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MICHAEL LADLE and ARCHIBALD BLINKSOP were interrupted +in their conversation by BELINDA, who sent off the former under +pretence that the croquet players were waiting for him, or, as she +expressed it, it was "his turn to mallet."</p> + <p>As soon as he was fairly out of sight, she turned to +ARCHIBALD, and said; "Come with me."</p> + <p>"What for?" said ARCHIBALD, as she seized him by the arm and +hurried him into the shrubbery. "Recollect," he added, "that I am an +orphan, with a constitution never robust."</p> + <p>She made no reply till they were screened from observation.</p> + <p>"You needn't be afraid, you little fool," she said. "Sit down +on that stump."</p> + <p>ARCHIBALD tremblingly obeyed her.</p> + <p>She imprisoned his fluttering hand in hers, and smoothed his +hair reassuringly.</p> + <p>"ARCHIE," she murmured; "<i>dear</i> ARCHIE."</p> + <p>"Oh, don't, <i>don't</i> talk that way," said ARCHIBALD. "You +make me afraid of you."</p> + <p>"Afraid!" she returned. "And of <i>me</i>? Oh cruel, cruel +ARCHIBALD. Is it for this that I have passed many a sleepless night, +awaking unrefreshed with haggard orbs? Is it for this that I've pined +away and refused meat victuals?"</p> + <p>She paused. Her heart was beating violently. She took from her +pocket a copy of the <i>Ledger</i>, adjusted her eye-glasses, and +continued:</p> + <p>"ARCHIBALD BLINKSOP, for weeks I have basked in the sunlight +of your existence. Your celestial smile, shedding a tranquil calm o'er +my perturbed spirit, has been my daily sustenance. Your ethereal form, +beautiful as an houri, has, with its subtle fascination, enthralled and +steeped in bliss my innermost soul, lifting me as it were into a purer, +a holier existence. Your—"</p> + <p>"Oh-h," moaned the wretched ARCHIBALD, "<i>please</i> stop. +That's COBB, Jr. I <i>know</i> it is. When I was sea-sick on the +canal, they read a chapter to me just like that, instead of giving me +an emetic, and I was out of my head all next day."</p> + <p>"But you <i>do</i> love me, don't you, ARCHIBALD?—just a very +small fragment, you know."</p> + <p>She seized him by the ear and kissed him twice.</p> + <p>"Come, own up now," said she, "that from the first moment you +saw me, you have felt a sort of a spooney hankering, and a general +looseness, including a desire to write poetry and use hair-oil, and +wear pretty neckties; a sort of a feeling that your clothes don't fit +you, and you can't bear the sight of gravy, and dote on lavender kids, +and want to part your hair in the middle. <i>That's</i> being in love, +ARCHIE. That's—"</p> + <p>At this juncture voices were heard calling for ARCHIBALD.</p> + <p>"Oh, do, <i>do</i> let me go," he pleaded.</p> + <p>BELINDA grasped him firmly by the collar. "Heaven knows," said +she impressively, "that I have wooed you thus far in a spirit of the +most delicate consideration. Now, I mean business, I want a husband, +and by the Sixteenth Amendment, you don't stir from this spot, until +you promise to marry me!"</p> + <p>"But—but—I don't want to get married," said ARCHIBALD; +"I—I—ain't old enough."</p> + <p>She glared at him menacingly.</p> + <p>"Am I to understand then," she shrieked, "that you dare refuse +me?" And she laughed hysterically.</p> + <p>"Oh, no, no. I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't," groaned the +ghastly youth. "I'll promise <i>anything</i>, if you'll only let me +go."</p> + <br> + <p>Thus it was, mid the hushed repose of that lovely June +twilight, while all Nature seemed to pronounce a sweet benediction, +that these loving hearts commingled. The soft hum of the June-bug +seemed to have a sweeter sound, and the little fly walked unmolested +across their foreheads, for they were betrothed.</p> + <br> + <p>CHAPTER THIRD.</p> + <p>WHERE THE WOODBINE TWINETH.</p> + <p>Notwithstanding the thrilling events enacted near by, that +modest production of Nature, the woodbine, still continued to twine in +all its pristine virginity. And meanwhile, JEFFRY MAULBOY is at the +appointed rendezvous, waiting for ANN BRUMMET.</p> + <p>She comes.</p> + <p>But why that glazed expression, and that convulsive twitching +of the lips?</p> + <p>She is chewing gum.</p> + <p>"Hilloa, JEFF," said she. "Mean thing. Been here a whole day, +and not a single word about my new overskirt. How does it hang behind?"</p> + <p>What reply does this cruel, this heartless man make?</p> + <p>He took a chew of tobacco, and said:</p> + <p>"Oh, bother your overskirt. Is that the 'something very +particular' you wanted to see me for?"</p> + <p>"Oh no," she replied; "I forgot." She looked cautiously round, +and added:</p> + <p>"Say, JEFF, folks are talking about us awfully."</p> + <p>"Let 'em talk," was the rejoinder.</p> + <p>"Oh, yes," she replied. "Of course <i>you</i> don't care. The +more a man is talked about the better he likes it, and the more he's +thought of. But it's death to a woman."</p> + <p>"Well, I don't care any way," said JEFFRY.</p> + <p>"Yes you do care too," she replied. S'posen it should get to +the ears of that rich widow you're engaged to. 'Twould be all up with +you <i>there</i>, sure, JEFF. She ain't burdened with principle, the +Lord knows, but she's got jealousy enough to break the match short off, +and kill you besides, if she hears of it.</p> + <p>"And she'll hear of it anyhow, if they keep up their infernal +clack," said he fiercely. "I'd like to choke the whole confounded pack."</p> + <p>"The talk would all die out," said ANN slowly, "if I should go +away."</p> + <p>"Any fool can see that," replied he. "What do you mean?"</p> + <p>"I've been thinking of going," she continued, "for six months. +I'm a poor relation, and Mrs. LADLE hates me. And as for BELINDA, she +has so many good clothes, I can't take any comfort seeing her round."</p> + <p>"Where to?" inquired JEFFRY incredulously.</p> + <p>"Oh, anywhere," she replied. "I can dance a jig, you know. +I'll go to New York, and let myself as the 'Eminent and Graceful Queen +of Terpsichore, imported from Paris at a cost of Forty Thousand Dollars +in Gold.' And then I'll make a tour of the New England States. Or I'll +learn to play the banjo and get off slang phrases, and then I'll appear +as 'The Beautiful and Gifted Artist, ANNETTA BRUMMETTA, who has, by her +guileless vivacity, charmed our most Fashionable Circles.' Or I'll go +as Assistant Teacher in a Select Boarding School for Young Ladies. I +ain't proud, you know."</p> + <p>JEFFRY grinned. "Let me advise you," said he, "to go right off +to-morrow. I'll help you pack your trunk inside of an hour, if you say +so."</p> + <p>"That ain't the point," she retorted sharply. "I ain't got rid +of so easily as <i>that</i>, I tell you."</p> + <p>"What do you mean by that?" he inquired, with a scowl.</p> + <p>"I mean just this," she returned. "I won't go at all if you +don't do what's right by me. If you'll agree to my terms I'll go, and +not without."</p> + <p>"Your <i>terms</i>!" said he, with a sneer. "Well, that <i>is</i> +a go. What may your 'terms' be?" he continued, derisively.</p> + <p>"Marriage," replied she; "private if you say so, and a +remittance of fifty dollars a month for six months."</p> + <p>He laughed in her face. "Marry <i>you</i>? Well, I guess +not," said he. "Do you take me for an idiot?"</p> + <p>"You ain't obliged to stick by it," she continued. "We're in +Indiana, ain't we? We'll take a minister and a lawyer along with us. +While the minister is marrying us, the lawyer can be at work on the +divorce papers. When you are JEFFRY MAULBOY again, a single man, and +I'm once more ANN BRUMMET. spinster, I'll go away and never trouble you +again. There's no risk. I go in ANN BRUMMET, and come out ANN BRUMMET, +all inside of two hours, and there's nobody to tell of it. The lawyer +and minister are used to it, you see, and the secret's safe with <i>them</i>."</p> + <p>JEFFRY MAULBOY took an unusually large chew of tobacco, and +thought it all over.</p> + <p>"I won't do it," he finally said.</p> + <p>"All right, then," she replied; "I'll write to Mrs. CUPID and +tell her the whole story, and I'll stay here besides. It'll be hard +enough on me for a while if I go, and harder still if I stay; but I'll +do it to <i>spite you</i>. I'll break off your match with Mrs. CUPID +if I <i>do</i> stay, now mark my words."</p> + <p>JEFFRY MAULBOY walked back and forth, and emitted the choicest +string of curses that his extensive and valuable collection enabled him +to cull. At last he stopped in front of her, and said savagely:</p> + <p>"I'll do it. But if you ever lisp a word to any living soul +till I'm safely married to CUPID, I'll kill you, dead sure. Do you hear +that?"</p> + <p>"When and how is the thing to be done?" he growled again.</p> + <p>"The sooner the better," was ANN'S reply. "If you don't hear +from me by to-morrow noon, go to the Half-way House at Forney's Crag. +That's all <i>you've</i> got to do. I'll have the lawyer and minister +both there. <i>You'd</i> better be there too. That's all I say."</p> + <p>Alone in his room, JEFFRY admitted that ANN had been too smart +for him.</p> + <p>"And I'm mighty afraid that, somehow or other, the old +she-dragon will get the best of me yet in this infernal business," he +soliloquized. "Anyhow, I'll sleep on it," and he went to bed.</p> + <p>He got up in the morning, firmly resolved to break his +engagement with ANN.</p> + <p>"She was only bluffing me last night," he said. "She daren't +tell CUPID." But he didn't feel easy for all that.</p> + <p>After breakfast he took his hat and started out.</p> + <p>"Where are you bound, JEFF?" inquired ARCHIBALD.</p> + <p>"Anywhere," was the reply. "Come along."</p> + <p>JEFFRY was awful dull company, so Archibald thought. He took +very large chews of tobacco, and expectorated freely into the eyes of +the small boys whom they chanced to meet, and if he didn't make a good +shot, he swore awfully. Once he went away across a field on purpose to +kick a very small dog, and ARCHIBALD waited for him.</p> + <p>"Why, JEFFRY," said ARCHIBALD, "what ails you? You're awfully +down in the mouth this morning."</p> + <p>"And so you'd be if you was in my boots," was the reply.</p> + <p>And then he up and told ARCHIBALD the whole story.</p> + <p>The latter was so thoroughly dumbfounded that a decently-smart +boy could have blown him over without any apparent effort.</p> + <p>"Why, JEFF," said he, "only to think of it. Ain't it awful? +And ANN BRUMMET, too; ain't I glad it ain't me, though."</p> + <p>"That's no way to console a fellow, you fool," said JEFFRY. +"You'd better offer to help me out of the scrape."</p> + <p>"Why, so I will, of course," said ARCHIBALD. "If I hadn't +saved your life, of course you wouldn't have got into it; and so I feel +bound, you know, to see you out of it. What shall I do?"</p> + <p>"Why, just go over to the Half-way House, and tell ANN I can't +come. Tell her I've got the small-pox, or broke my leg, or my old man's +dying—or anything, so that she understands I can't come."</p> + <p>"You'd better give me a letter," said ARCHIBALD, "and I'll +slip it under her door and run off. I never could remember all that, I +should be so flustered, you know."</p> + <p>"No," replied JEFFRY, "I shan't give you any letter. I ain't +fool enough to commit myself to any woman in black and white."</p> + <p>"Well," replied ARCHIBALD drearily, "just as you say. Oh, what +a knowing man the Hon. MICHAEL is! He said you'd make me pay that debt +of saving your life, sooner or later, and it's turned out sooner. But +I'll go, JEFFRY, if I can get away from BELINDA. She tags me round +everywhere, and wants to court me all the time. Ain't it dreadful? What +time shall I go?"</p> + <p>"Three o'clock," answered JEFFRY. "Tell her I'd come if I +could but I can't <i>anyhow</i>. Be sure and tell her <i>that</i>, +and anything else you've a mind to."</p> + <p>(To be continued.)</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>PIGEON ENGLISH.</b></p> + <p>Certainly newspaper writers are given to making very +remarkable statements. In describing General CHANGARNIER, a newspaper +lately informed us that "he stoops his head, which is sprinkled over +with a few gray hairs when walking." Now, if the general's head be +sprinkled when walking, we may fairly infer that the gray hairs, unless +brushed off, remain upon it when it stands still. We are additionally +mystified by the further statement—still with reference to the same +officer—that "he enjoys the personal demeanor of the French people to a +remarkable degree." This we are very much delighted to hear, although +we have not the slightest idea what it means.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Corroborative.</b></p> + <p>A late item of war news states that "the Prussians have +advanced to Dole," while from several other sources we learn that the +Prussians have come to Grief.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/150.jpg" + alt="PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE"> </center> + <p><b>ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.</b></p> + <p><i>Ambergris</i>.—Can you give me the motto of the City of +Strasbourg?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—We cannot at this moment recall the Flemish +version of it, but it means, in English, "We make our own Pies."</p> + <p><i>Katrina Shwachenzittern</i>.—We have had some difficulty in +deciphering your manuscript. Your grievance, however, seems to be that +one of your boarders, an Alsatian, keeps a ten-pound brass cannon in +his bedroom, and fires a grand salvo with it whenever a French victory +is announced. This, of course, is very foolish. The best way of putting +a stop to it would be for your German boarders to keep guns of even +larger calibre in their rooms, and fire the Frenchman down. You will +then have a perfect right to charge all your boarders for extra fires.</p> + <p><i>Ney</i>.—Please explain two things about the war. First: +How did the Mobile Guard come to leave Mobile? Second: Is <i>Francs-Tireurs</i> +the French for FRANK BUTLER'S black-and-tan terriers?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—We cannot perceive much difference between NEY and +BRAY.</p> + <p><i>Artichoke</i>.—You are mistaken in supposing total deafness +to be an indispensable qualification in a candidate for the position of +prompter to a theatre.</p> + <p><i>Flippertygibbet</i>.—How is the belligerent attitude of the +Russian Bear likely to affect the New York money market?<br> + <i>Answer</i>.—Turn a rushin' bear into any market, and see what +the result will be.</p> + <p><i>Paterfamilias</i>.—I am the unhappy father of three brace +of twins, and wish to dispose of one out of each brace. Can you advise +me in the matter?<span style="font-style: italic;"><br> + </span> <i>Answer</i>.—If you don't mind being put in the +Lockup, perhaps you had better apply to "Dr." LOOKUP.</p> + <p><i>Sad-you-See</i>.—We cannot sympathize with you in your wail +about the markets being "flat." Wait a while, patiently, and they will +come "round."</p> + <p><i>Peter Dole</i>.—Your questions about cooking turkeys for +Thanksgiving Day are so multitudinous, that we can only reply to them +generally. In Europe it is the usage for Crowned Heads and their +families, only, to eat sausages with their turkey; and, if ever the +true story of the Man with the Iron Mask comes to be unveiled, it is +more than likely that the mystery will be found to hinge upon that fact.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A PRESIDENTIAL FLOUT.</b></p> + <p>According to the Washington special despatches to the <i>Philadelphia +Inquirer</i>, the President has tendered a Cabinet appointment to +several distinguished members of the Union League of that city. Either +from excessive modesty, however, or, as is probable, from prudent +doubts as to their ability to fill the position, all of these gentlemen +have declined to accept the offer.</p> + <p>It is surmised that the object of the President's recent visit +to Philadelphia (ostensibly to see his old friend, Mr. BORIE), was to +examine the roll of the League, comprising two thousand members, for +the purpose of selecting one who might serve on a pinch to fill the +office in question.</p> + <p>This was a bitter stroke of satire on the part of Mr. GRANT, +since it is generally understood in Philadelphia, that, outside the +ranks of the Mutual Admiration Society to which we have referred, there +are no brains to be found among the Republicans of Philadelphia.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Bubble of Air.</b></p> + <p>What is the most favorable sort of weather for ballooning?</p> + <p><i>Highly</i> favorable weather.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> + <p><b>THE THREE CENTS.</b></p> + <p>An Incident both Dramatic and True.</p> + </center> + <table align="center"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td align="center"><img src="images/151a.jpg" alt=""></td> + <td align="center"><img src="images/151b.jpg" alt=""></td> + <td align="center"><img src="images/151c.jpg" alt=""></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td align="center" valign="top"> + <p><small>SLINEY, OF SWAMPVILLE, COMES TO THE CITY. AS HE +SHAMBLES ALONG THREE BRIGHT CENTS FALL AT HIS FEET. AMAZEMENT OF +SLINEY, WHO GAZES UP AT AN OPEN WINDOW, BUT, NOT SEEING ANY PERSON +THERE, SUPPOSES THAT SHOWERS OF COPPERS ARE PECULIAR TO THE CLIMATE.</small></p> + </td> + <td align="center" valign="top"> + <p><small>HAVING POCKETED THE COINS, SLINEY PROCEEDS UPON +HIS WAY. HARDLY HAS HE GONE A DOZEN PACES WHEN THREE CENTS AGAIN RING +DOWN UPON THE FLAG-STONES, AND SPARKLE THERE IN THE SUN. DELIGHT OF +SLINEY, WHO AGAIN GAZES UP SMILINGLY AT THIRD-STORY WINDOWS, HOLDING +OUT HIS HAT AS IF TO ASK FOR MORE.</small></p> + </td> + <td align="center" valign="top"> + <p><small>AGAIN SLINEY PROCEEDS TO POCKET THE COINS. BUT, +HA!—WHAT IS THIS? HIS COUNTENANCE CHANGES: HIS LONG BONY FINGERS NOW +FOR THE FIRST TIME DETECT THE FATAL FLAW IN HIS TROUSERS POCKET. 'TWAS +HIS ORIGINAL CAPITAL, BROUGHT BY HIM FROM SWAMPVILLE TO INVEST IN +STOCKS, THAT HE HAS BEEN PICKING UP ALL ALONG. AGONY OF SLINEY, WHICH +IS AGGRAVATED BY THE RIBALD LAUGHTER OF SOME WICKED PERSONS WHO HAVE +THROWN THEMSELVES UPON HIS TRACK.</small></p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE LATEST BOSTON NOTION.</b></p> + <p>The well-earned reputation acquired by Boston for leading the +world in new ideas is so thoroughly established as to need no +recapitulation here. We merely speak of it for the purpose of +mentioning that city's last contribution to mankind, of this kind. They +have a hotel there which advertises through the seductive fly-pages of +our magazines in the following terms: "Courtesy to strangers is a +marked feature in the management of—"</p> + <p>But we remember in time that we have no right to interfere +with the advertising columns. However, it is a fact that there is a +hotel in America where courtesy to guests is a feature, and of course a +marked one. It is a cheering fact, and especially so just now, in this +early fall, when we are all smarting with the fresh memories of our +summer's sufferings at the hands of the hotel proprietors, their head +clerks, and the rest of the rapacious crew. What an attractive picture +it presents! A hotel where guests are treated with courtesy! Really, if +anything could seduce us into making a visit to Boston, the desire to +actually witness this surprising innovation upon our national customs +would prove too strong for the reverential fear which keeps us distant +worshippers of that American Mecca.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Odious Comparison.</b></p> + <p>"She is a gem," remarked Mr. JENKINSOP, speaking of his +red-haired wife.</p> + <p>"Yes—a diamond of many carats," was the low rejoinder of +JENKINSOP'S friend, WINKLESOP.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>ROYAL DEMOCRACY.</b></p> + <p>It appears to have been decided that one of the royal +princesses of England can be allowed to marry, without being obliged to +find some royal prince for that purpose. Perhaps this course has been +discovered to be possible from the fact that the stock of royal princes +is getting short in Europe. Prussia has gobbled up any number of German +ones, and bids fair to do so with the rest. But we prefer to think that +this innovation is really due to the women's rights movement. Their +platform is broad enough for the entire sex to stand on, and why should +a princess, from the unfortunate accident of her birth, be debarred her +natural right to fall in love with the man of her choice, and to marry +the man she loves. At any rate we commend this change of policy to the +leaders of the women's rights party, as a proof of the success their +movement has gained, and advise them to send a series of congratulatory +resolutions to the princess in question, upon her gaining her +unquestioned right to consult her heart rather than a Lord Chancellor +in the bestowal of her hand.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>An Anecdote from Salt Lake.</b></p> + <p>A GYPSY came to BRIGHAM YOUNG with a pony for sale.</p> + <p>"Why, the beast is half-starved," said BRIGHAM, running his +hand over the pony's side. "You can count his ribs."</p> + <p>"That's more'n a chap could do with yours," retorted the gypsy.</p> + <p>BRIGHAM YOUNG did not buy that pony.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>NATURAL HISTORY IN OUR PARKS.</b></p> + <p><img src="images/152.jpg" align="left" alt="N">o greater +tribute has yet been paid to the already improved condition of our city +parks under the new <i>régime</i>, than the arrival in them of +strange birds by which they had not hitherto been patronized. Within a +few days past several owls have been captured in the solemn pines with +which these delightful retreats have lately been made green, if not +shady. The owl, as is well known, was regarded by the ancients as the +Bird of Wisdom. He fully sustained his right to the title by letting +severely alone the city parks while they were still dreary and +disgusting wastes. The only night-birds by which these were, then +occupied were of the featherless (and apparently motherless) kind, and +were well known to the police. They were quite as watchful, it is true, +as the genuine feathered owl that has just commenced to give its very +extraordinary countenance to the parks, but then it was with other +people's watches, not their own. It is with much concern that we hear +reports of the slaughter of some of these solemn but beautiful owls +that have come to ventilate their wisdom among us. The reports in +question were very definite and unmistakable, most of them proceeding +from revolvers handled by members of the Municipal Police Force, while +others emanated from the barrels of shot-guns wielded by beery Teutons, +who rushed frantically out from their sawdust lairs when they were told +that the game was up—that is, that an owl was up a tree. This was +scurvy treatment for the visitors. To "put a head on" an owl, which is +already provided with one so large and so comical, appears to be a work +both superfluous and inhuman. The only apology for it in this instance +is, that these night-birds of prey were supposed by the police to have +been attracted to the parks by the prospect of succulent suppers on the +very well-fed sparrows by which these resorts are now thickly tenanted. +The owls hooted at this notion; but their hooting was only answered by +shooting, and the poor foolish Birds of Wisdom have been stuffed with +tow instead of sparrows, and set up to form the nucleus of an +ornithological Rogues' Gallery in the City Hall.</p> + <p>On visiting the Battery a few days ago, one of the +park-keepers (himself looking in his bright new uniform somewhat like a +blue-jay) expressed his conviction that, next spring, that time-honored +pleasure-garden of the old Knickerbockers will be a paradise for +song-birds such as it has not been since the original Swedish +Nightingale warbled her "woodnotes wild" there a score of years ago, +more or less. The sea-gulls, he thought (will Judge HILTON have the +goodness to provide these park officers with manuals of ornithology?), +would build their nests in the pine-trees with which the wide esplanade +that stretches away to the water's edge will soon be bristling. Honest, +but mistaken young man! As well might he have said that the sea-wall [a +very substantial one, by the way] would build its nest in the +melancholy pines. But it is reasonable to hope that pine grossbeaks +will find their way thither, and that the German flutes of various +finches will provide for the coming Bavarians and Hessians (should any +be left after the siege of Paris and the <i>sorties</i> of the +truculent TROCHU) a welcome such as has not heretofore been accorded to +the strangers who at Castle Garden first set foot upon our shore.</p> + <p>The Bowling Green—late a nuisance and a pandemonium, now an +oasis of verdure—has not as yet reported its owl, but the public eye is +upon it, and the nocturnal marauder may yet be detected in the forks of +the great willow-trees, which still retain their verdure. The sparrows +are almost disproportionately numerous in this small park, but this may +be accounted for. It has lately been laid down with new grass, the +green, tender blades of which, just now beginning to crop out, are +probably mistaken by the birds for "sparrow-grass" munificently +provided for them by the Commissioners.</p> + <p>In all of these city parks the contrast between past and +present is very striking and agreeable. But a few short months ago they +were the domiciles and dormitories of outcast roughs and vagrants of +the worst description, whose "'owls," as a Cockney explorer observed, +"made night 'ideous." The only muss now common to them is the <i>mus</i> +tribe, comprising the <i>mus ratus</i>, or ordinary rat (so called +from its haunting ordinaries, we suppose), and the timid mouse, with +which the Bird of Wisdom is contented to put up when the sparrows +decline to come to his claw.</p> + <p>Central Park offers numerous attractions now to all who love +to keep up their animal spirits by studying animal life. There is a fat +little Asiatic pig there, who is the very picture of content. A red pig +he is, and exceedingly well behaved. The best red pig, in fact, that we +remember ever to have seen, beating the learned pig by several trumps +and an ace. When we last saw him he was very busy with his pen, and our +surmise was that his mind was fully occupied with arrangements for +editing the works of BACON, or, possibly, those of HOGG.</p> + <p>The young elephant has increased immensely, since last year, +in stature and girth. He is remarkably neat in his person, wisping +himself all over with hay for hours at a time. Whether he does this for +cleanliness or to obtain a flavor of elephant for the hay is doubtful, +however, for he always eats it after having made use of it as a +flesh-brush for a good while. Notices requesting visitors "not to feed +or annoy the animals" are posted on the compartments. In the case of +the elephant, though, it might be as well also to caution persons +against making jokes about his trunk—a low kind of ribaldry in which +every carpet-bagger, who never had one, seems to think himself bound to +indulge.</p> + <p>There is a cinnamon bear in one of the outside cages, whose +claws remind one sharply that cinnamon and cloves go together, and that +clove is a tense of the verb "to cleave." But we do not want such a +fellow as that to cleave to us, since it is evident that a grocer kind +of brute than a cinnamon bear cannot be found in all the ursine family. +"Sugar and spice, and all things nice," are stated in song to be the +materials that "little girls are made of," but if we thought that +cinnamon bear figured upon the list of groceries thus used for +modelling young maidens, we would either fly to the desert with Dr. +MARY WALKER or immure ourselves in a nunnery with SUSAN B. ANTHONY, and +all the other females of the anti-sugar-and-spice persuasion.</p> + <p>Fattest of all the beasts in the Central Park collection is +the larger of the two grizzly bears. From the easy way in which he +takes life, he reminds one of a successful politician, who had worked +his way up from being a slim and impecunious "repeater" to the position +of Alderman, or Custom House official, and President of the Fat Men's +Club. There is a drunken leer in this beast's eye, an inebriate roll in +all his movements, that lead one mechanically to peer into the darkness +of his den with the view of seeing what the Bar fixings are like. It +would be a rare freak to treat the huge fellow to a cask of rum and +sugar, and then stand by with a comic artist, and take down for +PUNCHINELLO the traits of BRUIN the Grizzly on a "bender," and with all +his repressed nature brought out by the strong drink.</p> + <p>"Carnivorium" is the word now properly applied by the Park +authorities to the establishment in which the wild beasts are kept. +That is, the term will be correct when applied only to the particular +department allotted to the fierce flesh-devouring animals. At present +camels are accommodated in the Carnivorium, and so are cows, which is a +sort of slur upon the habits of these poor innocent vegetarians. The +new word, however, is likely to find considerable extension, and if any +provider for the public maw should choose hereafter to call his +dining-saloon a Carnivorium, none would have a right to cavil at him on +philological grounds, at least.</p> + <p>By and by the Park will have a new and sensational attraction. +The antediluvian monsters of that great FRANKENSTEIN of the period, Mr. +WATERHOUSE HAWKINS, will soon be advanced enough to "give fits" to the +nursery-maids and their tender charges. Accipitrine in features as in +name, Mr. HAWKINS is a living illustration of the Darwinian theory. +Certainly his remote ancestors must have been of the falcon family. He +revels in birds; though, when he cannot obtain those, he can put up +with lizards, which he usually prefers manufactured, and of a length +not less than from sixty to one hundred feet. This reminds us that a +saurian of a hundred feet should not be confounded with a centipede.</p> + <p>It will be seen, then, that the landscape-gardens of our great +city are in a fair way of being able to afford some illustrations for +students of Natural History more interesting than the oyster-shells and +old boots with which most of them have hitherto been stocked.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>FRUIT FOR BALLOONISTS.</b> Currents in the air.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/153.jpg" alt=""> + <p>FASHION CORRESPONDENTS REPORT THAT "NETS ARE TO BE WORN MUCH +LONGER." PUNCHINELLO SUGGESTS, THEN, THAT THEY MIGHT BE PROFITABLY +ADAPTED FOR CATCHING FISH AS WELL AS BEAUX.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>THE AVERAGE THANKSGIVING.</b></p> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">NINE O'CLOCK A.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm +thankful I was bright enough, this year,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To have my turkey bought a week +ahead!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, what a bird it is! 'Twas +awful dear,—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But, thank the Lord! the +turkey's been well fed.</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">TEN O'CLOCK A.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There! +I've forgot the oysters. Thank the Lord,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There's time enough with early +church; Old GRIMES,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hope, will pity us to-day; he's +bored</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A hungry crowd so many, many +times.</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">ELEVEN O'CLOCK A.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, +what a crowd! Hallo! Another man!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Well, thank the Lord, 'twill be +a change, at least;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I s'pose he'll aggravate us all +he can:</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And that's <i>so</i> easy just +before a feast.</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">TWELVE O'CLOCK M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> Oh, what a bore! He's worse than +Grimes by half;<br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">So slow!—That turkey will be +done to rags!—</span><br> +I'm famished! I could eat the fatted calf.<br> + <span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">There! Thank the Lord! He's +winding up; he fags.</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">ONE P.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give +me the knife. Be quick, my love, be quick!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I never was so hungry in my +life!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well, thank the Lord, that +tedious old stick</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Did</i> let us off.—Oh, hang +this carving-knife!</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">TWO P.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I +wish I had not eaten quite so much;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But, really, the mince-pie was <i>so</i> +prime!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You gave it just the real, old, +fancy touch.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There! (Thank the Lord, I got +the meat in time.)</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">THREE P.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My +eyes! how sleepy I have grown since noon!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Some wine or music, now, would +make me gay;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come, ANNA, let us have a little +tune—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There! thank the Lord, there's +no more work to-day.</span> </div> + <p style="margin-left: 40px;">FOUR P.M.</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What +was it, ANNA? I was sound asleep;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I rather think I had the +nightmare, too.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I feel half sick; cold chills +around me creep.</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Well, thank the Lord, +Thanksgiving is all through!</span> </div> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Pen and an Inkling.</b></p> + <p>A certain HERR BISSENGER, of Pforzhelm, has presented BISMARCK +with a golden pen, set with jewels, with which to sign the treaty after +the capture of Paris. Foresight is well enough in its way; but if the +treaty which is to end this war is not a very different one from any +BISMARCK has yet suggested, penning his signature to it will be merely +a preliminary to his repentance for being so short-sighted as not to +see that Sedan, not Paris, was the place at which to make a lasting +peace.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Chance for Metaphysicians to be Useful.</b></p> + <p>The German metaphysicians who have been so long bothering the +world with reports of their searches after the undiscoverable, should +now exercise whatever skill they have gained in this pursuit, in +looking for signs of republican protest in Germany against the growing +tyranny of their Prussian masters. Such a course would do their own +country good, and, if successful, would be most grateful to the rest of +the world.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Twist of the Cable.</b></p> + <p>Telegrams per cable state that "VON DER TANN is +retreating"—also that "a Prussian bark has been blown up."</p> + <p>Combining these two statements, we obtain an excellent quality +of Tan Bark, which may or may not be suggestive of further "Hidings" of +the Prussians by the French.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Grant-ed.</b></p> + <p>Recent disclosures concerning the President's Cabinet would go +to show that this piece of administrative furniture is a cabinet with +Drawers.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Bad for their Health.</b></p> + <p>Travel is so impeded by the terrible state of affairs at +present existing in France, that the Prussians cannot take Tours.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>New Occupation for the President.</b></p> + <p>A display heading in the <i>World</i> of November 18th has +the following astounding line:—</p> + <p>"GRANT cuts SCHURZ."</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/154.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>NONE THE BETTER FOR TOO MUCH NURSING.</b></p> + <p><i>Dr. W.G. Bryant.</i>—"MR. KELLEY, THAT POOR CHILD +PENNSYLVANIA HAS BEEN FED TOO EXCLUSIVELY WITH PIG-IRON PAP. SUPPOSE +YOU TRY SOME OF MY FREE-TRADE MIXTURE, AND SEE IF THAT WON'T RESTORE IT +TO HEALTH."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN SURPRISED.</b></p> + <p>His Fellow-Citizens Present Him with a Silver Tea Service.</p> + <p>When the Hon. BILL SOOWARD allers gets home from a voyige, the +sitezens of Auburn give him a warm recepshen.</p> + <p>When Goyenor HOFFMAN visits the home of his childhood days, a +spontaneous bust of friendship throws her lovin embrace about him.</p> + <p>When a few sundry other peeple, whose names shall be nameless +in this communication, have arroven to their long home on tother side +of the River Sticks, they will get a recepshen so warm, that, settin on +top a red hot koal stove and sokin their feet in a kittle full of +b'iling water, will be full as cheerin to 'em as a Mint Jewlip is to an +inhabitant of the Equinoxial line.</p> + <p>Recepshens and presentashens bein the order of the day, I took +it into my head, a short time since, to have my feller sitizens of +Skeansboro' give me some of it.</p> + <p>Consekently I hired 1/2 dozen of my nabors, whom I supposed +wouldent make turnal fools of their selves, to call at the Old Green +manshon with a crowd of peeple, at the hour when I was supposed to be +to bed, for the purpuss of presentin me with a silver tea sarvice, +which our Joowiler had lent me for the occasion. I writ up an impromptu +speech, and practiced it for over a week, out in my barn, so as to be +reddy for the cerprise.</p> + <p>My 3 oldest darters had agreed to be dressed up in white, +representen the 3 graces—Faith, Hope, & Charity—and arrangin their +selfs in a tabloo in the back parler, they was to throw open the foldin +doors at a signal from me. I also tride to get my wife to rig up; says +she:</p> + <p>"Me rig up? No, sir! I wouldent encourage sich a lot of tom +foolery to save your consarned neck. And I know of a sartin Old +Noosants who'l ketch Hail Columbia if he musses up these ere parlers to +freely."</p> + <p>The noosants referred to was no doubt the undersined; I know +it was.</p> + <p>Mariar was allers full of pet names, and this was one of them.</p> + <p>When she called me pet names, I dident stop to argue with her. +It is no use; shee'l allers have the last word, if she sets up all nite +for a week for it. You mite just as well try to make Bosting fokes +think the hul United States don't resolve around Masserchussetts Bay +and Bosting Common once every 24 times an hour, as to undertake to stop +a womans clack when she gets on a talkin fit.</p> + <p>The appinted nite came, and I was standin behind the winder +curten, peekin out the upper hall winder, anxiusly awaitin the arrival +of the crowd.</p> + <p>All of a sudden a percession, hove in site, headed by a drum +and fife. Their onsartin way of marchin, by gettin their legs mixed all +up together, made me think that by the time they got up to my house, +the painful duty would devolve on to me of goin down and getten their +legs ontangled.</p> + <p>The fifer was continually mistakin his head for a drum stick, +as he fell over and let it strike vilently agin the sheep skin head of +the base drum. Whilst the drummer, hisself, was mistakin evry bodys +head for his musikle instrument, as he dealt out blows rite and left, +to all who come within hittin distance of his intossicated drum sticks.</p> + <p>Arrivin before my domisil, the leeder sung out and says:</p> + <p>"Now boys (hic!) let's rattle up bald head, (hic!) if old +2-and-ninepence don't (hic!) shell out with his 'freshments, we'll +(hic!) smash this 'ere borrered tea sarvice over his (hic!) figger +head." Sayin which he gives the door bell a yank, which was enuff to +pull the roof off from over our heads.</p> + <p>Slippin on my red nite cap, I poked my head out of my winder, +and in fained cerprise, Bays to 'em:</p> + <p>"My good peeple, what's the meanin of this demon-stration?"</p> + <p>"A lot of fellers, who you hired to come and pay you a visit, +has got here. So come down and let us in, old hoss," says a voice.</p> + <p>I went down stairs, with doubts in my mind as to the way the +thing would turn out.</p> + <p>Unboltin the door, the assemblige filed in. A casual glance +convinced me that I was not receivin into the buzzum of my family +manshon a deputashun from the Skeensboro Lodge of Good Templers, for a +skalier lot of whiskey-soked human beins I never sot eyes on.</p> + <p>There was JOB BIGLER, who useter leed the Skeensboro brick +meetin house quire, tryin to pick his teeth with the corner of a +pictur-frame, while standin before the lookin glass was WILLYAM DUNBAR +vainly endevorin to ascertain if he was the Siameese Twins, or else was +the lookin-glass a double-plated one.</p> + <p>Old JIM SPENCER insisted on standin with his cow-hide butes on +top the mahogony senter table, for the purpuss of presentin me with the +tea sarvice, while his son-in-law had no sorter hesitation, +whatsomever, of planten his muddy feet into my wife's work basket, +which was settin on a stool in the sou'-west corner of the front room. +Others had piled theirselfs in heeps, in various parts of the room, +presentin a picter which JOHN B. GOFF could work up to sich an affectin +pitch, that tears could be got out of the eyes of a perfessional +grave-digger.</p> + <p>"SQUIRE GREEN, yer (hic!) feller sitisens, wishin to do the +square thing by you, hereby (hic!) take this opportunity of presentin +you with this (hic!) tea sarvice, which you hired down to GRIZ'LES +jooliry (hic!) store, for this momentous occassion. Take it and be +'appy. Now trot out yer (hic!) benzeen," says SPENCER. At this pint I +give the signle, and the foldin doors was throde quickly open, revealin +my 3 gals in a classic tabloo. I then said:</p> + <p>"Feller Sitizens: When I say I'me hily pleased at this +onexpected cerprise, I but reiterate the pent up feelins of an +overflowin heart."—</p> + <p>"Oh, cork up on that ere spoutin, and sound yer supper bell," +said JOE BIGLER, interuptin me. I again went on.</p> + <p>"As I casts my eyes about me, I see the smillen faces of my +feller sitizens, who have been tride and not found <i>wantin</i>—"</p> + <p>"That's a lie! We are <i>wantin</i> some vittles, with a +little (hic!) opedildock to wash her down. When you hired us to do this +job, you (hic!) 'greed to fill up," says a voice.</p> + <p>I pertended as how I dident hear the raskle's insultin +remarks, but I was secretly itchin to be a silent spectator to his +funeral, and see his miserable carciss sunk down under about 6 foot of +free sile. I continnered;</p> + <p>"You see before you, Faith, Hope & Charity, otherwise +called the 3 graces," said I, pintin to my darters, who looked as +sheepish as if they was jest let loose from a femail convenshun, or +some other loonatick asylum.</p> + <p>"Yer cant cram that stuff down our gullets, no more'n I can +stand on this sugar bole without mashin it" said a vile youth, ceasin +the sugar bole from the silver tea sarvice and settin his foot onto it. +"Them gals haint no more faith in hoops and charity, than I have that +the french peeple can live under a Republican form of government." Said +another chap: "Oh, no, old GREEN, them tow-headed maidens is your +darters, JOHANNER, BETTY, and MARIAR, Jr."</p> + <p>"Leed us to the bankett halls," says some one else.</p> + <p>"Come, do as yer (hic!) 'greed, and give us some +pirotecknicks," some one else yelled; at this juncture all was hollerin +vociferously for vittles and whiskey.</p> + <p>I assure you, Mr. PUNCHINELLO, it was very <i>affectin</i>.</p> + <p>In fact, I don't believe there was a <i>dry mouth</i> in the +crowd.</p> + <p>"I blush for every drunken soul of you," said I, wishing to +get rid if em; "and I want you to understand this meetin is adjourned +to sober off."</p> + <p>I noticed that the 3 graces had left the room, while the +assemblage was vainly endeavorin to git hold of the silver tea sarvice.</p> + <p>Suddenly the back parler door was busted open, and Mrs. GREEN +and my 3 gals rushed in with pans of hot water and broomsticks, and if +ever I enjoyed seein a lot of people baptized, it was that ere crowd, +who was a yellin "bloody murder," as the hot water made their hides +curl up.</p> + <p>"Go It, My Sweet Dears," Said I, "Peel Off Their Skins, And +You Shall All Have A Bran New Caliker Apiece To-Morrer Mornin."</p> + <p>Well, sir, in quicker time than I can write this, the house +was cleared and the front door locked agin em; but my troubles had only +just commenced, for I had, figerately speakin, jumped from the fryin +pan into the fire.</p> + <p>"HIRAM GREEN," said MARIAR, backin me up into a corner, "you +old sinner, you, look at that senter table, all scratched up with heels +of a pair of drunken cow-hide butes. Look at my work basket; it looks +as if a percession of hogs had been marchin into it.—See that nice rag +carpet which took me over 6 months to make; what is it? eh! it's +covered with old tabacker cuds, mud, segar stumps, broken whiskey +bottles, and dish water. Haint you a sweet venerable head of a family? +Haint you a saperb copy bound in calf, of ex-legal jewrisprudence?</p> + <p>"Presented you with a tea sarvice, did they? Oh! yool be the +ruination of this family with your confounded efforts seekin arter +fame. You—you—"</p> + <p>I dident wait to hear no more, but left the house with my +feelins in a hily mixed up state. I have made up my mind to one thing, +that if I ever get up another cerprise, I will hire good moral men, +sich as editors, noosepaper men, and literary folks ginerally, whose +conducts is above suspishon, to conduct the preceedins.</p> +When this you spy,<br> +Remember HI,<br> + <p>Ewers, truly,</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,</p> + <p>Lait Gustise of the Peece.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/157.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>BABY'S PHOTOGRAPH.</b></p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/158.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>SONG OF THE OYSTER.</b></p> + <p>"PUT ME IN MY LITTLE BED."</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>OUR PORTFOLIO.</b></p> + <p>An Exciting Interview with King William.—"Seeing" Thiers and +Going him Better.—The Influence of Monkeys In Diplomacy.</p> + <p>VERSAILLES, EIGHTH WEEK OF THE REPUBLIC, 1870.</p> + <p>"I don't believe a word of it," said the King, with an +impatient stamp of the foot and a deprecatory wave of the hand—"not a +word of it."</p> + <p>You see, dear PUNCHINELLO, the situation was thus: I had +undertaken, not indeed without grave misgivings, to propitiate his +Majesty, after the failure of the THIERS-BISMARCK negotiations, and, if +possible, procure such terms as would save Parisians from the galling +necessity of immolating the monkeys of the <i>Jardin des Plantes</i> +to the popular demand for something to eat. I thought, as an American +citizen and your correspondent, my propositions <i>might</i> have some +chance of being favorably entertained, especially as I knew that the +English Minister's presents of Stilton cheese and many dozens of BASS' +bottled ale to BISMARCK had failed to prevent the current of the +Chancellor's prejudice from running strongly in favor of Americans. +Thus morally armed, and bearing in my pocket a <i>passe-partout</i> +from Prussian Headquarters, I approached Versailles on the second +evening after the departure of M. THIERS, and found the King occupying +the apartment in the central pavilion of the palace, which had once +been the sleeping-chamber of Louis XVI. and his unhappy spouse MARIE +ANTOINETTE. Many alterations had taken place since I was last there and +saw the wretched Queen from the balcony endeavoring to assuage the +fierce mob that surged beneath. The room was not like the room in which +I once helped Louis to pull off his boots, and the delicate perfume +that usually pervades the apartments of French royalty had succumbed to +the amalgamated odors of <i>Schweitzer Kase</i> and <i>Saur Kraut</i>.</p> + <p>"It is apparent, sire," said I to WILLIAM, who was sitting +there "that Count BISMARCK has wholly misunderstood the situation in +Paris."</p> + <p>"Not a bit of it," said the King; "don't I know well enough +they've got down to two ounces a day for each man, and horse meat at +that?</p> + <p>"You forget, sire, their vast supply of asses."</p> + <p>"Do I, indeed? when they've done nothing but develop an +unlimited number of them ever since the war began."</p> + <p>I had an idea then that his majesty must have meant this for +sarcasm though my own experience told me that it was only too true; and +it also occurred to me that I was not in my true station as the +representative of a government of "asses." Nothing but a stern sense of +duty prevented me from clearing out at once under this last harrowing +reflection. Accordingly, I returned to the charge with diminished +vigor, assuring the King that if his army kept on blockading Paris in +this cruel sort of way, the population would soon be dying by +thousands. It was very strange why he wouldn't draw off his troops. +What did <i>he</i> want with Paris? What had Paris done to <i>him</i>? +Weren't there plenty of other cities in this world that didn't care a +cent how much he bombarded them? (I began to think that possibly I +might be growing childish in my method of stating the case, but it was +only a momentary weakness that made me think so.) Where was Tyre? Let +him go and bombard Tyre. Nobody cares for Tyre now. Where was Sidon? If +he wanted to throw away his ammunition, let him "go" for Sidon. Where +was Tuckahoo, New Jersey? Would New York care if Tuckahoo was reduced +to the level of its original swamp? Moreover, there were lots of cities +away off in China, yearning to have the rays of modern civilization let +into them. Would it be anything out of his way to travel in that +direction with a few big KRUPP guns, and give civilization a fair +opening to get in at? Wasn't it cowardly to be punching all the time at +one poor, miserable little town like Paris, that ain't big enough to +help itself, and wouldn't have done the same by him no matter if it got +ever so many high old chances? "Think of it, oh! think of it, my royal +brother," I said, laying a hand on each of his royal shoulders. He took +my hands off, and told BISMARCK to bring him a wisp-broom. It was a +cruel insult, but I stood unmoved in the midst of it. "Perhaps at some +future hour and place, Your Majesty, we may meet under different +circumstances." That was a proposition he exhibited no disposition to +deny. At this juncture a courier arrived from the front, breathless +with excitement, and speechless too. The King seized him by the back of +the neck and shook him violently, but the poor fellow couldn't +articulate a word, I suggested that cold keys be put down his back, and +his feet thrust into the fire. That brought him to so fast that I got +behind an arm-chair for protection. In a few seconds he gathered voice +enough to say:</p> + <p>"S-S-Sire, P-P-P-Paris is e-eatin' u-u-up the m-m-mon-monkeys."</p> + <p>Fatal news! It was all up with my museum.</p> + <p>Paris reduced to monkeys, and no treaty signed!</p> + <p>Horrible catastrophe!</p> + <p>I offered myself to Satan for a good lie—anything, I didn't +care what, to clinch matters, and bring the King to terms. The Old Boy +served me.</p> + <p>"Your Majesty, I forebore to tell you the worst; but it can be +kept back no longer. You must fly from here; fly from Paris. Your +worthy queen, the great, the good, the patriotic AUGUSTA, is now lying +at the point of—"</p> + <p>"Liar!" shouted the King, as he seized a boot-jack from the +hands of BISMARCK and hurled it at me with all his strength. I burst +the back of my coat dodging the missile, which did not, however, +interrupt the rapid utterance of my dreadful communication.</p> + <p>"Spare one moment more to hear what I have just received by +telegraph from Berlin, which is to say that your grandmother—"</p> + <p>"I never had a grandmother!" roared the King, upon the verge +of madness, as the Crown Prince, at the head of six Army Corps +surrounded the building and captured me without firing a shot.</p> + <p>P.S.—It is scarcely necessary in my present exhausted state to +say that my liberation is once more entirely due to the intercession of +that man of all men, the defender of injured innocence, and the +champion of all unfortunates, the most honorable Mr. WASHBURNE, +American Minister, &c. He told them that he had known me from +boyhood; that my father died in the lunatic asylum, and dying, +bequeathed his intellectual characteristics to his son, which was all +he had to bequeath. The King said it was more than likely, and so I got +off.</p> + <p>DICK TINTO.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Wonderful Sagacity.</b></p> + <p>Newspapers mention that an Irish crow has lately arrived as a +passenger on board the steamship <i>Colorado.</i> It is stated that +the bird has positively declined to quit the ship, and the inference is +that its unwillingness to do so arises from fear lest it might be +mistaken for a Thanksgiving Turkey.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Wintry Reflection.</b></p> + <p>The only Weather Profits that never fail are the gains of the +coal dealers.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>Nautical.</b></p> + <p>When does a ship display a propensity for climbing?</p> + <p>When she runs up her flag.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <b>THE PLAYS AND SHOWS</b><br> + <p><img src="images/159.jpg" align="left" alt="L">atest of Mr. +BOUCICAULT'S mixtures is another Irish dramatic stew. He calls it the <i>Rapparee</i>, +and it contains the usual proportion of fire, patriots, whiskey, +traitors, pretty girls, and red-coat officers. It has a Tragic Heroine +and a Cheerful Heroine, a French Officer who speaks with an Irish +brogue, and a Dutch General who speaks the Fechterian dialect. It has +FRANK MAYO in picturesque attitudes on the stage, and HARRY PALMER in +gorgeous vestments in the lobby. But here it is—as long as the original +and nearly as tedious. Read it and decide for yourselves whether this +sort of thing is worthy of the clever mechanic who constructed <i>Arrah-na-Pogue</i>?</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">THE RAPPAREE. ACT I.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE I.—<i>A retired spot in the +public highway. [Enter an army of fifteen<br> +Irish patriots, armed with pikes of great scythes.]</i></p> + <p>1st PATRIOT.—"Hurroo for KING JAMES, we'll dhrive the +Orange-men into the say. Here comes O'MALLEY, and the FRINCH OFFICIR. +May they niver want a bottle, or a frind to stale it from." <i>[Enter +O'Malley and Duquesne,]</i></p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"All is lost. ULICK has betrayed us."</p> + <p>DUQUESNE.—"All is lost. ULICK has followed the national +custom."</p> + <p>PATRIOTS.—"All is lost. Hurroo. What'll we do now, boys?"</p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Come with me to France. We'll fight somebody there."</p> + <p>PATRIOTS.—"We will go this minute." <i>[They go. Enter Tragic +Heroine.]</i></p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Can I belave the eyes of me. Is it you, darlint, or +some other ghost?"</p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"'Tis I. Fly, O'MALLEY. ULICK insists upon +marrying me, and hanging you."</p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"I will fly to-morrow night, and you shall fly with +me. I would go this minute, were it not that Mr. BOUCICAULT'S play +would be spoiled if I did not stay long enough to get into +difficulties. I will hide in the cellar of my ruined castle, and will +give ULICK the worst 'hiding' he ever had if I have a convenient chance +at him."</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE II—<i>The front parlor in +O'Hara's castle. Enter the Dutch General and O'Hara.</i></p> + <p>DUTCH GENERAL.—"O'HARA, I dinks you pe ein repel. ULICK is +searging your bapers. If he finds something you shall be hanged." <i>[Enter +Ulick.]</i></p> + <p>ULICK.—"I have searched O'HARA's trunk, and the drawer where +he keeps his other stocking. I have found nothing."</p> + <p>DUTCH GENERAL.—"I still pelieve him a traitor, but I gannot +brove it." <i>[Exit.]</i></p> + <p>ULICK.—"O'HARA, listen. I have lied. I hold here in my left +coat-tail pocket the proofs of your treachery. Give me your daughter +and help me hang O'MALLEY, or I will ruin you."</p> + <p>O'HARA.—"I am in your power. Do as you please." <i>[Enter +Tragic Heroine.]</i></p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"Never. ULICK shall neither marry me nor hang +O'MALLEY."</p> + <p>ULICK.—"Young woman, I will lock you in this room for a year +or two, until O'MALLEY is thoroughly hung. Come, O'HARA." <i>[Exeunt.]</i></p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"I must escape and warn O'MALLEY. But how? I +have it. I can leap out of the window into the sea: I can then swim in +full ball-dress to O'MALLEY'S castle, which is only twenty leagues from +here. I will warn him, and fly with him. Courage. I will remove my +back-hair and make the hazardous leap." <i>[She leaps.]</i></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE III.—<i>The vaults below +O'Malley's castle. Enter Dutch General,<br> +O'Hara, Ulick, and the "Doctor," a rebel prisoner.</i></p> + <p>DOCTOR.—"I brought you here to show you O'MALLEY'S +hiding-place. Now I've got you. The tide rose the moment we entered, +and cut off your retreat; we'll all be drowned like rats in a hole. +Hurroo." <i>[O'Malley descends into the vaults by an iron door.]</i></p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Come up-stairs out of the wet. We'll have some +whiskey." <i>[They come up.]</i></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">ACT II.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE I.—<i>O'Malley's ancestral +back-garret. Enter Tragic Heroine in ball-dress, having swum across the +bay.</i></p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"Ha! also Ho! I am a little out of breath. I +think I had better faint." <i>(Faints.) [Enter O'Malley and his +rescued enemies.]</i></p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Sit down, while I go for the whiskey." <i>[He +goes.]</i></p> + <p>O'HARA.—"What do I see? My daughter! Take her up-stairs before +O'MALLEY returns." <i>(They take her up.) [Re-enter O'Malley.]</i></p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Gentlemen, here is the whiskey. It is Gen. GRANT'S +favorite brand, and you'll find it all right." <i>[To his servant]</i> +"CONNER, these men mean to arrest me. Go and set fire to the castle." <i>[Connor +goes, and O'Malley, locking the door, throws the key out of the window.]</i></p> + <p>EVERYBODY.—"What do you mean by throwing away the key? Do you +mean to surround us, and, making us prisoners, drink up the whiskey +yourself?"</p> + <p>O'MALLEY,—"'Tis a custom of our house, intended originally to +give employment to meritorious locksmiths on the eve of election. +Listen while I tell you how one of my ancestors played a nice little +trick on some officers who had come to arrest him for shooting his +landlord. He locked them up as I have locked you up. He then ordered +his servant to set the castle on fire as I have just done, and was +baked with them as we are about to be baked."</p> + <p>DUTCH GENERAL.—"Donner und blitzen!"</p> + <p>EVERYBODY ELSE.—"Tare an ounds!"</p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE, <i>[in the loft above]</i>.—"S c r r r e e e +c h."</p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Heavings! That shriek. 'Tis my Grace! TRAGIC +DARLING, I come to die with you." <i>[Rushes up the chimney, while the +Dutch General, blowing off the lock off the door with his pistol, +escapes together with his friends. The Castle is carefully taken to +pieces in sections by the stage carpenters, while torches are flashed +at intervals. Finally a Roman candle is set off, and the O'Malley +Castle falls a prey to a carefully managed conflagration.—Curtain.]</i></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">ACT III.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE I.—<i>A quiet place in midst +of the turnpike. Enter Cheerful Heroine and French Officer.</i></p> + <p>FRENCH OFFICER.—"Fly with me at once."</p> + <p>CHEERFUL HEROINE.—"Why on earth should I fly? I have never +seen you but once."</p> + <p>FRENCH OFFICER.—"'Tis true; but you'll have to settle that +with BOUCICAULT. I'm sure I don't want you to fly, especially with no +property but a low-necked dress and short sleeves; but BOUCICAULT has +arranged it to suit himself."</p> + <p>CHEERFUL HEROINE—"In that case I will fly." <i>[Enter the</i> +DOCTOR <i>and a band of patriots.]</i></p> + <p>DOCTOR.—"O'MALLEY is a prisoner in the fort. We are going to +have him out, dead or alive."</p> + <p>FRENCH OFFICER.—"These are the counsels of madness. Why don't +you get an injunction, or something of that kind, and so get him out +peaceably."</p> + <p>DOCTOR.—"It's too late. Besides, Mr. BOUCICAULT wants to end +the play with a fight."</p> + <p>CHEERFUL HEROINE.—"I will manage it all. I will let down a +rope from the fort. You shall all be drawn up and rescue O'MALLEY. +Nothing could be more simple. Come and be drawn up." <i>[They come.]</i></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE. II.—<i>Interior of the +O'Malley's cell. Enter Tragic Heroine.</i></p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"'Tis he!'tis he! Though how he managed to +change his clothes and put on such a nice coat, I can't imagine. +Dearest, awake!"</p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Who calls? Is it the boy with the beer? Ha! my own +darling. Come to this embroidered waistcoat."</p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"I have agreed to marry ULICK on condition he +permits you to escape."</p> + <p>O'MALLEY.—"Ha! base girl. Would ye onconvenience yourself to +save me? Never! I will not consent to your marrying ULICK. Try some +other little game, darlint"</p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"I will." <i>[Exit.]</i></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">SCENE III.—<i>The castle moat. +O'Malley in the ditch standing in a picturesque attitude.<br> +The Dutch General stands on the summit of a wall three feet high, and +leaning over<br> +the battlements—which tower to the height of three inches—hands<br> + O'Malley a pardon. Enter Tragic Heroine and everybody else.</i></p> + <p>TRAGIC HEROINE.—"O'MALLEY. I have saved you. Now save me. I +have just married ULICK. Kill him for me."</p> + <p>ULICK <i>and</i> O'MALLEY <i>accordingly slash each other +across the legs with their rapiers.</i> O'MALLEY <i>kills</i> ULICK <i>and +embraces the TRAGIC HEROINE. Everybody shouts "Hurroo!" and the curtain +falls.</i></p> + <p>MATADOR.</p> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <center> <img src="images/160.jpg" alt=""> + <p>EFFECT OF THE PRESIDENT'S PROCLAMATION UPON CERTAIN PARTIES +INTERESTED.</p> + </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + <p><b>SARSFIELD YOUNG'S PANORAMA.</b></p> + <p>PART II.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">THE ALPS.</p> + <p>These mountains, which are permanently located in Switzerland, +and favorably mentioned in all the geographies, are justly admired by +tourists for their grandeur, natural beauty, and good hotel +accommodations.</p> + <p>This is a view at sunrise, by one of the early painters. +Everything is up, but Mont Blanc is up more than his neighbors. The +whole landscape is bathed in the golden glories of the orb of day. A +bath in the morning is invigorating indeed.</p> + <p>These Peaks are clustered around in silent majesty. It looks +as though the entire PEAK family had come here and settled. These +snow-capped summits, wild ravines, mountain torrents, and the series of +crags which WILLIAM TELL was in the habit of addressing, are truly +soul-inspiring.</p> + <p>Here is a guide with his party. These guides are well-trained +men, who never bolt, but always go with their party—the ultramontane. +They are of high birth, and descended from the best Alpen Stock.</p> + <p>No one should pass the season in Switzerland without seeing +these mountains. They will repay a perusal.</p> + <p>While the prices may not be extravagant enough for Americans, +still, those who have scaled these noble elevations may well account +the prospect as one of the most striking features of a foreign climb.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">A SCENE IN THE TROPICS.</p> + <p>This gorgeous painting brings before you all the luxuriance of +tropical vegetation. Magnolias and palm trees wave their heads proudly, +while bananas, oranges, and bread fruit abound in rank profusion. Here +the cane brake stretches away as far as the eye can reach (and to those +who are not near-sighted still farther), recalling those beautiful +lines of the poet:—</p> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Break, break, break!"</span><br> + <p>The broad river in the foreground, mountains melting away on +the horizon (that's because they're volcanic), and the sun broiling and +sizzling high up in the heavens, are deliciously blended together. Our +artist, full of perspiration (he can blend better than any man we ever +ployed), has seized upon a moment when all Nature seems to say: +("Steady there, what makes that canvas wriggle so?")</p> + <p>Notice the warmth of coloring; and see to what a high degree +of art the general effect is carried-about 90° Fahrenheit in the +shade. This picturesque object is an alligator basking in the sun. Our +advice to inexperienced travellers is: "Let him bask!"</p> + <p>These cotton fields, rice plantations, and the colored member +of Congress addressing his constituents on the right, all stamp this +scene as unmistakably Southern.</p> + <p>We will cancel the stamp and move on.</p> + <p>In our next we shall find that our artist has given himself +more latitude, say about eighty degrees North.</p> + <p style="text-align: center;">WINTER IN SPITSBERGEN.</p> + <p>Behold these regions of eternal ice and snow—miles upon miles +of frozen real estate. There is a great ice monopoly here. All, all is +blank; except the ship over in this corner. She is a prize. This is the +place to buy thermometers; you'll generally find them going very low. +The weather in this region is mostly day and night, but rather +irregularly divided between the two.</p> + <p>You see these people with rough beards and red shirts, looking +like New York firemen? You take one to be MOSE? You are right—they are +Esquimaux. They are a tough, and hardy race. Though not precisely +students, they yet consume the midnight oil—chiefly as a beverage.</p> + <p>This great work is the combined production of thirteen +artists; twelve of them, perishing in the attempt, were handsomely +buried at our expense; and the survivor is now keeping a bar, for his +own consumption, at St. Paul, Minnesota. He was compelled to lay aside +the brush, which accounts for the water in this corner not being +frozen, as the contract stipulated. But this allows the ship to which I +referred to float comfortably.</p> + <p>These small buildings are settlements. They are not so +frequent here as in New York or Chicago, where business men inform me +they occur about as often as—once in two years.</p> + <p>"Ice cream for sale," on this sign, has a flavor of +civilization in it.</p> + <p>Woman does not go to the poles here, although one of them is +only a few miles distant in a northerly direction, with excellent +sleighing.</p> + <p>I would make a passing allusion to this figure, introduced by +artist number nine, to please the young people. It represents a +Spitsbergen lover. He is clad in fur, and has a catarrh. He is just now +oh his sneeze, warbling hoarsely: "Rein deer in this bosom!"</p> + <p><i>(Sentimental strains from the melodeon.)</i></p> + <p style="text-align: center;">THE GRAND CANAL.</p> + <p>This is not the Erie Canal, but the Grand Canal of Venice. It +does not own so many mules, or forward so much corn and flour, as the +New York concern, but is more airy and picturesque. It is surrounded by +palaces; but what is a palace without a mother?</p> + <p>These swan-like men-of-war are gondolas. Our skipper is called +a gondolier. Every other skipper is called something worse than that if +he gets in our skipper's way. I respect a man's calling; that is, if he +follows it up energetically.</p> + <p>The Rialto, with its busy throngs.</p> + <p>The Bridge of Sighs, where Lord Byron is said to have stood on +either hand.</p> + <p>A group of native beggars. This man is blind. 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LOUIS, VICKSBURG, +NASHVILLE, MOBILE,<br> +And All Points South and South-west.</b></p> + <p><small>Its DRAWING-ROOM and SLEEPING COACHES on all Express +Trains, running through to Cincinnati without change, are the most +elegant and spacious used upon any Road in this country, being fitted +up in the most elaborate manner, and having every modern improvement +introduced for the comfort of its patrons; running upon the BROAD +GAUGE; revealing scenery along the Line unequalled upon this Continent, +and rendering a trip over the <b>ERIE</b>, one of the delights and +pleasures of this life not to be forgotten.</small></p> + <p><small>By applying at the Offices of the Erie Railway Co., +Nos. 241, 529 and 957 Broadway; 205 Chambers St.; 38 Greenwich St.; +cor. 125th St. and Third Avenue, Harlem; 338 Fulton St., Brooklyn: +Depots foot of Chambers Street, and foot of 23d St., New York; and the +Agents at the principal hotels, travelers can obtain just the Ticket +they desire, as well as all the necessary information.</small></p> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <p><b>PUNCHINELLO,</b><br> + <small>VOL. I, ENDING SEPT. 24,<br> +BOUND IN EXTRA CLOTH,<br> +IS NOW READY.</small></p> + <p><span style="font-weight: bold;">PRICE $2.50.</span><br> + <small>Sent free by any Publisher on receipt of price, or by</small><br> + <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING COMPANY,</span><br> +83 Nassau Street, New York.</p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<table + style="width: 800px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" + border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td rowspan="2" width="30%" align="center"> + <p>PROFESSOR JAMES DE MILLE,</p> + <p>Author of</p> + <p>"THE DODGE CLUB ABROAD"<br> + <small>AND OTHER HUMOROUS WORKS,</small></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">Will Commence a New Serial</p> + <p>IN THE NUMBER OF</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"> <big><big>"PUNCHINELLO"</big></big></p> + <p>FOR</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">January 7th, 1871,</p> + <p>Written expressly for this paper.</p> + </td> + <td align="center"> + <table align="center"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td width="25%" align="center"> + <p><b>138 & 140</b><br> +FULTON STREET,<br> +NEW YORK.</p> + <br> +Overcoats, $6.<br> +Overcoats, $8.<br> +Overcoats, $10.<br> +Overcoats, $15.<br> +Overcoats, $20.<br> +Overcoats, $25.<br> +Overcoats, $30.<br> +Overcoats, $35.<br> +Overcoats, $40.<br> +Overcoats, $45.<br> + </td> + <td align="center"> + <p><big><span style="font-weight: bold;">FREEMAN & +BURR'S</span></big><br> +CLOTHING WAREHOUSES.</p> + <p><small>FREEMAN & BURR'S Stock is of unparalleled +extent and variety. It embraces Suits, Overcoats, and Clothing of every +description, for all ages, and all classes and occasions.</small></p> + <p><small>ORDERS BY LETTER.—The easy and accurate system +for SELF-MEASURE, introduced by FREEMAN & BURR, enables parties in +any part of the country to order CLOTHING direct from them, with the +certainty of receiving the most PERFECT FIT attainable.</small></p> + <p><small>RULES FOR SELF-MEASURE, Samples of Goods, +Price-list, and Fashion Sheet, sent FREE on application.</small></p> + </td> + <td width="25%" align="center"> + <p><b>138 & 140</b><br> +FULTON STREET,<br> +NEW YORK.</p> + <br> +Winter Suits, $12.<br> +Winter Suits, $15.<br> +Winter Suits, $20.<br> +Winter Suits, $30.<br> +Winter Suits, $40.<br> +Winter Suits, $50.<br> +Boys' Suits, $6.<br> +Boys' Suits, $8.<br> +Boys' Suits, $12.<br> +Boys' Suits, $18.<br> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <p><big><big><big><b>A CHRISTMAS STORY,</b></big></big></big></p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big>Written expressly for this +Paper,</big></p> + <p>By FRANK R. STOCKTON,</p> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">Author of "Ting-a-ling," etc., etc.,</p> + <p>WILL BE COMMENCED IN No. 38, FOR DECEMBER 17TH,<br> +AND CONCLUDED IN THREE NUMBERS.</p> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10292 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/10292-h/images/147.jpg b/10292-h/images/147.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..36ac927 --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/147.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/150.jpg b/10292-h/images/150.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..26d187e --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/150.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/151a.jpg b/10292-h/images/151a.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..28e0456 --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/151a.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/151b.jpg b/10292-h/images/151b.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8319f87 --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/151b.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/151c.jpg b/10292-h/images/151c.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..93c29cf --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/151c.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/152.jpg b/10292-h/images/152.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f1bd6b --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/152.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/153.jpg b/10292-h/images/153.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..606e77b --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/153.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/154.jpg b/10292-h/images/154.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..73c6f89 --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/154.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/157.jpg b/10292-h/images/157.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7faa945 --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/157.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/158.jpg b/10292-h/images/158.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2a34bbe --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/158.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/159.jpg b/10292-h/images/159.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a9f3fd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/159.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/160.jpg b/10292-h/images/160.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e86bf4d --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/160.jpg diff --git a/10292-h/images/162.jpg b/10292-h/images/162.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..25e54ce --- /dev/null +++ b/10292-h/images/162.jpg |
