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KERR</p> + <p><b>CHAPTER XXVI.</b></p> + <p>FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE.</p> + <p>Miss CARROWTHERS having gone out with Mrs. SKAMMERHORN to +skirmish with the world of dry-goods clerks for one of those alarming +sacrifices in feminine apparel which woman unselfishly, yet never +needlessly, is always making, FLORA sat alone in her new home, working +the latest beaded pin-cushion of her useful life. 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.</p> + <p>"'MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON,'" she softly read from the card +presented. "Is he alone, BRIDGET, dear?"</p> + <p>"Sorra any wan with him but his cane, Miss; and that he axed +me wud I sthand it behind the dure for him."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"It must be <i>so</i> absurd!" murmured FLORA.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>"I suppose so," answered FLORA, with innocent surprise and a +pretty blush; "he has charge of <i>all</i> my money matters, you know."</p> + <p>"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!"</p> + <p>"What makes you think anything so ridiculous, you absurd +thing?" asked the orphan, not unkindly.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"He needn't be so sure about it," she said, with indignant +spirit. "I'll never marry <i>any</i> stranger, unless he's awful +rich—oh, as rich as anything!"</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>Turning her pretty head aside, but unconsciously allowing him +to retain her hand, she faintly asked how they were to live?</p> + <p>"Live!" repeated the impetuous lover. "On love, hash, mutual +trust, bread pudding: anything that's cheap. I'll do the washing and +ironing myself."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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—"</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"Am I to construe what I have seen and heard, my dear, as +equivalent to the conclusion of my guardianship?" he asked, smilingly.</p> + <p>"Oh, please don't be so ridiculous—oh, I never was so +exquisitely nervous," pleaded the helpless, fluttered young creature.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>The old and the young men exchanged looks of unspeakable +admiration at such touching artlessness.</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>Both the young people had his hands in theirs, on either side +of him, in an instant.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>It was the stay-lace by which Mrs. POTTS, from too great +persistence in drawing herself up proudly, had perished in her prime.</p> + <p>"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>I</i> suspected +him. To-morrow night we must all be in Bumsteadville. I will tell you +why as we walk."</p> + <br> + <p><b>CHAPTER XXVII.</b></p> + <p>SOLUTION.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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—"</p> + <p>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!</p> + <p>"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!"</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"Who's there?" comes from the darkness.</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>"Got your own rope, sir?"</p> + <p>"No. One fell down on my shoulders just as I was wishing for +it; but it seems to be too elastic."</p> + <p>"That's the other end 'f <i>my</i> 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."</p> + <p>"And drew me up," says Mr. BENTHAM.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>"And would my uncle celebrate my return in this style?" cried +still another voice from the darkness.</p> + <p>"Who's that spoke just then?" cries the Ritualistic organist.</p> + <p>The answer comes like the note of a trumpet:—</p> + <p>"EDWIN DROOD!"</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"Trying to hang yourselves!" exclaims Mr. DIBBLE, as the +throng gathers curiously around the two gentlemen of the rope.</p> + <p>"And my old friend BENTHAM, too!" cries the Gospeler.</p> + <p>"How perfectly ridiculous!" warbles FLORA.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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?"</p> + <p>"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—"</p> + <p>"—Which I have observed," explains MCLAUGHLIN, nodding.</p> + <p>"—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."</p> + <p>The glassy eyes of the Ritualistic organist are fixed upon him +in a most uncomfortable manner, but no comment comes.</p> + <p>"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,—"</p> + <p>"—Miss CAROWTHERS honors me with a matrimonial preference," +interpolates Judge SWEENEY, gallantly bowing to that spinster.—</p> + <p>"—Breachy Mr. BLODGETT!" sighs the lady, to herself.—</p> + <p>"—And three weddings will help us to forget everything but +that which is bright and pleasant," concludes the lawyer.</p> + <p>Next steps to the front Mr. TRACEY CLEWS, with his surprising +head of hair, and archly remarks:</p> + <p>"I believe you take me for a literary man, Mr. BUMSTEAD."</p> + <p>"What is that to me, sir? <i>I've</i> no money to lend," +returns the organist, with marked uneasiness.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"He is my clerk," explains Mr. DIBBLE.</p> + <p>Whereupon Mr. TRACEY CLEWS dexterously whips off his brush of +red hair, and stands revealed as Mr. BLADAMS.</p> + <p>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:—</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>Mr. BUMSTEAD reaches for it mechanically; a look of +intelligence comes into his glassy eyes; then they fairly flame.</p> + <p>"ALLIE!" he cries, dancing ecstatically.</p> + <p>It is the Umbrella—old familiar bone-handle, brass ferrule—in +a bran-new dress of alpaca!</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>Suddenly a shriek—the voice of FLORA—breaks the silence:—</p> + <p>"It rains!—oh, my complexion!"</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>THE END.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/87.jpg" alt=""></center> + <p><b>THE RACE OF THE DAUNTLESS AND CAMBRIA</b>.</p> + <p>Punchinello's Sporting Special went down to Sandy Hook last +week to supervise the race between the <i>Dauntless</i> and the <i>Cambria</i>. +The affair was consequently a great success.</p> + <p>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 <i>Punchinelletto</i>, +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 <i>Cambria's</i> +club-topsail, both parties should carry their block-headed jibs; and +the contest was begun.</p> + <p>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:</p> + <p style="text-align: center;"><i>Card</i>.</p> + <p>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 <i>Punchinelletto</i> 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.</p> + <p>(Signed) ASHBURY.</p> + <p>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 <i>Dauntless</i> 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 <i>Cambria</i>. 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.</p> + <p>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 <i>Dauntless</i> passed the +mark-boat, and the race was won. Won? But by whom?</p> + <p>The daily papers, with their usual inaccuracy, have made it +appear that the <i>Dauntless</i> 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 <i>Punchinelletto</i> passing the mark-boat:</p> + <p style="text-align: center;"><i>Card</i>.</p> + <p>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 <i>Punchinelletto</i>, 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.</p> + <p>(Signed) ASHBURY.</p> + <p>This was further supplemented by a</p> + <p style="text-align: center;"><i>Card</i> from Mr. BENNETT.</p> + <p>In token of my concurrence in the brilliant success of the <i>Punchinelletto</i>, +and my personal esteem for her commander, I hereby beg to place at his +disposal my yacht <i>Dauntless</i>, together with all her stores, +ordnance, by-laws, and small arms.</p> + <p>(Signed) BENNETT.</p> + <p>In reply to both of which your reporter circulated the +following:</p> + <p style="text-align: center;"><i>Reply</i>.</p> + <p>It is my express desire that no public mention shall be made +of the part by which the <i>Dauntless</i> 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 <i>facile princeps</i>.</p> + <p>(Signed) Sporting Spec, <i>vice</i> PUNCHINELLO.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>PRUSSIA'S POSITION PHILOSOPHICALLY PUT</b>.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>OUT OF THE PAN INTO THE FIRE</b>.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A JUDICIOUS JEW</b>.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>EXIT "SUN."</b></p> + <p>The newsboys in the streets no longer cry <i>The Sun</i>, +with stentorian voices, but in gentle whispers, fearing to disturb the +repose of that waning luminary.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>TAPPING THE TILL</b>.</p> + <p>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?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE PLAYS AND SHOWS</b></p> + <p><img src="images/88.jpg" align="left" alt="P">retty <i>Fräulein</i> 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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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 <i>Norma</i>, 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.</p> + <p>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."</p> + <p>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."'</p> + <p>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?"</p> + <p>MARGARET,—"To be made better."</p> + <p>MATADOR.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A PASTOR ON POLITICS.</b></p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>AN EVASIVE REPLY.</b></p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A QUERY FOR SOL-UTION.</b></p> + <p>Is it a fact that, because <i>Sol</i> is the Latin for <i>Sun</i>, +being on the <i>Sun</i> is therefore equivalent to being a SOLON?</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>TO THE DIPLOMATISTS OF THE HUB.</b></p> + <p>Whether the Boston dip is a penny one or not, it is +nevertheless scandalous.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>POEMS OF THE CRADLE.</b></p> + <br> + <p>CANTO IX.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rub-a-dub, +dub,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three men in a tub,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Butcher, the Baker, the +Candlestick-Maker,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They all jumped into a rotten +potato.</span> </div> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>That is the last feather, the one straw too much, and the +excitable little Candlestick-maker at once challenges his opponents to +deadly combat.</p> + <p>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."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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!"</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Latest from Below.</b></p> + <p>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 <i>Sun</i>, keep +me company?" "You blockhead!" exclaimed his Majesty, "LIE BIG, the +editor of the <i>Sun</i>, 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."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/89.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>ENGAGEMENT IN HIGH LIFE.</b></p> + <p>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—</p> + <p>ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRICK.</p></center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/90.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>A CARPET GENERAL.</b></p> + <p><i>Brigadier-General Woodford</i>. "DEAR ME, WHAT A +DISAGREEABLE SMELL! WONDER WHAT IT CAN BE?"</p> + <p><i>Lady</i>. "OH! THAT'S GUNPOWDER, GENERAL."</p> + <p><i>Brigadier-General Woodford</i>. "GUNPOWDER?—AW! IS IT? +NEVER SMELT ANYTHING OF THE KIND BEFAW."</p></center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HIGH-HANDED OUTRAGE.</b></p> + <p>EDITOR OF PUNCHINELLO: Sir:—I am the young lady, travelling in +New Jersey (perhaps they will next make a crime of <i>that</i>!), and +mentioned in a recent paragraph as having been asked by a person +(called a <i>man</i>) "if <i>this</i> was ELIZABETH?"</p> + <p>I insist, Sir, that I was right in resenting, as I did, the +impudent familiarity of this person (called a <i>man</i>), 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 <i>this</i> ELIZABETH?"</p> + <p>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 <i>man</i>), +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.</p> + <p>Look at the question, Sir, as pointing at my supposed +Christian name (I <i>have</i> one, but it is <i>not</i> 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 <i>that</i>!</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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!</p> + <p>Consider again, Sir, the audacity of this person (called a <i>man</i>), +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 <i>screamed</i> 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 <i>think</i> you are +a gentleman, Sir, to address a lady so; but I do not wish to continue +any further talk with you."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>You will, I am sure, excuse the feelings of a lady who has +been insulted by a ruffianly person (called a <i>man</i>), 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 <i>he</i> was not one of this brutal mob.</p> + <p>Yours, with much feeling,</p> + <p>MEDORA EUPHEMIA SLAPSADDLE.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE LAST MOTTO OF THE JOHN +REAL DEMOCRACY.</span>—O'BRIEN, LED—WITH a hook.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/91.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>THE POLITICAL CAT'S-PAW.</b> JOCKO WOODFORD MAKES TOMCAT +LEDWITH USEFUL FOR PULLING THE ROASTED CHESTNUTS OFF THE FIRE.</p> + <br></center> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN INTERVIEWS HORACE GREELEY.</b></p> + <p>Some unpublished Facts—H.G. of the Tribune reveals to H.G. of +Punchinello what he Knows of Farming.</p> + <br> + <p>"H. G. OF THE <i>Tribune</i>, I believe," said I, reaching +out and taking his lilly-white hand, one Saturday mornin at Chattaqua.</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"HORRIS," said I, wishin to humor him, "as an economist, this +shows your brains is in the rite spot."</p> + <p>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."</p> + <p>"As a farmer, HORRIS," said I, so as to keep the rite side of +him, "your ekal hasent been hatched."</p> + <p>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."</p> + <p>"But," said I, "it killed them trees deader'n a smelt."</p> + <p>"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.</p> + <p>"Them trees over there," said this distingished farmer, "was a +present to me. They come marked <i>pine</i> trees. It is over three +yeers since they was sot out, and not a solitary <i>pine apple</i> +have they yielded yet. I reckon it takes time for them to bear fruit," +said he in his simplisity.</p> + <p>"Not only time," said I, somewhat surprised, "but if you live +through all etarnity, you won't see a darned apple on them trees."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>We entered his poultry yard.</p> + <p>"You're old peaches on raisin fouls, I've been told," said I.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>"What," I says, "the hen dident hatch all them eggs?"</p> + <p>"Not exsactly," was his reply; "she would have hatched every +egg, but—but—but—," and he broke down and bust into teers.</p> + <p>"But—why?" I asked, soothin his perturbed spirrit.</p> + <p>"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 + <i>in</i> and killed her."</p> + <p>We visited his barn, which was chock full of farmin tools. +Said he:</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>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 <i>pen</i> 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,</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, ESQ.,</p> + <p style="font-style: italic;">Lait Gustise of the Peece.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/93.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE.</b></p> + <p>"AT A PRIVATE THEATRE IN THIS CITY MR. J—N SM—TH RECENTLY MADE +HIS <i>début</i> AS <i>Rolla</i>, AND CREATED A MARKED +SENSATION."</p></center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE NEWMAN FUND.</b></p> + <p>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 <i>Punch</i>, 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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/94.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>OUR BAD CHILDREN ON THE BORDER.</b></p> + <p><i>Missionary</i>. "AND IT CAME TO PASS THAT CAIN WAS WROTH +WITH ABEL, HIS BROTHER, AND ROSE UP AGAINST HIM AND SLEW HIM."</p> + <p><i>Comanche Warrior</i>. "HOW! HOW!—GOOD!—CAIN RED MAN, +EH?—ABEL WHITE MAN?—HOW! HOW! CAIN GET ABEL'S SCALP—GOOD!"</p></center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>VENUS AND ADONIS</b></p> + <p>An Eclogue of the Period.</p> + <p>(Respectfully dedicated to the ladies of the Free-love +Pantarchy.)</p> + <div style="margin-left: 160px;"> <i>Venus.</i> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adonis, +sweet, hide not thy blushing face:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What terrors masculine thy soul +abash?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why with boyish pout dost mar +the grace</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of maiden lip and innocent +moustache?</span> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 160px;"> <i>Adonis.</i> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O +you dry up! I tell you. I'll be cussed</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If I'm a-going to stand such +pesky bother</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From you strong-minded gals. And, +what's the wust,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I darn't touch ye.—G'long, 'r +I'll tell your mother!<br> + <br> + </span> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 160px;"> <i>Venus.</i> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And +feel'st thou then no solemn intuition—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No subtle psychological +vibration—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or instant, full, spontaneous +recognition</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of my pantarchic +self-annunciation?<br> + <br> + </span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For love is free, and mutual +reaction</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of kindred organisms airily</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Subsists and ceases, as 't gives +satisfaction:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We change with changes of +affinity.</span> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 160px;"> <i>Adonis.</i> </div> + <br> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now +just look here, you don't sponge no love free</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">At this here shop: it's +stealing,—that's the sin it is!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What's more, too, if you want to +hang 'round <i>me</i></span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You'd better just play light on +them affinities!</span> </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A LETTER FROM THE "HUB."</b></p> + <p>THE BOSS TOWN OF NEW ENGLAND,</p> + <span style="margin-left: 2.75em;">October 1870 times.</span><br> + <p>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.]</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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</p> + <div style="text-align: center;"> ORIGINAL LINES,<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br> +* * + * * + * *<br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span><br + style="font-weight: bold;"> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">———————————————</span> </div> + <p>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.</p> + <p>While I'm not in the proverb business, I have a couple on hand +that are getting mouldy, so I send 'em along.</p> + <p>"Once go to grass, and your enemies will soon make a hey-day +over you."</p> + <p>"Get all you can, and can all you get."</p> + <p>But that reminds me of a Beautiful Tale:—</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>A most horrible position to occupy in respect to one's +neighbors.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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 <i>Sun</i>. The End.</p> + <p>Trusting, my dear 'NELLO, you will give me a good setting-up, +and cast my lines in pleasant places, I remain,</p> + <p>Yours in fun,</p> + <p>S. R. DEEN.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>TIMELY.</b></p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HEAVY.</b></p> + <p>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.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/95a.jpg" alt=""> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">ADVICE TO YOUNG LADIES.</p> + <p>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.</p></center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>MR. PUNCHINELLO'S POLITICAL MANUAL.</b></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">I. QUALIFICATIONS OF A VOTER.</p> + <p><img src="images/95b.jpg" align="left" alt="N">ow 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:—</p> + <p><i>Ubiquity.</i>—By this is to be understood the power, not of + <i>being</i>, but of <i>belonging</i> 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.</p> + <p><i>Receptivity</i>.—This may be divided into two classes, as +follows:—</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p><i>Pugnacity</i>.—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.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">II. QUALIFICATIONS OF AN EDITOR.</p> + <p><i>Mendacity</i>.—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.</p> + <p><i>Verbosity</i>.—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.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">III. QUALIFICATIONS OF A CANDIDATE.</p> + <p><i>Density</i>.—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 <i>lying</i>, 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.</p> + <p><i>Capillary Attraction</i>.—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.</p> + <p><i>Pecuniosity</i>.—"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.</p> + <p>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!</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>CAPITAL REMOVAL.</b></p> + <p>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 <i>The Globe</i> a +never-uttered speech. But, alas for the wisdom of age! he doesn't see +that the Convention acted on any of these suggestions.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>SMALL POTATOES.</b>—The "Murphy" Radicals.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> +<center><img src="images/96.jpg" alt=""> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">VERY APPROPRIATE.</p> + <p><i>Young Man</i>. "HELLO! MRS. CRUMBLETY, WHAT ARE YER DOIN' +ALONG ER THAT NEWFOUDLING DORG?"</p> + <p><i>Mrs. C.</i> "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."</p></center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>SARSFIELD YOUNG'S REMINISCENCES OF CHARLES DICKENS.</b></p> + <p>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:—</p> + <p>[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: <i>"Mrs. SAGOE, for +terseness and brevity, your steaks surpass any I have ever met with."</i> +Aunt Sarah had these words neatly framed, and they have hung in her +back parlor to this day.</p> + <p>Before he came again, the country had made wonderful progress. +A new generation had been born, including myself.]</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"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."</p> + <p>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.]</p> + <p>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:—</p> + <p>Mr. DICKENS <i>(with tender embrace)</i> SARSFIELD!!!!</p> + <p>Mr. YOUNG <i>(representing American Literature)</i> +CHARLES!!!!</p> + <p>The remainder of our conversation was devoted to minor topics.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>"Great Harrington," said I.</p> + <p>"Is it possible?" said he. And we turned and walked home again.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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."</p> + <p>He never liked to sit for his photograph; consequently, he +generally stood up.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>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." 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