a few mortgages on his estate in the South +to be beyond all immediate danger of starvation?" + +Turning her pretty head aside, but unconsciously allowing him to retain +her hand, she faintly asked how they were to live? + +"Live!" repeated the impetuous lover. "On love, hash, mutual trust, +bread pudding: anything that's cheap. I'll do the washing and ironing +myself." + +"How perfectly ridiculous!" said the orphan, bashfully turning her head +still further aside, and bringing one ear-ring to bear strongly upon +him. "You'd never be able to do fluting and pinking in the world." + +"I could do anything, with you by my side!" he retorted, eagerly. Oh, +Miss POTTS!--FLORA!--think how lonely I am. My sister, as on may have +heard, has accepted Gospeler SIMPSON'S proposal, by mail, for her hand, +and is already so busy quarrelling with his mother that she is no longer +any company for me. My fate is in your hands; it is in woman's power to +either make or marry the roan who loves her--" + +"Provided, always, that her legal guardian consents," interrupted the +benignant voice of Mr. DIBBLE, who, unperceived by them, had entered the +room in time to finish the sentence. + +Springing alertly to an upright position, and coughing excessively, Mr. +PENDRAGON was a shamefaced reproach to his whole sex, while the young +lady used the edge of her right foot against a seam of the carpet with +that extreme solicitude as to the result which is always so entirely +deceiving to those who have hoped to see her show signs of painful +embarrassment. + +After surveying them in thoughtful silence for a moment, the old lawyer +bent over his ward, and hugged and kissed her with an unctuousness +justified by his great age and extreme goodness. It was his fine old way +of bestowing an inestimable blessing upon all the plump younger women of +his acquaintance, and the benediction was conferred on the slightest +pretexts, and impartially, up to a certain age. + +"Am I to construe what I have seen and heard, my dear, as equivalent to +the conclusion of my guardianship?" he asked, smilingly. + +"Oh, please don't be so ridiculous--oh, I never was so exquisitely +nervous," pleaded the helpless, fluttered young creature. + +"I reckon I've betrayed your confidence, sir," said MONTGOMERY, +desperately; "but you must have known, from hearsay at least, how I have +felt toward this young lady ever since our first meeting, and should not +have exposed me to a temptation stronger than I could bear. I have, +indeed, done myself the honor to offer her the hand and heart if one +who, although but a poor gentleman, will be richer than kings if she +deigns to make him so." + +"Why, how absurd!" ejaculated the orphan, quickly. "It's perfectly +ridiculous to call me well off: and how could I make you richer than +kings and things, you know?" + +The old and the young men exchanged looks of unspeakable admiration at +such touching artlessness. + +"Sweet innocence!" exclaimed her guardian, playfully pinching her cheek +and privately surprised at its floury feeling. "What would you say if I +told you that, since our shrewd EDDY retired from the contest, I have +been wishing to see you and our Southern friend here brought to just +such terms as you appear to have reached? What would you say if I added +that, such consummation seeming to be the best you or your friends could +do for yourself, I have determined to deal with you as a daughter, in +the matter of seeing to it that you begin your married life with a +daughter's portion from my own estate?" + +Both the young people had his hands in theirs, on either side of him, in +an instant. + +"There! there!" continued the excellent old gentleman, "don't try to +express yourselves. FLORA, place one of your hands in the breast of my +coat, and draw out the parcel you find there. * * * That's it. The +article it contains once belonged to your mother, my dear, and has been +returned to me by the hands to which I once committed it in the hope +that they would present it to you. I loved your mother well, my child, +but had not enough property at the time to contend with your father. +Open the parcel in private, and be warned by its moral: Better is wilful +waist than woeful want of it." + +It was the stay-lace by which Mrs. POTTS, from too great persistence in +drawing herself up proudly, had perished in her prime. + +"Now come into the open air with me, and let us walk to Central Park," +continued Mr. DIBBLE, shaking off his momentary fit of gloom, "I have +strange things to tell you both. I have to teach you, in justice to a +much-injured man, that we have, in our hearts, cruelly wronged that +excellent and devout Mr. BUMSTEAD, by suspecting him of a crime whereof +he is now proved innocent at least _I_ suspected him. To-morrow night we +must all be in Bumsteadville. I will tell you why as we walk." + + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +SOLUTION. + +In the darkness of a night made opaque by approaching showers, a man +stands under the low-drooping branches of the edge of a wood skirting +the cross-road leading down to Gospeler's Gulch. + +"Not enough saved from the wreck even to buy the merciful rope that +should end all my humor and impecuniosity!" he mutters, over his folded +arms and heaving chest. "I have come to this out-of-the-way suburb to +end my miserable days, and not so much as one clothes-line have I seen +yet. There is the pond, however; I can jump into that, I suppose: but +how much more decent were it to make one's quietus under the merry +greenwood tree with a cord--" + +He stops suddenly, holding his breath; and, almost simultaneously with a +sharp, rushing noise in the leaves overhead, something drops upon his +shoulder. He grasps it, cautiously feels of it, and, to his unspeakable +amazement, discovers that it is a rope apparently fastened to the +branches above! + +"Wonderful!" he ejaculates, in an awe-stricken whisper. "Providence +helps a wretch to die, if not to live. At any other time I should think +this very strange, but just now I've got but one thing to do. Here's my +rope, here's my neck, and here goes!" + +Heedless of everything but his dread intention, he rapidly ties the rope +about his throat, and is in the act of throwing forward his whole weight +upon it, when there is a sharp jerk of the rope, he is drawn up about +three feet in the air, and, before he can collect his thoughts, is as +abruptly let down upon his feet again. Simultaneously, a sound almost +like suppressed swearing comes very clearly to his ear, and he is +conscious of something dimly white in the profound darkness, not far +away. + +"Sold again: signed, J. BUMSTEAD," exclaims a deep voice. "I thought the +rope was caught in a crotch; but 'twasn't. Try't once more." + +The astounded hearer feels the rope tugging at his own neck again, and, +with a half comprehension of the situation, calls "Stop!" in a +suffocating voice. + +"Who's there?" comes from the darkness. + +"JEREMY BENTHAM, late proprietor of first-class American Comic +Paper.--Died of Comic Serial.--Want to hang myself," is the jerky reply +from the other side. + +"Got your own rope, sir?" + +"No. One fell down on my shoulders just as I was wishing for it; but it +seems to be too elastic." + +"That's the other end 'f _my_ rope, air," rejoins the second voice, as +in wrath. "I threw't over the branches and thought it had caught, +instead of that it let me down, sir." + +"And drew me up," says Mr. BENTHAM. + +Before another word can be spoken by either, the light of a dark-lantern +is flashed upon them. There is Mr. BUMSTEAD, not three yards from Mr. +BENTHAM; each with an end of the same rope about his neck, and the head +of the former turbaned with a damp towel. + +"Are ye men?" exclaims the deep voice of Mr. MELANCTHON SCHENCK from +behind the lantern, "and would ye madly incur death before having taken +out life-policies in the Boreal?" + +"And would my uncle celebrate my return in this style?" cried still +another voice from the darkness. + +"Who's that spoke just then?" cries the Ritualistic organist. + +The answer comes like the note of a trumpet:-- + +"EDWIN DROOD!" + +At the same instant a great glare of light breaks upon the scene from a +bonfire of tar-barrels, ignited at the higher end of the cross-road by +young SMALLEY; and, to the mingled bewilderment and exasperation of Mr. +BUMSTEAD, the radiance reveals, as in noonday, Mr. SCHENCK and his +long-lost nephew standing before him; and, coming towards them in +festive procession from Gospeler's Gulch. MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON with +FLORA on his arm, the Reverend OCTAVIUS SIMPSON escorting MAGNOLIA, Mr. +DIBBLE guarding Mrs. SIMPSON, Mr. CLEW'S arm in arm with JOHN +McLAUGHLIN. Father DEAN and Judge SWEENEY, Miss CAROWTHERS, and the +SMYTHES. + +"Trying to hang yourselves!" exclaims Mr. DIBBLE, as the throng gathers +curiously around the two gentlemen of the rope. + +"And my old friend BENTHAM, too!" cries the Gospeler. + +"How perfectly ridiculous!" warbles FLORA. + +Staring majestically from one face to the other, and from thence towards +the illuminating bonfire, Mr. BUMSTEAD, quite unconscious of the +picturesque effect of the towel on his head, deliberately draws an +antique black bottle from his pocket, moistens his lips therewith, +passes it to the Comic Paper man, and eats a clove. + +"What is the meaning of this general intoxication?" he then asks quite +severely. "Why does this mass-meeting, greatly under the influence of +inferior liquor as it plainly is, intrude thus upon the last hours of a +Ritualistic gentleman and a humorous publisher?" + +"Because, Uncle JACK," returns EDWIN DROOD, holding his hands curiously +behind him as he speaks, "this is a night of general rejoicing +Bumsteadville, in honor of my reappearance; and, directed by your +landlord, Mr. SMYTHE, we have come out to make you join in our cheer. We +are all heartily sorry for the great anguish you have endured in +consequence of my unexplained absence. Let me tell you ow it was, as I +have already told all our friends here. You know where you placed me +while you were in your clove-trance, and I was o unbecomingly asleep, on +Christmas night. Well, I was discovered there, in less than three hours +thereafter, by JOHN MCLAUGHLIN, who carried me to his own house, and +there managed to awaken me. Recovering my senses, I was disgusted with +myself, ashamed of what had happened, and anxious to leave +Bumsteadville. I swore 'Old Mortarity' to secrecy--" + +"--Which I have observed," explains MCLAUGHLIN, nodding. + +"--And started immediately for Egypt, in Illinois," continues Mr. DROOD. +"There I went into railroading; am engaged to a nice little girl there; +and came back two days ago to explain myself all around, returning here, +I saw JOHN MCLAUGHLIN first, who told me that a certain Mr. CLEWS was +here to unravel the Mystery about me, and persuaded me to let Mr. CLEWS +work you into another visit to the cellar the Pauper Burial Ground, and +there appear to you as my own ghost, before finally revealing myself as +I now do." + +The glassy eyes of the Ritualistic organist are fixed upon him in a most +uncomfortable manner, but no comment comes. + +"And I, Mr. BUMSTEAD," says the old lawyer, "must apologize to you for +having indulged a wrong suspicion. Possibly you were rather rash in +charging everybody else with assassination and larceny, and offering to +marry my ward upon the strength of her dislike to you; but we'll say no +more of those things now. Miss POTTS has consented to become Mrs. +PENDRAGON; Miss PENDRAGON is the betrothed of Rev. Mr. SIMPSON,--" + +"--Miss CAROWTHERS honors me with a matrimonial preference," +interpolates Judge SWEENEY, gallantly bowing to that spinster.-- + +"--Breachy Mr. BLODGETT!" sighs the lady, to herself.-- + +"--And three weddings will help us to forget everything but that which +is bright and pleasant," concludes the lawyer. + +Next steps to the front Mr. TRACEY CLEWS, with his surprising head of +hair, and archly remarks: + +"I believe you take me for a literary man, Mr. BUMSTEAD." + +"What is that to me, sir? _I've_ no money to lend," returns the +organist, with marked uneasiness. + +"To tell you the truth," proceeds the author of "The Amateur Detective," +--"to tell you the whole truth, I have been playing the detective with +you by order of Mr. DIBBLE, and hope you will excuse my practice upon +you." + +"He is my clerk," explains Mr. DIBBLE. + +Whereupon Mr. TRACEY CLEWS dexterously whips off his brush of red hair, +and stands revealed as Mr. BLADAMS. + +Merely waiting to granulate one more clove, Mr. BUMSTEAD settles the +rope about his neck anew, squints around under the wet towel in a +curiously ghastly manner, and thus addresses the meeting:-- + +"Ladies and gen'l'men--I've listened to y'r impudence with patience, and +on any other 'casion would be happy to see y'all safe home. At present, +however, Mr. BENTHAM and I desire to be left alone, if 'ts all th' same +t' you. You can come for the bodies in th' morning." + +"BENTHAM! BENTHAM!" calls the Gospeler, "I can't see you acting in that +way, old friend. Come home with me to-night, and we'll talk of starting +a Religious Weekly together. That's your only successful American Comic +Paper." + +"By Jove! so it is!" bawls JEREMY BENTHAM, like one possessed. "I never +thought of that before! I'm with you, my boy." And, hastily slipping the +rope from his neck, he hurries to his friend's side. + +"And you, Uncle JACK--look at this!" exclaims Mr. E. DROOD, bringing +from behind his back and presenting to the melancholy organist a thing +that looks, at first glance, like an incredibly slim little black girl, +headless, with no waist at all, and balanced on one leg. + +Mr. BUMSTEAD reaches for it mechanically; a look of intelligence comes +into his glassy eyes; then they fairly flame. + +"ALLIE!" he cries, dancing ecstatically. + +It is the Umbrella--old familiar bone-handle, brass ferrule--in a +bran-new dress of alpaca! + +All gaze at him with unspeakable emotion, as, with the rope cast from +him, he pats his dear old friend, opens her half way, shuts her again, +and the while smiles with ineffable tenderness. + +Suddenly a shriek--the voice of FLORA--breaks the silence:-- + +"It rains!--oh, my complexion!" + +"Rains?" thunders the regenerated BUMSTEAD, in a tone of inconceivable +triumph. "So it does. Now then, ALLIE, do your duty;" and, with a softly +wooing, hospitable air, he opens the umbrella and holds it high over his +head. + +By a common instinct they all swarm in upon him, craning their heads far +over each other's shoulders to secure a share of the Providential +shelter. The glare of the great bonfire falls upon the scene; the rain +pours down in torrents: they crowd in upon him on all sides, until what +was once a stately Ritualistic man resembles some tremendous monster +with seventeen wriggling bodies, thirty-four legs, and an alpaca canopy +above all. + +THE END. + + * * * * * + +THE RACE OF THE DAUNTLESS AND CAMBRIA. + +Punchinello's Sporting Special went down to Sandy Hook last week to +supervise the race between the _Dauntless_ and the _Cambria_. The affair +was consequently a great success. + +Attired in white corduroy breeches, a blue velvet waistcoat, and a light +boating-jacket of yellow flannel, your reporter left the Battery at 6 +hrs. 22 m, and 5 secs, on Friday morning, and steamed slowly down the +bay in the editorial row-boat _Punchinelletto_, which was manned by an +individual of remarkable oar-acular powers. So highly was he gifted +indeed in this respect, that your special was enabled to predict the +result of the aquatic gambols with perfect accuracy, as it afterward +appeared. Having got the yachts in position, he gave Messrs. BENNETT and +ASHBURY an audience, in which it was settled by your representative +that, owing to a split in the _Cambria's_ club-topsail, both parties +should carry their block-headed jibs; and the contest was begun. + +In his anxiety to see fair play, however, your reporter at first +innocently took the lead, shooting off, at the given signal, far in +advance of the two yachts. His surprise was therefore great when the +latter suddenly hove to on their beam-ends, and declared an armistice, +to permit of Mr. ASHBURY'S publishing the following: + +_Card_. + +Much as I appreciate the kindness and attention extended to me on all +previous occasions in these waters, I must still politely insist that +the _Punchinelletto_ relinquish her natural and perhaps unavoidable +tendency to take the wind out of everybody's sails, and submit to remain +in the wake of these yachts during the continuance of the race. And I +hereby challenge all fast-sailing yachts of over 100 tons burthen, and +under 50, to a 15-mile race dead to windward and back again alive. + +(Signed) ASHBURY. + +Upon this your reporter manned the yard-arms, fired a salute of 100 +guns, and directed the Oar-acular to back water; thereby giving the +_Dauntless_ the lead, which she retained up to the end of the race. By +the clever management of her Tacks she succeeded in completely Nailing +the _Cambria_. On the home-stretch, however, the latter began "eating +up" on her to such an alarming degree, that it was feared the provisions +of the Dauntless would not hold out. By putting the crew on half-rations +of champagne and sponge-cake this awful calamity was averted. + +Excited by the presence of danger, your reporter forgot his habitual +caution, and giving his Oar-ist a hearing, made all sail for the +mark-boat. The tow-line was passed from the bows aft, and there attached +to the boat-hook, held by your representative. Upon this impromptu +clothes-line was crowded all the canvas, velvet, linen, and other +dry-goods appertaining to the gallant captain and his self-sacrificing +crew. The latter gentleman might have been seen under this gay cloud of +drapery working fitfully but energetically to and fro. But 't was all in +vain! The _Dauntless_ passed the mark-boat, and the race was won. Won? +But by whom? + +The daily papers, with their usual inaccuracy, have made it appear that +the _Dauntless_ was the winner, but among thinking men there is but one +opinion in regard to the matter, an opinion fully explained and +corroborated in the following, published by Mr. ASHBURY, immediately on +the _Punchinelletto_ passing the mark-boat: + +_Card_. + +I take this opportunity of saying that whatever misunderstanding may +have arisen in the early part of this race as to the position of the +_Punchinelletto_, it is now but just to admit that she has shown herself +worthy, both in point of speed and management, to take rank among the +first-class yachts of the fleet, and I hereby challenge, &c., &c. + +(Signed) ASHBURY. + +This was further supplemented by a + +_Card_ from Mr. BENNETT. + +In token of my concurrence in the brilliant success of the +_Punchinelletto_, and my personal esteem for her commander, I hereby +beg to place at his disposal my yacht _Dauntless_, together with all her +stores, ordnance, by-laws, and small arms. + +(Signed) BENNETT. + +In reply to both of which your reporter circulated the following: + +_Reply_. + +It is my express desire that no public mention shall be made of the part +by which the _Dauntless_ was permitted apparently to win the race. It is +the duty of him who might have been victor to display a magnanimous +spirit to those who in that case would have been the vanquished. I must, +however, regret that circumstances of a peculiar nature prevent my +availing myself of Mr. BENNETT's kind offer. Though this will not stand +in the way of my accepting with pleasure--nay, even with alacrity--the $250 +silver cup appointed for the winner of to-day's race, as the just meed +of one who, though of a naturally retiring disposition, is forced on the +present occasion to acknowledge himself _facile princeps_. + +(Signed) Sporting Spec, _vice_ PUNCHINELLO. + +After waiting for Mr. BENNETT'S gig, or water-buggy, to row up and award +the prize, your special nodded majestically to the Oar-acular, who +thereupon steamed slowly up the bay again, arriving at the Battery in +the rosy dawn. + + * * * * * + +PRUSSIA'S POSITION PHILOSOPHICALLY PUT. + +German metaphysicians have settled so completely to the satisfaction of +their countrymen that "being" and "not being" are identical, that this +may serve to explain how, while holding possession of her share in the +partition of Poland, Prussia professes to be virtuously indignant at +France for retaining Alsace and Lorraine. + + * * * * * + +OUT OF THE PAN INTO THE FIRE. + +What with BISMARCK'S pangerrmanism, the CZAR'S panslavism, NAPOLEON'S +panlatinism, the spread of pantheism, the threatened metamorphosis +of pantalettes into pantaloons, ANDREWS' pantarchy, and +Fox's pantomime, the old régime seems going precipitately to pot. + + * * * * * + +A JUDICIOUS JEW. + +Such was the one who wished to contract for the sweepings of Steinway +Hall when he heard that NILSSON showered throughout the room +her precious tones. + + * * * * * + +EXIT "SUN." + +The newsboys in the streets no longer cry _The Sun_, with stentorian +voices, but in gentle whispers, fearing to disturb the repose of that +waning luminary. + + * * * * * + +TAPPING THE TILL. + +Is there any connection between the quite common offence in New +York of "tapping the till," and the nomination of a Mr. TAPPAN for +Comptroller by the JOHN REAL Democracy? + + * * * * * + +THE PLAYS AND SHOWS + +Pretty _Fräulein_ Margarat asks me to go to church with her. She is not +a New Yorker--or, as Webster would probably say,--a New Yorkeress. She +is rural in her ways and thoughts, a daisy of the fields. Never having +seen the interior of a city church, she asks me to go with her to any +Protestant church that I may select. So we go to the shrine of St. +APOLLOS, which, I am told, is regarded as one of the most fashionable +houses in the city. + +It is a matinee service that we elect to attend. A long procession of +carriages is drawn up beside the building as we enter, and I recognize +in the coachmen the familiar faces that wait outside the ACADEMY on +opera nights. The organ overture is already begun, and the audience is +rapidly assembling. We enter the parquette--I should say, the body of +the church--and, standing in picturesque attitudes against the wall, +wait for the coming of the usher. We continue to wait. Evidently the +usher, in common with his kind, despises those who are not holders of +reserved seats. He welcomes with a smile the owners of private +boxes--pews, I mean--and shows them politely up the aisle; but for us, +who have not even an order from the mana--, sexton, I should say--he +has neither smile nor glance. + +By and by I pluck up courage and pluck him by the sleeve. So, with a +severe air of suppressed indignation, he shows us to a couple of +ineligible seats, where the draft disarranges MARGARET'S hair, and the +charity children drop books of the op--, that is to say, prayer-books, +and molasses candy in unpleasant proximity to our helpless feet. + +Neither MARGARET nor I possess a libret--, a prayer-book I mean. +However, that is a matter of no consequence, as we are both familiar +with the dialog--, or rather the service. The organist having ended his +overture, the service begins. Not even the wretched method of the +tenor--I refer of course to the clerk--and his miserably affected +execution of the recitative passages, can mar the beauty of the words. +The audience evidently feels their solemn import. The young lady and the +young male person who sit immediately in front of me clasp surreptitious +hands as they bow their heads to repeat the confession that they are +miserable sinners, and she whispers by no means softly to him of the +"frightful bonnets the SMITH girls have on." Presently the recitative of +the clerk is succeeded by a contest in chanting--probably for the +championship--by two rival choruses of shrill-voiced boys, who hurl +alternate verses of the Psalms at one another with the fiercest +intensity. MARGARET is betrayed into an inadvertent competition with +them, by reading a verse aloud, as had been her custom elsewhere, but +the charity children smile aloud at her, and the usher frowns, so she +sits down again with reddened cheeks. + +I say to her, "that this choir contest is an excellent feature, one that +is sure to draw." But she answers nothing, and busily reads the +libret--, the psalm, to herself. + +Then comes the litany. And here again MARGARET betrays her rural habits, +by repeating audibly the first response, thus encroaching on the +province of the choir-boys, who have now united, and form a fine and +powerful chorus, less picturesque perhaps than the Druidical chorus in +the first act of _Norma_, but quite as religious in its effect. After +which comes a hymn, executed by a soprano, who is really a deserving +little girl, and whom I little expected to find doing the leading +business in a first-class church, when I first saw her in the chorus at +the Stadt Theatre, seven years ago. MARGARET, warned by experience, does +not venture to interfere with the singing, to the evident disappointment +of the usher, who is watching her with the intention, plainly expressed +on his face, of peremptorily putting her out, if she sings a single +note. Then comes a recitation of the commandments by the leading male +perfor--, that is to say, by the rector, supported by the double chorus, +and the orches--, the organ, I should say; and then we have the sermon. + +I like the sermon. It is delivered with admirable effect, and is, on the +whole, more soothing than the average syrup of the apocryphal Mrs. +WINSLOW. The rector compliments us all on our many virtues, and +contrasts us with the supposititious sinners who are presumed to abound +somewhere in the vicinity of rival houses. The middle-aged men evidently +feel that he will make no mistake worth noticing, and so go to sleep as +calmly as though they were at BOOTH'S THEATRE. The middle-aged ladies +contemplate the dresses of their neighbors, and the young people flirt +with cautious glances. When the curtain--when it is over, I mean--we go +cheerfully away, like an audience that has slept through a Shakesperean +play, and feels that it has done its duty. And when we are once more in +the street, I say to MARGARET: "This has been a delightful performance. +There has been nothing said to make one feel disagreeably discontented +with one's self, nor has there been any impolite suggestions as to the +undesirable future of anybody, except the low wretches who, of course, +don't go to any church. How much better this is than the solemn service, +and, the unpleasantly personal sermons that we used to hear at your +little rural church." + +MARGARET.--"I do not like it. Why should boys be hired to pray, and +women to sing for me? Why should I be told by the preacher that I am +perfectly good, when I have just confessed that I am a 'miserable +sinner?' Why do you call this service religious, and Rip Van Winkle +theatrical? Believe me, St. APOLLOS deserves a place among your 'Plays +and Shows' quite as much as does BOOTH'S or WALLACK'S."' + +And I to her--"St. APOLLOS shall take its proper place in PUNCHINELLO'S +show. But permit me to say that you are very unreasonable. What do you +go to church for? To be made uncomfortable and dissatisfied with +yourself?" + +MARGARET,--"To be made better." + +MATADOR. + + * * * * * + +A PASTOR ON POLITICS. + +The Reverend Mr. CREAMCHEESE congratulated the hearers of his last +sermon upon the encouraging religious aspects of the time, remarking how +pleasant it was in this fall season to find all the political parties in +the country so interested in making their election sure. We maybe +mistaken, but we think the Rev. gentleman's zeal outruns his discretion. +The preying of politicians is of a kind which we trust the clergy will +never seek to imitate; but now that Congress has undertaken to supervise +this matter of election, there no knowing what it may become in the +future. + + * * * * * + +AN EVASIVE REPLY. + +A Correspondent suggests that in No. 30 our artist has given Mr. C. A. +DANA, in representing him as refusing a bribe with virtuous indignation, +a two-cent-imental an expression. In reply, Mr. PUNCHINELLO--although +his own opinion is that the mistake has been in making it rather +dollar-ous than cent-imental--would refer his correspondent to the +artist. + + * * * * * + +A QUERY FOR SOL-UTION. + +Is it a fact that, because _Sol_ is the Latin for _Sun_, being on the +_Sun_ is therefore equivalent to being a SOLON? + + * * * * * + +TO THE DIPLOMATISTS OF THE HUB. + +Whether the Boston dip is a penny one or not, it is nevertheless +scandalous. + + * * * * * + +POEMS OF THE CRADLE. + + +CANTO IX. + + Rub-a-dub, dub, + Three men in a tub, + The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick-Maker, + They all jumped into a rotten potato. + +Behold the gentle Poet, now in the midst of the tumult of war. How +calmly he surveys from his elevated position the situation of the hosts +and the signs of the times. He hears the drums beat and the bugle call +to arms, and his soul is filled with martial ardor. Unable to wield the +sword, he seizes his poetical pen, resolved to become the Chronicler and +Historian of the war, and thus add his little mite for the improvement +of future generations. He decided that it must be characteristic, and in +keeping in style with his other productions: short, pithy, and +comprehensive; simple and amusing enough for a child; deep and sarcastic +enough for the most astute mind. + +He begins by describing in graphic style the sounds that first struck on +his ear and fired his manly soul--the beat of the rolling drum. Then +comes a description of the terrible conflict that occurred in his native +village, between the three most prominent men of the day. This, not to +be too verbose, he simply likens to being "in a tub." + +BILLY the butcher, stout, red-faced, and pugilistic, with his particular +friend MARC the baker, having become jealous of the beautiful shop and +immense patronage of JOHNNY the candlestick-maker, resolve to put an end +to it in some way, even if they have to fight him. + +That showy candlestick shop, with its gay trimmings and beautiful +ornaments, open every day before their face and eyes, and attracting +crowds of idlers who stand gazing in at the windows, or lounging around +the doors, is a little too much for the Butcher, who in vain displays +before his door the fresh-cut meat and the tempting sausage. True, he +has plenty of customers; but they come because they need what he has to +sell; they come of necessity, not for pleasure. The Baker experiences +the same vexation, as he sees his loaves passed by and mockingly made +light of. + +They bear awhile in silent envy the annoying sight of the rollicking +crowd and the joyful JOHNNY with his troop of apprentices, who have all +they can possibly do to attend to their numerous customers, and who +receive their broad pieces of money with a careless ease that makes the +fingers of the lookers-on tingle. + +At last human nature can stand it no longer. The two malicious +storekeepers put their heads together, and resolve to draw their +prosperous enemy into a fight that will ruin him and enable them to +smash his windows. Accordingly, they throw stones and dirt at him, but +he, intently interested in his store, notices them not. His noisy +apprentices and loungers around see and point out the insult, and urge +him to avenge himself. But no; he has no time to pay attention to petty +annoyances; he is too busy getting up a huge candlestick for the Fair, +and so, to smooth matters over, he sends his two enemies an invitation +to view the magnificent candlestick that is to throw so much light on +the world. + +"He is either too stupid or too sharp for us," sighs the Baker; "we +can't do anything in that way. Suppose we set up an opposition store, +with one of your sons for Proprietor, and see what effect that will +have."--"Good, it shall be done," says the Butcher. + +Soon an empty store adjoining is hired, and being put in order, when the +hitherto blind Proprietor wakes up to the fact that there is a coalition +against him, and that he had better be stirring or he will lose his +trade. Accordingly he writes a remonstrance to his friend the Butcher, +telling him "he wishes no rival in the trade. He has always had a +monopoly, and he intends to keep it." His apprentices back him up in his +assertions, and declare they are ready to die for him and their +candlesticks. The advent of the messenger is noticed with inward +rejoicing by the twain, but, when he presents his remonstrance, he is +immediately kicked out of doors. + +That is the last feather, the one straw too much, and the excitable +little Candlestick-maker at once challenges his opponents to deadly +combat. + +The Poet, with a sublime contempt for the mysterious and wonderful +intricacies of war, significantly calls this rush to arms a "jumping +into a rotten potato." + +Alas! it proves a rotten potato to the poor Candlestick-maker. Out +sallies the Butcher with his cleaver, and his boys with their knives, +and by his side the Baker with his rolling-pin, followed by his crowd of +friends armed with toasting-forks and cutting-irons, presenting a +formidable front to the astonished JOHNNY and his handful of +apprentices. + +But there is no back-door to creep out through now; so at it they go, +Valor against Might, but Might is the stronger, and Valor gets knocked +on the head and has to fall back. This exasperates the heroic defenders +of the shop, who exclaim, "If you can't fight any better than that, you +had better leave," and immediately begin an attack in his rear. + +The poor man, astonished at this unlooked-for defection from his ranks, +turns his eyes imploringly around for aid, but sees none that can avail +him. He hears on all sides the shout, "Clear out, clear out. If you +can't win the battle for yourself, we will win it for ourselves, and +keep the spoils." Sadly he views the situation; he feels the kicks of +the Candlestick-makers in the rear, and he knows there is no hope for +him. But his beloved store! he will save that if he can; he will offer +himself as a sacrifice. + +With compressed lips he walks to the Butcher, and says, "You have got +the best of me; I'll give in. Stop the fighting." BILLY, overjoyed at +the victory, embraces him, and is about to give the order for retreat, +when the wily Baker whispers, "The shop is there yet, and it is that +that troubles us as much as the man. Let us keep at it till we demolish +it, and thus put a stop to all future controversy. After killing the old +fox, don't leave a nest of young ones to grow up and bite us. What is +their loss is our gain, you know. Do you understand?" "Yah, Yah!" + + * * * * * + +Latest from Below. + +An unsophisticated young imp, who had not long been in Hades, was +cowering over a small fire in a distant corner, endeavoring to keep from +freezing, when his Impious Majesty himself heard the youth +soliloquizing: "When will LIE BIG, the editor of the _Sun_, keep me +company?" "You blockhead!" exclaimed his Majesty, "LIE BIG, the editor +of the _Sun_, is not coming back for some time; he is of more service to +me on earth, making converts for my jurisdiction, than the public are +probably aware." + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: ENGAGEMENT IN HIGH LIFE. + +Perhaps it is not generally known that Miss SUSAN B. ANTHONY desires to +leave one field only that she may enter another; in other words, that +the lady contemplates marriage. Our authority is uncertain whether the +prospective groom is one of our border aborigines or an ex-Fenian leader +of noted gallantry. We have, however, ventured upon the following sketch +illustrative, in advance, of the reception, and which, in the absence of +more explicit information, we may as well call-- + +ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRICK.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: A CARPET GENERAL. + +_Brigadier-General Woodford_. "DEAR ME, WHAT A DISAGREEABLE SMELL! +WONDER WHAT IT CAN BE?" + +_Lady_. "OH! THAT'S GUNPOWDER, GENERAL." + +_Brigadier-General Woodford_. "GUNPOWDER?--AW! IS IT? NEVER SMELT +ANYTHING OF THE KIND BEFAW."] + + * * * * * + +HIGH-HANDED OUTRAGE. + +EDITOR OF PUNCHINELLO: Sir:--I am the young lady, travelling in New +Jersey (perhaps they will next make a crime of _that_!), and mentioned +in a recent paragraph as having been asked by a person (called a _man_) +"if _this_ was ELIZABETH?" + +I insist, Sir, that I was right in resenting, as I did, the impudent +familiarity of this person (called a _man_), who, after sitting for an +hour or two in perfect silence (having first intruded himself into the +seat beside me without making any kind of apology), abruptly turns to me +and says, "Is _this_ ELIZABETH?" + +I insist, Sir, that I was right in asking the ruffian what he meant. +Consider the abruptness, Sir, of this question--this selfish question, +as it turned out, after a grim and gruff silence of an hour and a +quarter. Could not this unamiable person (called a _man_), have prepared +me for it by a few moments' affable conversation? Why should he dare +intrude his "Is this ELIZABETH?" with such brutal abruptness? Not a +sudden proposal from one of my numerous suitors could have startled me +more. + +Look at the question, Sir, as pointing at my supposed Christian name (I +_have_ one, but it is _not_ ELIZABETH, nor yet ELIZA); can you imagine +anything more odiously familiar? "Well known for his mild and gentle +disposition" this "gentleman" of Brooklyn may be; but there was no +mildness, no gentleness this time, I assure you! The language alone +proves _that_! + +The rudeness was all the more shocking and discomposing, from the fact +that I was at that moment contemplating the elegant features of a +gentleman at the other end of the car, who seemed not altogether +indifferent to my appearance (which he would have been, perhaps, had I +seemed of "uncertain age," as the low fellow observes who wrote this +paragraph), and there was every appearance of a growing interest in two +susceptible hearts, when this cold-blooded (but "mild and gentle") +person launched his brutal interrogatory, so selfish and unfeeling, with +such violent abruptness. + +Look, if you will, Sir, at the question as referring purely to the city +which we were approaching. How did I know that my new found, but already +dear friend was not about to alight (as, indeed, he seemed to be), and +leave me to the disgusting society of this "mild and gentle" barbarian +sitting beside me in such a state of stolid indifference, and thinking +only of a vulgar town, and his still more vulgar affairs in that town! + +Consider again, Sir, the audacity of this person (called a _man_), in +repeating his odious question after the rebuke I had administered! Yes, +he actually repeated it! as though I were a long-lost acquaintance, of +whose identity he felt more than doubtful; I simply said to him (though +the slanderous report says I _screamed_ it), "You may think you are a +gentleman, Sir" (and here I claim is evinced a disposition to be fair +even to an enemy)--"you may _think_ you are a gentleman, Sir, to address +a lady so; but I do not wish to continue any further talk with you." + +You may fancy the state of my feelings, Mr. PUNCHINELLO, at being +obliged to make this little speech, and my friend at the other end of +the car looking on, with wonder in every one of his expressive features, +and the conductor at that instant coming in and shouting, "ELIZABETH!" +as though I were called for and must go that very instant. Indeed, I +felt very much like doing so--but not, I assure you, on perceiving that +the "mild and gentle" ogre I have been speaking of was already going +out. No; I was thankful I was going further, though the behavior of the +remaining passengers was not calculated to inspire me with a very +quieting sense of ease. + +You will, I am sure, excuse the feelings of a lady who has been insulted +by a ruffianly person (called a _man_), and affronted by a car-full of +insolent and vulgar mob, called the American Public. I hope the +gentleman at the other end of the car will take for granted that _he_ +was not one of this brutal mob. + +Yours, with much feeling, + +MEDORA EUPHEMIA SLAPSADDLE. + + * * * * * + +THE LAST MOTTO OF THE JOHN REAL DEMOCRACY.--O'BRIEN, +LED--WITH a hook. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: THE POLITICAL CAT'S-PAW. JOCKO WOODFORD MAKES TOMCAT +LEDWITH USEFUL FOR PULLING THE ROASTED CHESTNUTS OFF THE FIRE.] + + * * * * * + +HIRAM GREEN INTERVIEWS HORACE GREELEY. + + +Some unpublished Facts--H.G. of the Tribune reveals to H.G. of +Punchinello what he Knows of Farming. + + +"H. G. OF THE _Tribune_, I believe," said I, reaching out and taking his +lilly-white hand, one Saturday mornin at Chattaqua. + +"Jess so," said he, politely, "and this is H.G. of PUNCHINELLO. We're a +helthy team at writin' comic essays--eh! Squire?" And the hills, dales, +and barn-yards resounded with our innercent prattle. + +"My bizziness, Mister GREELEY, is to see if you know as much about +agricoltural economy as you do about politikle economy. As I useter say +to culprits, who was bein tried before me when I was Gustise of the +Peece, you needent say nothin which will criminate yourself." + +"Well, my lerned friend," said he, hily pleased at my happy way of +puttin' things, "foller me, and I'le show you what farmin on scientific +prenciples can do for a man." + +Arm in arm we sailed forth, as gay and festiv as a pair of turkle +doves--HORRIS with his panterloons stuffed in his bute legs, and the +undersined with his specturcals adjusted on his nose. + +"Do you see that piece of land over yender?" said he, pintin to a strip +of 10 akers. "That was a worthless swamp two yeer ago. For $15,000.00 I +made it what it is, and to-day, I'me proud to say it, my farm is worth +$1,750.00 more, with that 10 akers under cultivation, than it was before +I drained it." + +"HORRIS," said I, wishin to humor him, "as an economist, this shows your +brains is in the rite spot." + +He then took me in his garden, and showed me what his success in the +sass bizziness had been. "Do you see that 10 aker bed?" said he. "Well! +last fall I saw a lot of pie plant growing in a wild state. I said +nothin to nobody, but when it got ripe I saved the seed. This spring I +planted that patch of ground with it, anticipatin the biggest crop of +pie timber in the State. And, sir, jest as sartin as this white hat was +once new," said he, pintin to his old plade out shappo, "when that stuff +grode to maturity, I sent a cart lode down to the market, and it was all +sent back with a note, statin that burdocks wasn't worth a cuss for +pies. But," said he, takin me by the button-hole, "no man can fool me +agin on pie timber." + +"As a farmer, HORRIS," said I, so as to keep the rite side of him, "your +ekal hasent been hatched." + +He then shode me the remains of a young orchird; said he: "The borers +got into the roots of them trees, which trees cost me, within the last +two yeer, about $5,000.00. I tried all sorts of ways to get rid of them. +I even set my hired man to readin artikles on 'What I know of farmin' to +'em. This put the grubs to sleep 'long at first, but they finally stopt +their ears up with clay, and wouldent listen. So that dodge was plade +out. I then bought a lot of ile of vitril and poured it about the roots +of them trees, and I tell you, friend GREEN," said he, as tickled as a +boy with his first pair of new boots, "it would have made you laff to +see them borers moosey." + +"But," said I, "it killed them trees deader'n a smelt." + +"Which don't amount to shucks, so long as the cause of sientific farmin +is benifitted, by showin bugs that the superior critter man is too many +meesles for the animile kingdom," was his reply. + +"Them trees over there," said this distingished farmer, "was a present +to me. They come marked _pine_ trees. It is over three yeers since they +was sot out, and not a solitary _pine apple_ have they yielded yet. I +reckon it takes time for them to bear fruit," said he in his simplisity. + +"Not only time," said I, somewhat surprised, "but if you live through +all etarnity, you won't see a darned apple on them trees." + +"But, Squire GREEN," said he, with a downcast air, "H. WARD BEECHER says +pine apples grows on pine trees, and as long as brother B. spends all +his salary in edicatin hisself for a farmer, he orter know." + +"Brother fiddlesticks," said I, a little riled at hearin him cote H.W.B. +as a farmist. "HANK is a 4 hoss team at raisin food for the sowl; but +when you come to depend on sich chaps to raise grub and other vegetables +for the stomack, excoose me for sayin it, it haint H. WARD'S fort, no +more'n it is mine to outsing NILLSON for the beer." + +We entered his poultry yard. + +"You're old peaches on raisin fouls, I've been told," said I. + +"Ker-r-rect," said he, "chickens is my best holt. Last spring I had a +favorite speckled hen--she was the specklest biped which ever wore +feathers. One day, I sot her on 300 eggs. That fowl done her level best +and spread evry feather, but she hadent enuff elasticity to cover so +much territory at one settin." + +"Well, sir," said he, straitenin his form, up to its full hite, "Sients +come to my ade. I got a feather bed, and with a glue pot bilt out that +hen's spread." + +"What," I says, "the hen dident hatch all them eggs?" + +"Not exsactly," was his reply; "she would have hatched every egg, +but--but--but--," and he broke down and bust into teers. + +"But--why?" I asked, soothin his perturbed spirrit. + +"She had a great deal of pride that hen did. She was terribly stuck up. +Just as she got settled down for a good square old-fashioned set, she +was so proud of her position, that somehow or other, it struck _in_ and +killed her." + +We visited his barn, which was chock full of farmin tools. Said he: + +"It is allers a mistery to peeple how I make farmin pay, but, Squire, +between you and I, heer's where I reckon I've got 'em. Where I loses in +other branches I make up heer. Any and everybody which invents a farmin +masheen sends me one, and I gives them a puff. Every 30 days I gets up a +bee, to which I invites the nabors. With hammers we knock them masheens +to pieces, and, sir!" said he, blowin his bugle horn of liberty with his +cote sleeve, "as the Roman mother once said, 'these is my tressoors,' +for, sure's your born, the sales of old iron more'n pays runnin my farm, +losses and all." + +The shades of nite was a fallin, so thankin H.G. for posten me up on his +farmin nolidge, I left him, with my mind fully made up, that, with the +Filosifer, the _pen_ was a heep site mitier in his hand than a farm is, +in which opinion any well-bred, onprejodiced farmer will fall into. +Ewers farminly, + +HIRAM GREEN, ESQ., + +Lait Gustise of the Peece. + + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE. + +"AT A PRIVATE THEATRE IN THIS CITY MR. J--N SM--TH RECENTLY MADE HIS +_début_ AS _Rolla_, AND CREATED A MARKED SENSATION."] + + * * * * * + +THE NEWMAN FUND. + +About seventy of the artists connected with the illustrated press of +this city and Boston have contributed drawings for the benefit of the +family of the late WILLIAM NEWMAN, formerly one of the designers of the +London _Punch_, and who for the last ten years held a prominent position +among the graphic artists of this city. To this move on the part of +kindred spirits, PUNCHINELLO cries "Bravo!" The kindly worker who has +passed away from our midst would have been foremost himself in moving +thus when death or sickness had fallen upon a brother of his guild. To +aid his family, then, in the manner proposed, is the best tribute than +can be paid to his memory. Due notice will be given of the arrangements +for exhibiting and disposing of the contributed pictures, to possess +some of which, PUNCHINELLO hopes, will be a matter of emulation with his +New York readers. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: OUR BAD CHILDREN ON THE BORDER. + +_Missionary_. "AND IT CAME TO PASS THAT CAIN WAS WROTH WITH ABEL, HIS +BROTHER, AND ROSE UP AGAINST HIM AND SLEW HIM." + +_Comanche Warrior_. "HOW! HOW!--GOOD!--CAIN RED MAN, EH?--ABEL WHITE +MAN?--HOW! HOW! CAIN GET ABEL'S SCALP--GOOD!"] + + * * * * * + +VENUS AND ADONIS + +An Eclogue of the Period. + +(Respectfully dedicated to the ladies of the Free-love Pantarchy.) + +_Venus._ + + Adonis, sweet, hide not thy blushing face: + What terrors masculine thy soul abash? + And why with boyish pout dost mar the grace + Of maiden lip and innocent moustache? + +_Adonis._ + + O you dry up! I tell you. I'll be cussed + If I'm a-going to stand such pesky bother + From you strong-minded gals. And, what's the wust, + I darn't touch ye.--G'long, 'r I'll tell your mother! + +_Venus._ + + And feel'st thou then no solemn intuition-- + No subtle psychological vibration-- + Or instant, full, spontaneous recognition + Of my pantarchic self-annunciation? + + For love is free, and mutual reaction + Of kindred organisms airily + Subsists and ceases, as 't gives satisfaction: + We change with changes of affinity. + +_Adonis._ + + Now just look here, you don't sponge no love free + At this here shop: it's stealing,--that's the sin it is! + What's more, too, if you want to hang 'round _me_ + You'd better just play light on them affinities! + + * * * * * + +A LETTER FROM THE "HUB." + +THE BOSS TOWN OF NEW ENGLAND, + + October 1870 times. + +DEAR PUNCHINELLO: Hailing (not to say reigning) from this august (and +all the year round) place, I naturally feel privileged to pour my +troubles into your ears, with doubts as to their length. [Length of +what, troubles or ears?--ED.] + +The fact is, no man was ever treated so badly or so seldom as I have +been. Others have "waked up" and found themselves famous. I've practised +waking for years, and never found myself in fame, or anything else, +excepting energetic "tailors' bills," and an occasional square meal. + +Thirsting for renown, I have coined my wealth of brains into one +transcending effort, and amid much travail of genius, and travel of paw +to pate, have produced the following + +ORIGINAL LINES, + +---------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------- + +* * * * * * + +---------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------- + +which I dedicate to the late Political Convention, as embodying the +principles there adopted, with this difference, that, while their +Resolutions have no point, my resolution enables me to make two points +in every line. + +While I'm not in the proverb business, I have a couple on hand that are +getting mouldy, so I send 'em along. + +"Once go to grass, and your enemies will soon make a hey-day over you." + +"Get all you can, and can all you get." + +But that reminds me of a Beautiful Tale:-- + +Deacon K---- lacked the confidence of the inhabitants of M----. He was +most sincerely detested for his hypocrisy and double-dealing, and so +very unpopular, that a few wags conceived the idea of drawing up a paper +requesting him to leave town. + +Once endorsed by two or three respectable names, the joke took; the +paper circulated like wildfire and soon contained every business name in +the place. + +A most horrible position to occupy in respect to one's neighbors. + +But the Deacon was a genius in his way. Getting possession of the +document, he adroitly changed the heading, and behold! the intended +rebuke was transformed into a humble petition to the President that +Deakon K---- be appointed Postmaster of M----. In due time the +appointment came, much to the consternation and chagrin of the +villagers. + +The position was held one season in spite of all opposition; but the +Deacon did not prosper in the end, for after wandering about the streets +of New York a miserable outcast, he naturally drifted on to the +editorial staff of the _Sun_. The End. + +Trusting, my dear 'NELLO, you will give me a good setting-up, and cast +my lines in pleasant places, I remain, + +Yours in fun, + +S. R. DEEN. + + * * * * * + +TIMELY. + +They now put little watches on the outside of portemonnaies and +cigar-cases. There has been doubt expressed as to the value of these +time-pieces; but if they go as certainly as the money and the cigars, +they will do very well. + + * * * * * + +HEAVY. + +There is now a strike among the blacksmiths, and as the men have already +come down very heavily, it is supposed it will be successful. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: ADVICE TO YOUNG LADIES. + +WHEN YOU HAVE NEW DRESSES OR BONNETS TO SHOW, ALWAYS GO LATE TO CHURCH, +SO THAT THERE MAY BE A FULL CONGREGATION TO PLAY OFF YOUR AIRS AND +GRACES UPON.] + + * * * * * + +MR. PUNCHINELLO'S POLITICAL MANUAL. + +I. QUALIFICATIONS OF A VOTER. + +Now and then Mr. PUNCHINELLO has noticed (with infinite scorn and +contempt) all the stuff and nonsense published in the newspapers about +registry and inspection, about citizenship and twenty-one years of age, +and other games and devices of that soft sort. The qualifications of a +voter may be stated with severe and scientific accuracy, as follows:-- + +_Ubiquity._--By this is to be understood the power, not of _being_, but +of _belonging_ in from six to twelve Wards at the same time. Analogous +to this is the capacity of being at once a subject of VICTORIA REGINA +and a loyal citizen of the United States--a talent most exquisitely +developed in the Hibernian nature. + +_Receptivity_.--This may be divided into two classes, as follows:-- + +1. The material power, which is that of receiving from any candidate any +sum of money which, the said ass of a candidate may be willing to pay +for a vote. + +2. The spiritual power, which is that of imbibing, at the expense of the +aforesaid candidate, any number of fluid pounds of anything good to +take, whether the same may be punches, cock-tails, smashes, slings, or +plain drinks. + +_Pugnacity_.--This is a quality by no means to be lightly spoken of, +especially in a District represented by that eminent warrior, the Hon. +Mr. MORRISSEY. Our fathers fought, bled, and died for liberty, and the +least an independent citizen can do is to be willing to fight and bleed +(and even he "kilt") in the same behalf. There is a difference, however, +between dying and being "kilt," which we need not point out to those +noble champions of liberty who are also of the Celtic persuasion. + +II. QUALIFICATIONS OF AN EDITOR. + +_Mendacity_.--This is a talent mainly developed in the manipulation of +election returns. But it may be exhibited in various other ways. Here, +for instance, is an obnoxious candidate who is a quiet, respectable, +honest, church-going family man. The height of mendacious talent is +shown in representing this paragon of virtue to be a brawler, a +blackguard, a swindler, an infidel, and a bad husband and father. If he +mildly denies that he is any such person, the proper course is to call +him all the unpleasant names over again, adding, by way of clincher, +that he is popularly supposed to have murdered his grandmother. This +will floor him. + +_Verbosity_.--This is the power of writing two columns in answer to a +three-line paragraph--of twisting, turning, transmogrifying, dissecting, +kicking, cuffing, illustrating, turning inside out, and outside in again +the aforesaid paragraph. The real master of this art will show his skill +by the great number of times in which he will manage to say "We" in the +course of his lucubration. + +III. QUALIFICATIONS OF A CANDIDATE. + +_Density_.--This indicates the utter incapacity of a candidate to +understand any public question. It is a very safe quality, for the more +he knows, the less likely is he to commit himself. It is an equally +pleasant quality, since it enables its possessor to take the fence and +to maintain it, while, by a sort of optical delusion, each party +supposes him to be upon its own side. It saves regular out and out +_lying_, if Mr. GREELEY will allow us to use so strong a word. For +instance, if asked, "Are you in favor of a Protective Tariff?" the +candidate may answer, "I am" (for he doesn't know whether he is) or "I +am not" (for he does not know but he may be a most cantankerous Free +Trader). In this way he may, with Roman honesty, satisfy everybody, and +promote peace and good-will and that sort of thing in the handsomest +manner. + +_Capillary Attraction_.--This is analogous to receptivity in the voter. +If the citizen drinks hugely, the candidate must be able to keep up with +him; and to have a sponge stomach equal to the absorption of quarts, and +even of gallons, is a piece of excellent good fortune for the man who is +fool enough to want to go to Congress, instead of enjoying the delights +of obscurity. Verily, he has his reward. He who suffers in the gin-mills +of New York may recover himself in the Champagne-sparkling saloons of +Washington. + +_Pecuniosity_.--"To him that hath shall be given." The candidate must +beg, borrow, or steal something to begin with. He must possess a power +of bleeding equal to that of twenty-four country doctors. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO has here given a skeleton sketch of his great work upon +politics. The reader had better make the most of it; for the Great Book +will not be published until after the author's death, which he doesn't +think (if he knows himself) is likely to happen tomorrow. And so he +closes with a brief exhortation: Go on, worthy gentlemen! Continue to +spend, drink, war, falsify, for the good of your country! Are you a +Voter? Show yourself to be such indeed, by voting all day, all the time, +and at all the polling-places! Are you a Candidate? Show yourself to be +a good one by keeping your mouth shut (except for drinking) and your +pocket open! Are you an Editor? Ah! Mr. P. has nothing to say to you. +Mr. P. is an Editor too! We understand each other, worthy brother! We +know where the world keeps its cakes and ale! + + * * * * * + +CAPITAL REMOVAL. + +MR. PUNCHINELLO having been invited to attend and address the +Capital Removal Convention (so called) held in Cincinnati, wrote a +letter declining to be present, upon the ground that he was exceedingly +comfortable where he was. However, he added his views at great +length, but the ingrates did not even read his letter. In this he advocated +the removal of the Capitol to some point so distant that twenty-three +months of an Honorable Member's term of twenty-four months +would be spent in going and returning. At the same time Mr. P. suggested +the abolition of the salaries of the Members; and the passage +of an act making it a forgery for any member to print in _The Globe_ +a never-uttered speech. But, alas for the wisdom of age! he doesn't +see that the Convention acted on any of these suggestions. + + * * * * * + +SMALL POTATOES.--The "Murphy" Radicals. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: VERY APPROPRIATE. + +_Young Man_. "HELLO! MRS. CRUMBLETY, WHAT ARE YER DOIN' ALONG ER THAT +NEWFOUDLING DORG?" + +_Mrs. C._ "WELL, HE STRAYED INTO OUR HOUSE LAST NIGHT AND AS HE DIDN'T +SEEM TO HAVE NO MASTER, I THOUGHT I'D JEST TAKE HIM ROUND TO THIS HERE +NEW FOUNDLING HOSPITAL."] + + * * * * * + +SARSFIELD YOUNG'S REMINISCENCES OF CHARLES DICKENS. + +It is surprising that since Mr. DICKEN'S decease no one should have +conceived the idea of writing a sketch of that illustrious author. It is +perhaps too much to require that some competent person prepare his +biography, but the public have a right to expect at least a few +reminiscences. I am persuaded to sketch the following imperfect outlines +only from a conviction that the great novelist has in this respect been +neglected. I trust I shall not be deemed to have broken the seal of +private confidence in this disclosing how well I knew him, and (what is +still more remarkable) how well he knew me:-- + +[While Mr. DICKENS was on his first visit to this country, the writer +had not the pleasure of his acquaintance. He put up in Philadelphia, at +a well-known and fashionable boarding-house then kept by an aunt of +mine, at the corner of Second and Thirteenth streets. He never said +anything while there, until he came to pay his board bill, when bidding +my aunt farewell, he observed: _"Mrs. SAGOE, for terseness and brevity, +your steaks surpass any I have ever met with."_ Aunt Sarah had these +words neatly framed, and they have hung in her back parlor to this day. + +Before he came again, the country had made wonderful progress. A new +generation had been born, including myself.] + +When the steamer was signalled, I went down on the wharf. DICKENS was +standing near the rail, and wore a coat, vest, pants, and a hat. I +couldn't make out through the glass how much they cost, and I forgot to +ask him afterward. Shortly after she had hauled into the dock, I went on +board. We shook hands. Mr. DICKENS had a peculiar way of reserving his +right hand for this process, though on great occasions he would use +both. We employed all four, with the understanding that a more formal +demonstration should be made at PARKER'S. I offered to carry his valise. +Graciously declining my services, he betokened his appreciation of my +delicate attention by presenting me on the spot with a complete set of +his works--Author's Edition. + +"My dear fellow," he whispered, "there's a Boston man down below, +blacking my other pair of boots, who'd feel hurt if I should let anybody +else take that bag." + +I called upon him as soon as he was fairly settled, and found him in his +shirt-sleeves, writing vigorously. Mr. DICKENS'S intimate friends are +aware that he indulged in the habit, while writing, of occasionally +dipping his pen in the inkstand. I don't remember much about the room +except that there were several chairs (good chairs) and a table in it. +The distinguished occupant was sitting about nine and a half feet from +the door facing the Southwest, his hair well brushed, head a little +inclined to the right, except his eyes, which, were inclined to twinkle +as though he had just hit upon something particularly bright and happy. +The carpet was green with a red figure. You could see in a moment that +he was a man of genius. The room was lighted with gas. Was it possible +that the immortal author of "DICKENS'S Works" was before me? [Upon the +table was a cigar, half consumed, an inkstand, three pen-holders, a +bundle of envelopes, a brass key, several bouquets, a paper-cutter, a +stick of sealing-wax, a quantity of writing-paper, a table-cloth +(spread), a newspaper (the date has escaped me), and such other things +as are usually on such tables.] + +DICKENS, as soon as he saw me, stopped writing, wiped his pen, ran his +fingers through his hair, took out his watch and wound it up, brushed +his coat and put it on (not forgetting to place a rose in the +button-hole), and then, waving his hands very gracefully (he wore +high-priced studs and a pair of elaborately built sleeve-buttons), +addressed me as follows:-- + +Mr. DICKENS _(with tender embrace)_ SARSFIELD!!!! + +Mr. YOUNG _(representing American Literature)_ CHARLES!!!! + +The remainder of our conversation was devoted to minor topics. + +Early one morning we started from the Parker House, and walking rapidly +over West Boston bridge, passed through Cambridge, by the Colleges, and +kept on travelling, without speaking a word, the best part of a couple +of days, I should judge, though I didn't have my watch with me. Suddenly +he asked the name of the town we were rapidly approaching. + +"Great Harrington," said I. + +"Is it possible?" said he. And we turned and walked home again. + +His first reading in America was a private one to me. We had come in +from a thirty-mile walk, and I was somewhat tired. Taking up the second +volume of his History of England, he began in an easy, careless way. So +did I. I went to sleep. Just as he was finishing the book I woke up; and +when he asked me how I liked it, I told him frankly that, in my opinion, +it never would do in the world--the plot was too eccentric. + +He was a kind man. Frequently he would ride for days together up and +down a railroad, for no other purpose than to help take cinders out of +people's eyes. + +He was fond of oysters, of children, dogs, and an international +copyright. I remember his meeting me once on Broadway and he didn't +recognize me. He never mentioned the incident afterward. It has been +said that he was also fond of dress. I regret that I never asked him +about this, though I recall the circumstance of my inquiring where he +had his vests made. Said he; "My waistcoats were made abroad." + +He never liked to sit for his photograph; consequently, he generally +stood up. + +It pleased him to receive letters requesting his autograph and a lock of +his hair. The articles were invariably sent by return mail. He was also +gratified at the privilege of shaking hands with people whom he was +never to see again. I once humored him by introducing in a body two fire +companies and a Sunday school. + +As we parted he gave me excellent advice: "Write with vigor," said he, +"with sincerity, and blue ink; but don't write novels. It might injure +the sale of my books." I promised him I would not, and we saw each other +no more. + +SARSFIELD YOUNG. + + +--------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | A. T. 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