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KERR.</p> + <p><b>CHAPTER XXII.—(Continued.)</b></p> + <p>When Miss POTTS and Mr. SIMPSON rejoined Mr. DIBBLE, in the +office of the latter, across the street, it was decided that the +flighty young girl should be made less expensive to her friends by +temporary accommodation in an economical boarding-house, and that the +Gospeler, returning to Bumsteadville, should persuade Miss CAROWTHERS +to come and stay with her until the time for the reopening of the +Macassar Female College.</p> + <p>Subsequently, with his homeless ward upon his arm, the +benignant old lawyer underwent a series of scathing rebuffs from the +various high-strung descendants of better days at whose once luxurious +but now darkened homes he applied for the desired board. Time after +time was he reminded, by unspeakably majestic middle-aged ladies with +bass voices, that when a fine old family loses its former wealth by +those vicissitudes of fortune which bring out the noblest traits of +character and compel the letting-out of a few damp rooms, it is +significant of a weak understanding, or a depraved disrespect of the +dignity of adversity, to expect that such families shall lose money and +lower their hereditary high tone by waiting upon a parcel of young +girls. A few Single Gentlemen desiring all the comforts of a home would +not be considered insulting unless they objected to the butter, and a +couple of married Childless Gentlemen with their wives might be +pardoned for respectfully applying; but the idea of a parcel of young +girls! Wherever he went, the reproach of not being a few Single +Gentlemen, or a, couple of married Childless Gentlemen with their +wives, abashed Mr. DIBBLE into helpless retreat; while FLORA'S +increasing guilty consciousness of the implacable sentiment against her +as a parcel of young girls, culminated at last in tears. Finally, when +the miserable lawyer was beginning to think strongly of the House of +the Good Shepherd, or the Orphan Asylum, as a last resort, it suddenly +occurred to him that Mrs. SKAMMERHORN, a distant widowed aunt of his +clerk, Mr. BLADAMS, had been known to live upon boarders in Bleecker +Street; and thither he dragged hastily the despised object on his arm.</p> + <p>Being a widow without children, and relieved of nearly all the +weaknesses of her sex by the systematic refusal of the opposite sex to +give her any encouragement in them, Mrs. SKAMMERHORN was a relentless +advocate of Woman's Inalienable Rights, and only wished that Man could +just see himself in that contemptible light in which he was distinctly +visible to One who, sooner than be his Legal Slave, would never again +accompany him to the Altar.</p> + <p>"I tell you candidly, DIBBLE," said she, in answer to his +application, "that if you had applied to be taken yourself, I should +have said 'Never!' and at once called in the police. Since SKAMMERHORN +died delirious, I have always refused to have his sex in the house, and +I tell you, frankly, that I consider it hardly human. If this girl of +yours, however, and the elderly female whom, you say, she expects to +join her in a few days, will make themselves generally useful about the +house, and try to be companions to me, I can give them the very room +where SKAMMERHORN died."</p> + <p>Perceiving that FLORA turned pale, her guardian whispered to +her that she would not be alone in the room, at any rate; and then +respectfully asked whether the late Mr. SKAMMERHORN had ever been seen +around the house since his death?</p> + <p>"To be frank with you," answered the widow, "I did think that +I came upon him once in the closet, with his back to me, as often I'd +seen the weak creature in life going after a bottle on the top shelf. +But it was only his coat hanging there, with his boots standing below +and my muff hanging over to look like his head."</p> + <p>"You think, then," said Mr. DIBBLE, inquiringly, "that it is +such a room as two ladies could occupy, without awaking at midnight +with a strange sensation and thinking they felt a supernatural +presence?"</p> + <p>"Not if the bed was rightly searched beforehand, and all the +joints well peppered with magnetic powder," was the assuring answer.</p> + <p>"Could we see the room, madam?"</p> + <p>"If the shutters were open you could; as they're not;" +returned the widow, not offering to stir; "but ever since SKAMMERHORN, +starting up with a howl, said 'Here he comes again, red-hot!' and tried +to jump out of the window, I've never opened them for any single man, +and never shall. I couldn't bear it, DIBBLE, to see one of your sex in +that room again, and hope you will not insist."</p> + <p>Broken in spirit as he was by preceding humiliations, the old +lawyer had not the heart to contest the point, and it was agreed, that, +upon the arrival of Miss CAROWTHERS from Bumsteadville, she and FLORA +should accept the memorable room in question.</p> + <p>Upon their way back to the hotel, guardian and ward met Mr. +BENTHAM, who, from the moment of becoming a character in their Story, +had been possessed with that mysterious madness for open-air exercise +which afflicted every acquaintance of the late EDWIN DROOD, and now +saluted them in the broiling street and solemnly besought their company +for a long walk. "It has occurred to me," said the Comic Paper man, who +had resumed his black worsted gloves, "that Mr. DIBBLE and Miss POTTS +may be willing to aid me in walking-off some of the darker suicidal +inclinations incident to first-class Humorous Journalism in America. +Reading the 'proof' of an instalment of a comic serial now publishing +in my paper, I contracted such gloom, that a frantic rush into the +fresh air was my only hope of on escape from self-destruction. Let us +walk, if you please."</p> + <p>Led on, in the profoundest melancholy, by this chastened +character, Mr. DIBBLE and the Flowerpot were presently toiling hotly +through a succession of grievous side-streets, and forlorn short-cuts +to dismal ferries; the state of their conductor's spirits inclining him +to find a certain refreshingly solemn joy in the horrors of +pedestrianism imposed by obstructions of merchandise on side-walks, and +repeated climbings over skids extending from store doors to drays. +Inspired to an extraordinary flow of malignant animal spirits by the +complexities of travel incident to the odorous mazes of some hundred +odd kegs of salt mackerel and boxes of brown soap impressively stacked +before one very enterprising Commission house, Mr. BENTHAM lightened +the journey with anecdotes of self-made Commission men who had risen in +life by breaking human legs and city ordinances; and dwelt emotionally +upon the scenes in the city hospitals where ladies and gentlemen were +brought in, with nails from the hoops of sugar-hogsheads sticking into +their feet, or limbs dislocated from too-loftily piled firkins of +butter falling upon them. Through incredible hardships, and amongst +astounding complications of horse-cars, target companies, and barrels +of everything, Mr. BENTHAM also amused his friends with circuits of +several of the fine public markets of New York; explaining to them the +relations of the various miasmatic smells of those quaint edifices with +the various devastating diseases of the day, and expatiating quite +eloquently upon the political corruption involved in the renting of the +stalls, and the fine openings there were for Cholera and Yellow Fever +in the Fish and Vegetable departments. Then, as a last treat, he led +his panting companions through several lively up-hill blocks of +drug-mills and tobacco firms, to where they had a distant view of a +tenement house next door to a kerosene factory, where, as he +vivaciously told them, in the event of a fire, at least one hundred +human beings would be slowly done to a turn. After which all three +returned from their walk, firmly convinced that an unctuous vein of +humor had been conscientiously worked, and abstractedly wishing +themselves dead.<a name="FNanchor1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> + <p>The exhilarating effect of the genial Comic Paper man upon +FLORA did not, indeed, pass away, until she and Miss CAROWTHERS were in +their appointed quarters under the roof of Mrs. SKAMMERHORN, whither +they went immediately upon the arrival of the elder spinster from +Bumsteadville.</p> + <p>"It could have been wished, my good woman," said Miss +CAROWTHERS, casting a rather disparaging look around the death-chamber +of the late Mr. SKAMMERHORN, "that you had assigned to educated single +young ladies, like ourselves, an apartment less suggestive of Man in +his wedded aspects. The spectacle of a pair of pegged boots sticking +out from under a bed, and a razor and a hone grouped on the +mantle-shelf, is not such as I should desire to encourage in the +dormitory of a pupil under my tuition."</p> + <p>"That's much to be deplored, I'm sure, CAROWTHERS," returned +Mrs. SKAMMERHORN, severely, "and sorry am I that I ever married, on +that particular account. I'd not have done it, if you'd only told me. +But, seeing that I married SKAMMERHORN, and then he died delirious, his +boots and razor must remain, just as he often wished to throw the +former at me in his ravings. Once married is enough, say I; and those +who never were, through having no proposals, must bear with those who +have, and take things as they come."</p> + <p>"There are those, I'd have you know, Mrs. SKAMMERHORN, to whom +proposals have been no inducement," said Miss CAROWTHERS, sharply; "or, +if being made, and then withdrawn, have given our sex opportunities to +prove, in courts of law, that damages can still be got. I'm afraid of +no Man, my good woman, as a person named BLODGETT once learned from a +jury; but boots and razors are not what I would have familiar to the +mind of one who never had a husband to die in raging torments, nor yet +has sued for breach."</p> + <p>"Miss POTTS is but a chicken, I'll admit," retorted Mrs. +SKAMMERHORN; "but you're not such, CAROWTHERS, by many a good year. On +the contrary, quite a hen. Then, you being with her, if the boots and +razor make her think she sees that poor, weak SKAMMERHORN a-ranging +round the room, when in his grave it is his place to be, you've only +got to say: 'A fool you are, and always were,'—as often I, myself, +called at him in his lifetime,—and off he'll go into his tomb again for +fear of broomsticks."</p> + <p>"FLORA, my dear," said Miss CAROWTHERS, turning with dignity +to her pupil, "if I know anything of human nature, the man who has once +got away from here, will stay away. Only single ghosts have attachments +for the houses in which they once lived. So, never mind the boots and +razor, darling; which, after all, if seen by peddlers, or men who come +to fix the gas, might keep us safe from robbers."</p> + <p>"As safe as any man himself, young woman, with pistols under +his head that he would never dare to fire if robbers were no more than +cats rampaging," added Mrs. SKAMMERHORN, enthusiastically. "With +nothing but an old black hat of SKAMMERHORN'S, and walking-cane, kept +hanging in the hall, I haven't lost a spoon by tramps or census takers +for six mortal years. So, make yourselves at home, I beg you both, +while I go down and cook the liver for our dinner. You'll find it +tender as a chicken, after what you've broke your teeth upon in +boarding-schools; though SKAMMERHORN declared it made him bilious in +the second year, forgetting what he'd drank with sugar to his taste, +beforehand."</p> + <p>Thus was sweet FLORA POTTS introduced to her new home; where, +but for looking down from her windows at the fashions, making-up +hundreds of bows of ribbons for her neck, and making-over all her +dresses, her woman's mind must have been a blank. What time Miss +CAROWTHERS told her all day how she looked in this or that style of +wearing her hair, and read her to sleep each night with extracts from +the pages of cheery HANNAH MORE. As for the object nearest her young +heart, to say that she was wholly unruffled by it would be inaccurate; +but by address she kept it hidden from all eyes save her own.</p> + <p><a name="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor1">[1]</a> +Ordinary readers, while admiring the heavy humor of this unexpected +open-air episode, may wonder what on earth it has to do with the the +Story; but the cultivated few, understanding the ingenious mechanics of +novel-writing, will appreciate it as a most skilful and happy device to +cover the interval between the hiring of Mrs. SKAMMERHORN's room, and +the occupation thereof by FLORA and her late teacher—another instance +of what our profoundly critical American journals call +"artistic—elaboration." (See corresponding Chapter of the original +English Story.)</p> + <br> + <p><b>CHAPTER XXIII.</b></p> + <p>GOING HOME IN THE MORNING.</p> + <p>After having thrown all his Ritualistic friends at home into a +most unholy and exasperated condition of mind, by a steady series of +vague remarks as to the extreme likelihood of their united implication +in the possible deed of darkness by which he has lost a broadcloth +nephew and an alpaca umbrella, the mournful Mr. BUMSTEAD is once more +awaiting the dawn in that popular retreat in Mulberry Street where he +first contracted his taste for cloves. The Assistant-Assessor and the +Alderman of the Ward are again there, tilted back against the wall in +their chairs; their shares in the Congressional Nominating Convention +held in that room earlier in the night having left them too weary for +further locomotion. The decanters and tumblers hurled by the Nominating +Convention over the question of which Irishman could drink the most to +be nominated, are still scattered about the floor; here and there a +forgotten slungshot marks the places where rival delegations have +confidently presented their claims for recognition; and a few +bullet-holes in the wall above the bar enumerate the various pauses in +the great debate upon the perils of the public peace from Negro +Suffrage.</p> + <p>Reclining with great ease of attitude upon an uncushioned +settee, the Ritualistic organist is aroused from dreamy slumber by the +turning-over of the pipe in his mouth, and majestically motions for the +venerable woman of the house to come and brush the ashes from his +clothes.</p> + <p>"Wud yez have it filled again, honey?" asks the woman. "Sure, +wan pipe more would do ye no harrum."</p> + <p>"I'mtooshleepy," he says, dropping the pipe.</p> + <p>"An' are yez too shlapey, asthore, to talk a little bissiness +wid an ould woman?" she asks, insinuatingly. "Couldn't yez be afther +payin' me the bit av a schore I've got agin ye?"</p> + <p>Mr. BUMSTEAD opens his eyes reproachfully, and wishes to know +how she can dare talk about money matters to an organist who, at almost +any moment, may be obliged to see a Chinaman hired in his place on +account of cheapness?</p> + <p>"Could the haythen crayture play, thin?" she asks, wonderingly.</p> + <p>"Thairvairimitative," he tells her;—"Cookwashiron' n' +eatbirdsnests."</p> + <p>"An' vote would they, honey?"</p> + <p>"Yesh—'f course—thairvairimitative, I tell y'," snarls he: +"do'tcheapzdirt."</p> + <p>"Is it vote chaper they would, the haythen naygurs, than +daycint, hardworkin' white min?" she asks, excitedly.</p> + <p>"Yesh. Chinesecheaplabor," he says, bitterly.</p> + <p>"Och, hone!" cries the woman, in anguish; "and f'hat's the +poor to do then, honey?"</p> + <p>"Gowest; go'nfarm!" sobs Mr. BUMSTEAD, shedding tears. "I'd go +m'self if a-hadn't lost dear-er-rerelative.—Nephew'n' umbrella."</p> + <p>"Saint PAYTHER! an' f'hat's that?"</p> + <p>"EDWINS!" cries the unhappy organist, starting to his feet +with a wild reel. "Th' pride of'suncle'sheart! I see 'm now, +in'sh'fectionatemanhood, with whalebone ribs, made 'f alpaca, +andyetsoyoung. 'Help me!' hiccries; 'PENDRAGON'sash'nate'n me!' +hiccries—and I go!"</p> + <p>While uttering this extraordinary burst of feeling, he has +advanced towards the door in a kind of demoniac can-can, and, at its +close, abruptly darts into the street and frantically makes off.</p> + <p>"The cross of the holy fathers!" ejaculates the woman, +momentarily bewildered by this sudden termination of the scene. Then a +new expression comes swiftly over her face, and she adds, in a +different tone, "Odether-nodether, but it's coonin' as a fox he is, and +it's off he's gone again widout payin' me the schore! Sure, but I'll +follow him, if it's to the wurruld's ind, and see f'hat he is and where +he is."</p> + <p>Thus it happens that she reaches Bumsteadville almost as soon +as the Ritualistic organist, and, following him to his boarding-house, +encounters Mr. TRACEY CLEWS upon the steps.</p> + <p>"Well, now!" calls that gentleman, as she looks inquiringly at +him, "who do you want?"</p> + <p>"Him as just passed in, your Honor."</p> + <p>"Mr. BUMSTEAD?"</p> + <p>"Ah. Where does he play the organ?"</p> + <p>"In St. Cow's Church, down yonder. Mass at seven o'clock, and +he'll be there in half an hour."</p> + <p>"It's there I'll be, thin," mumbles the woman; "and bad luck +to it that I didn't know before; whin I came to ax him for me schore, +and might have gone home widout a cint but for a good lad named EDDY +who gave me a sthamp.—The same EDDY, I'm thinkin', that I've heard him +mutter about in his shlape at my shebang in town, whin he came there on +political business."</p> + <p>After a start and a pause, Mr. CLEWS repeats his information +concerning the Ritualistic church, and then cautiously follows the +woman as she goes thither.</p> + <p>Unconscious of the remarkable female figure intently watching +him from under a corner of the gallery, and occasionally shaking a fist +at him, Mr. BUMSTEAD attends to the musical part of the service with as +much artistic accuracy as a hasty head-bath and a glass of soda-water +are capable of securing. The worshippers are too busy with risings, +kneelings, bowings, and miscellaneous devout gymnastics, to heed his +casual imperfections, and his headache makes him fiercely indifferent +to what any one else may think.</p> + <p>Coming out of the athletic edifice, Mr. CLEWS comes upon the +woman again, who seems excited.</p> + <p>"Well?" he says.</p> + <p>"Sure he saw me in time to shlip out of a back dure," she +returns, savagely; "but it's shtrait to his boording-house I'm going +afther him, the spalpeen."</p> + <p>Again Mr. TRACEY CLEWS follows her; but this time he allows +her to go up to Mr. BUMSTEAD'S room, while he turns into his own +apartment where his breakfast awaits him. "I can make a chalk mark for +the trail I've struck to-day," he says; and then thoughtfully attacks +the meal upon the table.<a name="FNanchor2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2"><sup>[2]</sup></a></p> + <p>(<i>To be Continued.</i>)</p> + <br> + <p><a name="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor2">[2]</a> +At this point, the English original of this Adaptation—the "Mystery of +EDWIN DROOD"—breaks off forever.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>THE PLAYS AND SHOWS.</b></p> + <p><img src="images/37.jpg" align="left" alt="N">ilsson has come; +and, sad to say, has brought dissension and discord with her. Not that +there is any discord in her matchless voice, but there is a vast amount +of wrangling as to her precise merits. Do you doubt this? Then come +with me in my light Fourth Avenue car, while the stars are bright and +the sky is blue, (this is an adaptation of a once popular love-song by +Dr. WATTS,) and we will go to Steinway Hall to hear the Improved +Swedish Nightingale, and feast our eyes on STRAKOSCH'S flowers.</p> + <p>We pass up the steep staircase—with many misgivings as to our +ankles, if we belong to the sex which considers the possession of those +anatomical features a fact to be carefully concealed, provided they are +not symmetrical. We pass the door-keeper, who, as is the custom of his +kind, frowns malignantly at us, and evidently asks himself—"How much +longer can I refrain from tearing up the tickets of these impudent +pleasure-seekers, and throwing the pieces in their infamously contented +countenances?" We gain the hall, and are sent to the inevitable "other +aisle," by the usher, (by the way, why is it that one always gets into +the wrong aisle, only to be ignominiously ordered to the opposite side +of the house?) and we finally turn various illegal occupants out of our +seats, and begin to fan ourselves in fervid anticipation of the coming +musical treat. A buzz of conversation is everywhere going on. Did any +one ever notice the curious fact that a middle-aged man and woman can +converse at a theatre or concert room without either one finding any +difficulty in hearing what the other says, while no young man can make +his accompanying young lady hear a single word unless his mouth is in +close proximity to her ear? This singular state of things is doubtless +due to the peculiar acoustical properties of public buildings. We +manage, however, to hear a good deal of both young and middle-aged +conversation, of the following improving type.</p> + <p>RURAL PERSON. "I've heard most everybody that's sung in our +Philadelphy opera house, and some of 'em are pretty hard to beat. +NILSSON may beat 'em, you know. Mind, now, I don't say she won't, but +she's got a mighty hard row to hoe."</p> + <p>CRITIC. <i>(Who sent for seats for his eight sisters and +their friends—but who did not get them.)</i> "There comes the +Scandinavian Society—fifty Irishmen at fifty cents a head. Did you see +the flowers piled up in the lobby? MAX paid seven hundred dollars for +the lot."</p> + <p>YOUNG MAN. "Dearest! I wish you wouldn't look at that fellow +across the way. You know how your own darling loves you, and—"</p> + <p>YOUNG LADY. "Hush! Don't bother. Here comes VIEUXTEMPS."</p> + <p>VIEUXTEMPS plays, and the audience listens with the air of +people who are dreadfully bored, but are afraid to show it. He +disappears with an amount of applause carefully graduated so as to +express enthusiasm without the desire for hearing him again. The Rural +Person remarks that "he doesn't think much of fiddlers anyhow. Give him +a trombone, or a banjo, for his money."</p> + <p>MR. WEHLI then trifles with the piano. Him, too, the audience +politely endure, but plainly do not appreciate. They have come to hear +NILSSON, and feel outraged at having to hear anybody else. A cornet +solo by the Angel GABRIEL himself would be secretly regarded as +undoubtedly artistic, but certainly a little out of place.</p> + <p>CHORUS OF RIVAL PIANO-MAKERS. "What a wretched instrument that +poor fellow is made to play upon. Nobody can produce any effect on a +STEINWAY piano. It's good for nothing but for boarding-school practice."</p> + <p>CRITIC, (who knows Mr. STEINWAY.) "Anybody can please people +by playing on a STEINWAY. I defy WEHLI or any other man to play badly +on such a superb instrument as that."</p> + <p>YOUNG MAN. "Dearest! Do you remember the day when you gave me +one of your hair-pins? I have worn it next my—"</p> + <p>YOUNG LADY. "Oh, don't bother. NILSSON is just going to sing."</p> + <p>And she does sing, with that voice so matchless in its perfect +purity, that even the disappointed critic grows uneasy as he tries in +vain to find some reasonable fault with it. She ceases, and amid wild +cheers from the paying part of the audience, silent approval from the +deadheads, and shouts of "Hooroo!" and "Begorra!" from the Scandinavian +Society, MAX'S flowers are brought in solemn procession up the aisle, +and laid at the feet of the Improved Nightingale.</p> + <p>CRITIC. "Those flowers will just be taken out of the back +door, and brought in again to be used the second time. There's a +hand-cart waiting for them now, at the Fifteenth Street entrance."</p> + <p>SIX PRIME DONNE, <i>(who were not asked to sing at the +NILSSON concerts.)</i> "Well, did you ever hear 'Angels Ever Bright' +sung in a more atrocious style? If that is NILSSON's idea of +expression, the sooner she leaves the stage to artists, the better."</p> + <p>CYNICAL OLD MUSICIAN. "Bah! NILSSON infuses religious +sentiment into her singing, and these envious creatures don't know what +religious sentiment is, so they think she is all wrong. If she had sung +HANDEL with a smile, and a coquettish tossing of her head, they would +still have hated her, but they would not have ventured to call her +"inartistic.""</p> + <p>YOUNG MAN. "Darling! I had rather hear your sweet voice, than +listen to NILSSON or a choir of angels for the rest of my—"</p> + <p>YOUNG LADY. "CHARLES, you will drive me wild, with your +intolerable spooniness. I'll never come out with you again. See how the +SMITH girls are looking at you."</p> + <p>RURAL PERSON. "—So I says to the usher, 'If you think I'm a +countryman who don't know what's what, you're everlastingly sold.' 'I'm +from Philadelphy,' says I, 'and we've got singers there that can knock +spots out of your NILLOGGS and KELSONS and the rest of 'em.' So he +just—"</p> + <p>RIVAL MANAGER. "My tear fellow, you shust mind dis. MAX vill +lose all his monish. NILSSON can't sing, my tear! She vanted me to +encage her a year ago, but I vouldn't do it. Dere ish no monish in her, +now you mind vot I says."</p> + <p>DISTINGUISHED TEACHER. "You call her an artist! Why, look +here, if one of my scholars were to phrase as wretchedly as she does, +I'd never show my face in public again. Her voice is so-so, but her +school is simply infamous."</p> + <p>CELEBRATED TEACHER. "Well, I don't mind saying that I never +heard her equal in point of quality of voice. She gives you pure tone, +which is what hardly any other singer does."</p> + <p>NINE TENTHS OF THE AUDIENCE. "She is perfectly lovely. There +never was anybody like her."</p> + <p>CONNOISSEUR, <i>(who really does know something about music, +but who actually has no prejudices.)</i> "Her voice is such a one as +MARGARET must have had when she sang by her spinning-wheel, before fate +threw her in the way of FAUST. And these professional musicians will +tear her reputation to pieces among themselves! Why should musical +people be, of all others, most fond of discord?"</p> + <p>CRITIC. "There! those fools are determined to make her sing +again. I can't stand this. I'll see MAX once more, and if he don't do +the right thing, I'll say that NILSSON was played out in Europe before +she came here, and that she is a complete failure."</p> + <p>YOUNG MAN, "Sweetest! may I ask you one question?"</p> + <p>YOUNG LADY. "No, you shan't. Will you keep quiet? Everybody is +looking at you."</p> + <p>EVERYBODY. "Sh! sh! sh!"</p> + <p>NILSSON sings again. As her delicious notes die out in the +thunder of applause, I make my way out of the Hall, into the clear and +silent night. For not even the witchery of VIEUXTEMPS'S violin is fit +to mate in memory with the peerless tones of NILSSON.</p> + <p>Here I meant to do some fine writing, but as this is +PUNCHINELLO, and not the "Easy Chair" of Harper's Magazine, I conquer +the temptation. Wherefore I accept the gratitude of my readers, and +sign myself</p> + <p>MATADOR.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>Congestion at "The Sun."</b></p> + <p>PUNCHINELLO is pained to know that the circulation of his +bewitching contemporary, <i>The Sun</i>, is daily growing more and +more languid. Paralysis has set in, and the patient but seldom has the +energy to dictate the daily bulletin giving the state of his +circulation.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>Only a Suggestion.</b></p> + <p>It will be bad enough for the Prussian Cavalrymen to water +their horses in the Seine, but if they go to driving their stakes in +the Bois de Boulogne, won't the Parisians think it looks a little like +running things into the ground?</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>OUR MASTERS OF ART.</b></p> + <p>MR. PUNCHINELLO: The knights of the pencil and easel, having +returned from their usual visits to their summer haunts, and having +exchanged the blue skies and grassy vales of Nature for the smoky +ceilings and dirty floors of Art, (I believe that is the proper way to +commence this kind of an article,) your correspondent has visited a +number of them, and has obtained authentic accounts of their present +occupations, and has also been permitted to make slight sketches of +some of their principal works.</p> + <p>BIERSTADT, as usual, is painting Yos. Having entirely +exhausted the Yo Semite, he is now at work on a grand picture of a +Southdown Ewe, and will soon commence a view of his studio,—at sunrise. +He well deserves his title of the Yeoman of Art.</p> + <p>JAMES HAMILTON, of Philadelphia, is painting a sunset. It may +not be generally known, but it is a fact, that he paints the sun every +time it sets. The following sketch will give a good idea of his next +great picture. The nails are inserted in the sun to keep it from going +down any further, and spoiling the scene.</p> + <center> <img src="images/38a.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <p>WILLIAM T. RICHARDS, of the same city, is hard at work on a +picture which is intended to represent, to the life, water in motion; a +specialty which he has lately adopted. It is entitled "A Scene on the +Barbary Coast; Water in Motion, Steamer in the Distance." The subjoined +sketch represents the general plan of the picture.</p> + <center> <img src="images/38b.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <p>Still another Philadelphia artist, Mr. ROTHERMEL, is very busy +at a great work. He is putting the finishing-touches to his vast +painting of the Battle of Gettysburg. On this enormous canvas may be +seen correct likenesses of all the principal generals, colonels, +captains, majors, first and second lieutenants, sergeant-majors, +sergeants, corporals and high privates who were engaged in that battle; +and by the consummate skill of the artist, each one of them, to the +great gratification of himself and his family, is placed prominently in +the foreground. Such distinguished success should meet appropriate +reward, and it is now rumored that the artist will soon be commissioned +by Congress to paint for the Rotunda of the Capitol a grand picture of +our late civil war, with all the incidents of that struggle, upon one +canvas.</p> + <p>Of the artists who affect the "shaded wood," we learn that Mr. +HENNESSY, now absent in Europe, is drawing another "Booth." Whether +this is intended particularly for "Every Saturday," I cannot say, but I +suppose it will answer for any other week-day. At any rate, here is his +last "Booth."</p> + <center> <img src="images/38c.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <p>NAST is at work on a series of sarcastic pictures illustrating +the miseries of France. Most of them show how LOUIS NAPOLEON ought to +finish up his career and dynasty. In fact, should this gifted artist +ever travel among Bonapartists, he will certainly be hunted down in an +astounding manner, and the populace, adopting American customs, will +probably congregate to see him astride a rail. Two of his smaller +studies are very interesting. One of them, called "An Astray," is +simply a ray of black light; and another, intended for the +contemplation of persons who desire light and airy pictures, is simply +a portrait of himself, entitled "A Nasturtium."</p> + <p>The well-known Miss EDMONIA LEWIS has been exhibiting her +statue of "HAGAR," in Chicago. As HAGAR was the first woman who +suffered anything like divorce, Chicago is a capital place for her +statue, and Miss LEWIS evidently knows what she is about. Her name +reminds me that our great landscapist, LEWIS, is at work on a picture +which he calls "A Scene in France after a Reign." This little sketch +will give an idea of the painting.</p> + <center> <img src="images/38d.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <p>Most of our other artists are also worthily engaged, but time, +(I believe that is the regular way to end an article of this kind) will +not permit present mention of them.</p> + <p>EFARES.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">HAM AND EGGS.</p> + <p>War always brings with it its signs and portents. A hen +somewhere in Virginia, according to a local paper, has lately produced +an egg on the white of which the word "War" was plainly written in +black letters. Now, when we consider that the career of LOUIS NAPOLEON +was more or less influenced by Ham, there is something very significant +in the advent of this providential egg; nor should we be surprised to +learn, ere long, that the same hen had laid another egg, this time with +a Prussian yolk.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>Eheu! Strasbourg.</b></p> + <p>Reading an old traveller's description of the famous Cathedral +of Strasbourg, we note that he dwells particularly on its "fretted +windows."</p> + <p>Ah! yes. They have much to fret about, now, have these old +windows; and that makes us think whether the <i>larmiers</i> of the +roof over them do not run real tears.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>"Lo" Cunning.</b></p> + <p>The cunning of the red Indian of the Plains.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>PETTICOAT GOVERNMENT.</b></p> + <p>A gaunt, tall, spectacled creature, gender feminine, number +singular, person first, case always possessive, that's the standard +bearer; a broomstick from the top of which floats a petticoat, that's +the standard. Under that standard march in the U.S. at least 20,000,000 +feminines, and—horrible to relate—gal children are on the increase.</p> + <p>Certainly the devil must have invented petticoats. After EVE +had finished up that little apple job, she went into the petticoat +business, and—hence all our tears. Instantly petticoat government +became a possibility. Then, as her daughters became wiser, they +invented the weeping business, the swooning business, and the curtain +lecture business; they went for our pocket-books and they got them, and +petticoat government became a probability. Not satisfied with the +pocket-books, they are now going for the business by means of which we +fill the books, and oh, what a hankering they have for public pap! They +stick to the curtain lecture business, but now they do it before the +curtain. Alas, petticoat government is now a certainty!</p> + <p>It's all very well for you to talk about the grandeur of the +governments of BOADICEA, and ELIZABETH and CATHERINE, but I don't +believe that BOA, or LIZZY, or KATE would have been very nice as a +companion, if she and you were sitting before the fire, and she wanted +stamps and was going for them as a matter of business. Besides, there +was only one of them at a time, and they didn't trouble common people +much, but in this enlightened nineteenth century I have seen a poor, +miserable, six foot dry-goods clerk turned out of a retail store by a +strapping little female, who couldn't jump a counter worth shucks. I +have seen him in his misery industriously study "What I Know About +Farming," squat on a farm in the West, and bring himself, his wife, and +four miserable offshoots to the alms-house by endeavoring to apply the +rules set down in "What I Know About Farming" to 160 acres of land. I +have seen the poor, half-paid type-setters strike for their altars, +their sires, and more wages, and I have seen a troop of petticoats, +with gal children inside them, trot into the type-setter's place, so +that the miserable compositors were compelled to return and starve on +four or five dollars a day. That's petticoat government with a +vengeance. Putting your nose to the grindstone isn't nice at any time, +but it's awful when the gal children turn.</p> + <p>But that is only the beginning. They have struck for bigger +things. In the expressive language of the immortal JOHNNY MILTON, they +are going for the whole hog. They want to vote; some of them have been +caught repeating already; they want to sit on juries, and they want to +go to Congress. Heaven forbid that any of them should ever reach the +House of Representatives! Imagine the size of the <i>Congressional +Globe</i> if we should send women there! Why, there would be as great a +dearth of paper in Washington as there is now in Paris. They want to +shave you, dress you, doctor you into your coffins, preach a funeral +discourse over your remains, and then take your will into the +Surrogate's Court and fight over the little property they have left you.</p> + <p>They say all this means that they are our equals, and intend +to show it. Listen. In a town some hundreds of miles distant there is a +law firm whose sign reads thus:</p> + <center> MRS. SMITH <i>and husband</i>. </center> + <br> + <br> + <p>Shades of our forefathers! Ghost of BLUEBEARD! Spirit of HENRY +VIII! can this thing be? Imagine old LABAN'S daughter starting in +business, and hanging out a sign something like this:</p> + <center> MRS. JACOB <i>and husband,</i><br> + <i>Having large orders from the West</i>,<br> +SOLICIT CUSTOM.<br> +N.B.—Gentlemen attended to by Mr. JACOB.<br> + <i>The Original Mrs</i>. JACOB. </center> + <p>Don't you suppose that JACOB, if he had found that sign over +his doorstep, would have raised a row, and if he had been overcome, +don't you suppose he would have wondered what he served those seven +years for?</p> + <p>Oh, young man, sitting by the side of that dainty damsel, +looking so spoonily into her deep blue eyes, playing so daintily with +her golden curls, sucking honey so frequently from her ruby lips, +beware! <i>beware!</i> BEWARE! Remember, when she wants stamps, you +can't put her off as your pa did your ma. You can't say, "Business is +awful dull," because she'll do the business, and make you her +book-keeper or porter or something of that sort</p> + <p>Petticoat government is all very well for those who like it. +Some men go through life playing a sort of insane tag, in which, first +their mothers' petticoats, and then their wives', are hunk, and they +never leave hunk. As for me, give me trouser government, or give me a +first class funeral procession with me for the corpse.</p> + <p>Brethren, listen! Give me your ears! (the big ones first.) +This thing must be stopped <i>now</i>. Let us form an association for +the suppression of women, or a society for the prevention of cruelty to +men. There is but one way to cure this thing. Far out on the Western +prairies dwells the only sensible man on this continent. In the city +ruled by him a man may come home as tired as gin can make him, and his +wife opens not her mouth; he may jump over as many counters as he +pleases, and none of his wives will desire to go and do likewise. There +she is the weaker vessel, and it takes so many of her to equal one man, +that she is kept in a proper state of subjection. That's the secret; +marry her a good deal. The old maids are the ones who start the rows. +Let them all be married to some one man of a peaceable, loving, quiet +disposition—say WENDELL PHILLIPS. Let the President, if necessary, +issue his proclamation making the United States one vast Utah, and let +us all be Young.</p> + <p>LOT.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>RAMBLINGS.</b></p> + <p>BY MOSE SKINNER.</p> + <p>MR. PUNCHINELLO: If I should tell you that I particularly +excelled in writing verses you'd hardly believe me. But such is the +fact. I've sent poem after poem to all the first-class magazines in the +country, which, if they'd been published, would have enabled me to pay +my debts, and start new accounts from Maine to Georgia. But they've +never been published—and why? It's jealousy. A child with half an eye +can see that. Those boss poets who get the big salaries, probably see +my verses, and pay the publishers a big price not to print 'em.</p> + <p>How little the public know of the inside workings of these +things!</p> + <p>I'm disgusted with this trickery, and am going to shut right +down on the whole thing. Oh! they may howl, but not another line do +they get!</p> + <p>I'm going into the song business. That's something that isn't +overdone. I composed a perfect little gem lately. It is called "Lines +on the death of a child." I chose this subject because it is +comparatively new. A few have attempted it, but they betray a crudeness +and lack of pathos painful to witness.</p> + <p>Whether I have supplied that deficiency or not is for the +public, not me, to judge. But if the public, or any other man, be he +male or female, thinks that by ribaldry and derision I can be induced +to publish the whole of this work before it's copyrighted, they're +mistaken. The salt that's going on the tail of this particular fowl +ain't ripe yet.</p> + <p>It's going to be set to music and it'll probably hatch a song. +I called on a publisher last week about it.</p> + <p>"Don't you think," said I, "that it'll take 'em by storm?"</p> + <p>"Worse than that," he replied. "It's a reg'lar <i>line</i> +gale."</p> + <p>I knew he'd be enthusiastic about it.</p> + <p>He said he hadn't got any notes in, that would fit it just +then, but be expected a lot in the next steamer, and I could have my +choice. He was very polite, and I thanked him kindly.</p> + <p>Jealous as I am of my reputation, I am willing to stake it on +this poem. A man don't collect the obituary notices of one hundred +infants and boil 'em down over a slow fire without something to be +proud of, you know.</p> + <p>Here is a sample of it:</p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">LINES +ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD.</span><br> + <br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">"Tell me, dear mother,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hast the swallows homeward flode</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When the clock strikes nine?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Does our WILLIE'S spirit roam</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.75em;">In that home</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Beyond the skies,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Along with LIZE?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Say, mother</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Say—"</span> </div> + <p>The other verses are, if anything, better than this. If you +are anxious to publish this poem entire, why not leave out the pictures +and all the reading matter from PUNCHINELLO for two weeks, and show the +public what genius, brains, and ability can accomplish, unaided? If you +publish it in detachments, it weakens it, you see. If the verses can't +lean against each other, they pine away immediately.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <center> <img src="images/40.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>THE YOUNG DEMOC TRYING TO PUT THE BIG SACHEM'S PIPE OUT.</b></p> + <p><i>Big Sachem</i>. "SAY, YOUNG MAN, AIN'T YOU AFRAID YOU'LL +BURN YOUR BREECHES?"</p> + </center> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">SARSFIELD YOUNG HAS HIS HEAD +EXAMINED.</p> + <p>DEAR PUNCHINELLO:—The last time I visited a barber's shop I +wanted my hair trimmed. Being in somewhat of a hurry for the train, I +told the proprietor to cut it short. As a matter of course, I was left. +As for my hair, there was precious little of that left, though. Science +was too much for it. A hand-glass, brought to bear upon a mirror, +opened up a perspective of pretty much all the back country belonging +to my skull, that is seldom equalled outside the State Prison or the +Prize Ring.</p> + <p>I was indignant. I was so mad that my hair stood on +end—voluntarily. The barber talked soothingly of making a discount on +the bill; and I, looking at it in a strictly diplomatic light, +gradually permitted myself to grow calmer. He went further, and did the +handsome thing by me—as if it wasn't enough to cut under his price! A +phrenologist by profession, so he said, he had resorted to barbering +simply for amusement, and under the circumstances he would give me a +professional sitting gratuitously.</p> + <p>It has always been a cherished ambition with me to have my +head surveyed and staked out scientifically; SO I told him at once he +might take it and look it over.</p> + <p>"My friend," said I, as I gracefully described an imaginary +aureole about my brain factory, "you abolish the poll-tax. I grant you +full leave to explore."</p> + <p>This was the first time I ever had my head examined. The whole +of me, it is true, was once examined before a Trial Justice; but as +that was years ago, and it was "the other boy" that was to blame, I +refrain from incorporating the details into the history of our country.</p> + <p>It occurred to me that old Scissors couldn't have been much of +a scholar; at all events he breathed very hard for an educated man, and +he had a rough, muscular way of moving his fingers about my upper +story, that made those regions ache every time he touched them. You may +fancy my feelings. I certainly didn't fancy <i>his</i>.</p> + <p>For the benefit of those who come after us, (I don't refer to +Sheriffs and Constables, so much as I do to posterity,) I append a few +results of the gentleman's vigorous researches.</p> + <span style="margin-left: 1.75em;">* +* *</span><br> + <p>"There's a great deal of surface here; in fact, everybody that +is acquainted with this head must be struck at once with its +superficial contents."</p> + <p>"Thickness—obvious. Great breadth between the ears, indicating +longevity. You will never die of teething, or cholera infantum; nor is +it likely you will ever become a murderess.</p> + <p>"Forehead, large and imposing; that is, it might impose on +people who don't know you.</p> + <p>"Your intellect may be pronounced massive, dropsical, in fact. +You have brilliant talents, but your bump of cash payments is +remarkably small.</p> + <p>"Locality, 20 to 30. You are always somewhere, or just going +there. Eventuality, 18 carat fine; absorption, 99 per cent. This means +you will eventually absorb a good deal of borrowed money.</p> + <p>"I find here acquisitiveness and secretiveness enough to stock +an entire Board of Aldermen and a Congressional Committee."</p> + <p>"Ambition, combativeness, and destructiveness are all on a +colossal scale. Happily they are balanced by gigantic caution, else you +would be in imminent danger of subverting the liberties of your country.</p> + <p>"If I owned that sanguine temperament of yours, I should +proceed at once to marry into President GRANT'S family, and take some +foreign mission.</p> + <p>"You're a good feeder. Alimentiveness and order well +developed. No man better fitted to order a waiter around. From the +immature condition of your organ of benevolence, I shouldn't care, +however, to be the waiter.</p> + <p>"Self esteem doesn't seem to have been kept back by the +drought.</p> + <p>"Ideality, I discover from the depression in the S. W. corner, +is missing. Nature beautifully compensates this loss by making language +very full—more words than ideas. In profane language, I dare say, now, +you are particularly gifted.</p> + <p>"In one respect your head resembles that of the Father of His +Country. It lacks adhesiveness. So does GEORGE'S—on the postage stamps.</p> + <p>"Unlike most subjects, your organ of firmness is not confined +to any one spot, but is spread over the entire skull. This phenomenon +is due to your being what we technically call 'mule-headed'—a fine +specimen which—"</p> + <p>"Excuse me," said I, unwilling any longer to impose on his +good nature, "I feel I must make sure of that other train, so I will +just trouble you for that organ of firmness and the rest of them. I +never travel without them." Then, hurrying all my phrenology into my +hat, I started down the street.</p> + <p>I wonder he didn't say something about my memory's being below +par—somehow I quite forgot to pay him for shaving me.</p> + <p>Yours, without recourse,</p> + <p>SARSFIELD YOUNG.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <center> <img src="images/41.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>VERY "HARD CIDER."</b></p> + <p>THE PIPPINS OF THE JOHN REAL DEMOCRACY, (MESSRS. MORRISSEY, +O'BRIEN, AND FOX,) GETTING THEIR LAST SQUEEZE FROM GOVERNOR HOFFMAN.</p> + </center> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>HIRAM GREEN IN GOTHAM.</b></p> + <p><b>He Strays among Sharpers, and "Sees the Elephant."</b></p> + <p>There's many things in the big city which pleases me, and +causes us <i>all</i> to feel hily tickled over our success as a +Republic.</p> + <p>At the present writin', many furrin' nations would give all +their old butes and shoes if, like us, they could throw their roolers +overboard every 4 years, and have a new deel.</p> + <p>Our institutions are, many of 'em, sound: altho' I've +diskivered to my sorrer, that some of the inhabitants of New York are +about as puselanermus a set of dead-beats which ever stood up.</p> + <p>While sojernin' here, my distinguished looks kicked up quite a +sensation wherever I put in an appearance. On one occasion, a man +stepped up to me who thought I was a banker, and richer than Creosote, +and wanted me to change a $100 bill. I diden't do it. Not much. No, +sir-ee!—they coulden't fool the old man on that ancient dodge.</p> + <p>But, friend PUNCHINELLO, to my disgust and shagrin', I must +acknolidge the corn, and say, I hain't quite so soon as I allers give +myself credit for bein', as the sekel of this letter will show.</p> + <p>Last Saturday P.M. I was a sailin' down Dye Street with my +bloo cotton umbreller under my arm, feelin' all so fine and so gay.</p> + <p>When near the corner of West Street I turned around just in +time to see a ragged boy pick up a pocket-book.</p> + <p>As the afoursaid boy started to run off, a well dressed +lookin' man ketched him by the cote coller.</p> + <p>"What in thunder are you about?" says the boy.</p> + <p>"That pocket-book belongs to this old gentleman," said the +man, pintin' to me. "I saw him drop it."</p> + <p>"No it don't, nether," said the boy, tryin' to break away, +"and I want yer to let go my cote coller."</p> + <p>The infatuated youth then tried his level best to jerk away, +while his capturer yanked and cuffed him, ontil the boy sot up a cryin'.</p> + <p>I notissed as the youth turned around that he partly opened +the wallet, which was chock full of greenbax.</p> + <p>A thought suddenly struck me. That 'ere boy looked as if he +was depraved enuff to steel the shoe-strings off'n the end of a +Chinaman's cue, so the Monongohalian's hair woulden't stay braided.</p> + <p>Thinks I, if the young raskel should keep that pocket-book, +like as not he mite buy a fashinable soot of close and enter on a new +career of crime, and finally fetch up as a ward polertician.</p> + <p>I must confess, that as I beheld that wallet full of bills, my +mouth did water rather freely, and I made up my mind, if wuss come to +wusser, I would not allow too much <i>temptashun</i> to get in that +boy's way. The man turned to me and says:</p> + <p>"Stranger, this is your pocket-book, for I'le swear I saw you +drop it."</p> + <p>What could a poor helpless old man like me do in euch a case, +Mister PUNCHINELLO? That man was willin' to sware that I dropped it, +and I larnt enuff about law, when I was Gustise of the Peece, to know I +coulden't swear I diden't drop it, and any court would decide agin me; +at the same time my hands itched to get holt of the well filled wallet.</p> + <p>I trembled all over for fear a policeman, who was standin' on +the opposite corner, mite come over and stick in his lip.</p> + <p>But no! like the wooden injuns before cigar stores, armed with +a tommyhawk and scalpin' knife, these city petroleums, bein' rather +slippery chaps, hain't half so savage as they look.</p> + <p>When the boy heerd the man say I owned the pocket-book he +caved in, and began to blubber. Said he, whimperin':</p> + <p> "Well—I—want—a—re—ward—for—findin' the—pocket-bo—hoo—ok."</p> + <p>The well dressed individual, still holdin' onto the boy, then +said to me:</p> + <p>"My friend, I'me a merchant, doin' bizziness on Broadway, at +4-11-44. You've had a narrer escape from losin' your pocket-book. Give +this rash youth $50, to encourage him in bein' honest in the futer, and +a glorious reward awaits you. Look at me, sir!" said he, vehemently; +"the turnin' pint of my life was similar to this depraved youth's; but, +sir! a reward from a good lookin', beneverlent old gent like you, made +a man of me, and to-day I'me President of a Society for the <i>Penny-Ante</i> +corruption of good morrils,' and there hain't a judge in the city who +wouldn't give me a home for the pleasure of my company."</p> + <p>Such a man, I knew, woulden't lie about seein' me drop that +pocket-book. I took another look at the Guardian (?) of the public +peace, morrils, etc., who, when he was on his <i>Beat</i>, haden't the +least objection to anybody else bein' on <i>their beat</i>. He wasen't +lookin' our way, but was star-gazin', seein' if the sines was rite for +him to go and take another drink.</p> + <p>"You are sure you saw me drop this wallet?" said I, addressin' +the President of the Penny-antee Society.</p> + <p>"I'le take my affidavy on it," said he.</p> + <p>I pulled out $50 and handed it to the boy, who handed me the +pocket-book.</p> + <p>"Mrs. GREEN! Mrs. GREEN!" soliloquised I, as I walked away, +feelin' as rich as if I held a good fat goverment offis, "if you could +only see your old man now, methinks you'd feel sorry that you hid all +of his close one mornin' last spring, so he coulden't go and attend a +barn raisin'. Yes, madam, your talented husband has struck ile."</p> + <p>I stepped in a stairway to count my little fortin. I was very +much agitated. The wallet was soon opened; when—</p> + <p>"Ye ministers fallen from grace, defend us!" was the first +exclamation which bust 4th from my lips; for I hope to be +flambusticated if I hadn't gone and paid $50 for a lot of brown paper, +rapt up into patent medesin advertisements, printed like greenbax.</p> + <p>For a few minnits I was crazier than a loon.</p> + <p>I rusht madly into the street, runnin' into an old apple +woman, nockin' her "gally west."</p> + <p>I quickly jumped to my feet and begun hollerin':</p> + <p>"Murder! Thieves! Robbers!"</p> + <p>The Policemen scattered, while a crowd of ragged urchins +colected about me. "My youthful vagabones," roared I, as loud as I +could scream, "bring along your stuffed wallets. The market price of +brown paper is $50 an ounce on call.—If you are lookin' for a +greenhorn, I'me your man."</p> + <p>I then broke my umbreller over a lamp-post, and button-hold a +passer by, offerin him a $100 if he'd send me to a loonatic asilum.</p> + <p>Seein' a sine on the opposite corner which read: "Weigher's +Office," I rusht wildly in, and said to a man:</p> + <p>"Captin, I've been <i>litened</i>. If you've got such a thing +as a pair of apothecary's scales about your premises, dump me on and +give me the figgers."</p> + <p>I then tried to jump through a winder, but the man caught me +by the cote tails, and haulin' me back, sot me down into a cheer.</p> + <p>I soon got cooled down, when I told the man how I'de been +swindled, and asked him what I had better do.</p> + <p>"Do?" said he, laffin' as if heed bust. "My advice is, for you +to take the next train for your home, and then charge your loss to the +acc't of seein' the elefant."</p> + <p>It hain't often I git took in, but that time I was swallered, +specturcals, white hat and all, as slick as if I'de been buttered all +over.</p> + <p>I don't intend to let Mrs. GREEN know anything about this +little adventoor, but just as like as not, some day when I hain't +thinking she will worm it out of me, when Mariar will no doubt say:</p> + <p>"Sarved you rite, you old ignoramus; that's what you git for +stoppin' takin' the weekly noosepapers, because they won't print the +darned nonsents you set up to rite, when you orter be to bed and +asleep."</p> + <p>Ewers, lite as a fether,</p> + <p>HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,</p> + <p><i>Lait Gustise of the Peece.</i></p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> <br> + <p><b>A Serious Complication.</b></p> + <p>The English language is a "mighty onsartin" one. Here, now, in +a magazine sketch, we find it stated that one of the characters of the +story was "as rich as CROESUS, and a good fellow to boot." +Vernacularly, this is correct; and yet so equivocal is it that it +puzzles one to think why the acquisition of wealth should subject the +holder of it to the liability of being kicked.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>Enough Said.</b></p> + <p>"Modern physiologists," said the Doctor, "have arrived at the +conclusion that man begins as a cell."</p> + <p>"And what about woman?" returned the Scalper, "doesn't she +begin as a sell, continue as a sell, and depart as a sell?"</p> + <p>"She does," replied the doctor.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>A Relative Question.</b></p> + <p>Would the marriage of a Daughter of a Canon to a Son of a Gun +come within the laws prohibiting marriage between relatives too nearly +connected?</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <center> <img src="images/44.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>THE (JOHN) REAL DEMOCRACY OF NEW YORK CITY.</b></p> + </center> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">A CRABBED HISTORY.</p> + <p>Most people have a peculiar fondness for crabs. A dainty +succulent soft shell crab, nicely cooked and well browned, tempts the +eye of the epicure and makes his mouth water. Even a hard shell is not +to be despised when no other is attainable. We eat them with great +gusto, thinking they are "so nice," without considering for a moment +that they have feelings and sentiments of their own, or are intended +for any other purpose than the gratification of our palate. But that is +a mistake which I will try to rectify in order that the <i>bon vivant</i> +may enjoy hereafter the pleasures of a mental and bodily feast +conjointly.</p> + <p>Most crabs are hatched from eggs, and begin life in a very +small way. They float round in the water, at first, without really +knowing what they are about. They have but little sense to start with, +but after a while improve and begin to strike out in a blind +instinctive way, which, after a few efforts, resolves itself into real +genuine swimming. They commence walking about the same time. Awkward +straggling steps, to be sure, but they get over the ground, and that is +the most they care for.</p> + <p>When they are about a month old they begin to feel that life +has its realities, and that they must do something towards the end for +which they were made. The thought is faint at first, but by degrees +grows weightier, till at last they can stand it no longer, and, making +a great effort to throw off the incubus of babyhood that weighs so +heavily upon them, they burst open the back door of their shell and +slowly creep out backwards. It takes about five minutes for them to get +entirely out, head, legs and all, and then for a moment or two they +gaze in stupefaction at their old shell, amazed to find that they have, +by their own efforts, unaided and alone, accomplished such a wonderful +change.</p> + <p>The thought is overwhelming. It fills them with pride; +rejoicingly they exult, and swell with gratification. This state of +self-gratulation lasts about twenty minutes, at the end of which time +they have increased their bulk to nearly double its former size, and +they remain so.</p> + <p>They can't get back into the old shell now, for it won't fit +them, and as there is no other for them to go into, the only thing left +for them to do is to build another house.</p> + <p>It takes three or four days before they get fairly to work, +and during this time they are called soft-shell crabs. This stage is +particularly dangerous to the delicate creatures, for they, in their +tender beauty, are so attractive to hungry fishes that it is really a +wonder any escape. Tender, helpless, innocent and beautiful, they are +almost sure to be victimized and gormandized.</p> + <p>Some, however, escape the fate intended for them, and in a few +days begin to enjoy life in a crabbed sort of a way. Another month +passes on. They become restless and uneasy, and feel that it won't do +to stay too long in one place. They think they had better make another +change, and so this time, in a more self-confident manner, they pack up +and move out at the back door again. They are no more provident now, +however, than they were at first, for, after having given up the old +house, they have no new one to move into. They are not troubled as we +are with house-hunting; they are good builders, and can make one to +suit themselves. A wise provision of nature, for these interesting +creatures are really obliged monthly to go out doors to grow.</p> + <p>This state is to them doubly dangerous. Mankind they always +have to fear, but now they are tempting to their own race. A wicked old +crab goes out for a stroll. The walk gives him an appetite; he looks +around for something to eat and spies a younger brother just moving. +Treacherously be plants himself behind a stone or shell, and watches +the process, chuckling in his inmost stomach over the dainty meal in +prospect. The youthful one has just got clear of his old home and its +restraints, and is delighting in his freedom, when up walks the +vampire, strikes him a blow on his defenceless head, knocks the life +out of him, and then sits down to a dinner of soft-shell crab. He is an +old sportsman, and enjoys exceedingly the meal gained by his own +prowess.</p> + <p>Dinner over, he wipes his claws on the muddy table-cloth and +walks out for his digestion. Off in the distance he spies a young +gentleman crab making love to a beautiful female. He looks at her with +a discriminating eye. Sees she is fair to look upon, and thinks he +would like to be acquainted. He makes several sideway moves in the +direction, ungraceful, but satisfactory to himself, and as he advances +his admiration increases, his courage improves; he feels almost heroic. +The observant lover with staring eyes perceives the advancing strides +of another gentleman crab, and instantly, seized with jealous fears, +clasps his <i>inamorata</i> to his shelly breast with his numerous +little legs, holds her tightly so that she can't fall, and walks off on +his hands.</p> + <p>The old cannibal observes the change of base, feels insulted +at the implied distrust, and resolves to have satisfaction. Increasing +his efforts, he soon overtakes the runaway lovers, challenges his rival +by giving him a dig with his claw, and tells him to "come out and show +himself a crab." Of course no crab of spirit is going to receive an +insult before his beloved and not resent it; with one painful quiver of +his little legs, he sets the lady crab down, and then the two amorous +lovers proceed to deadly combat. Love strengthens the young crab's +heart. Justice nerves his arm; and soon a lucky blow from the sharp +claw pierces in a vital part the hardened sinner, who, with a gulp, +gives up the contest and his life at once.</p> + <p>An exultant shout bubbles up in the water, and then the heroic +defender of crabbed maidenhood leads his beloved to view the remains of +this ravager of hard-shell rights.</p> + <p>They rejoice over the fallen adversary a while, and then, to +make their happiness more complete, and to prosper his wooing, the +victor invites his love to dine on the tender part of the victim.</p> + <p>The invitation is gladly accepted, and they enjoy a delicious +meal, rendered doubly tasteful from the fact that they are feasting on +an enemy.</p> + <p>The facts deduced from the above history prove that crabs have +tastes and feelings just as mankind have. They are gallant to their +females; never engage in combat with the weaker sex; fight and kill +each other when angry; love good eating, and are cannibalistic—which +last habit they may have learned from their ancestors of the Feejee +Islands.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>BAITED BREATH.</b>—That of the boy who had "wums fur bait" +in his mouth.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>OCTOBER JOTTINGS.</b></p> + <p><img src="images/45.jpg" align="left" alt="A">ttracted by the +dulcet strains of a brass band, a day or two since, PUNCHINELLO +ascended to the summit of the N.E. tower of his residence, looking from +which he beheld a target company all with crimson shirts ablaze +marching up the Bowery. Then, glancing over towards Long Island, he +observed that Nature was already assuming her russet robes, which +circumstance, combined with that of the target company, reminded him +that the shooting season had just commenced. A few hints to young +sportsmen, then, from so old a one as PUNCHINELLO, will not, be hopes, +be taken amiss—not even though, in shooting phrase, a miss is generally +as good as a mile.</p> + <p>Before taking the field, look well to your shooting-irons. +Fowling-pieces are far more apt to Get Foul while they are lying away +during the off season, than when they are taken out for a day's sport +by the fowlers.</p> + <p>On releasing your gun from its summer prison, always examine +it carefully, to ascertain whether it is loaded. This you can do by +looking down into the barrel and touching the trigger with your toe. If +your head is blown off, then you may be sure that the gun was loaded. +Otherwise not.</p> + <p>Should your gun be a breech-loader, always load it at the +muzzle. This will show that you know better than the man who made it, +or, at least, that he is no better than you.</p> + <p>If you are a novice in gunnery it will be safest for you to +put the shot in before the powder. By doing this you will not only +provide against possible accidents, but will secure for yourself the +reputation of being a very safe man to go out shooting with.</p> + <p>When you go out with your gun, always dress in a shootable +costume. For instance, if you want to bag lots of Dead Rabbits, TWEED +will be the best stuff you can wear—especially about November 8th, on +which day you will be certain to find Some Quail about the polling +places. (N.B. They are beginning to quail already.)</p> + <p>The best time to acquire the art of shooting flying is fly +time. Always carry a whiskey flask about you, so that you can practice +at Swallows.</p> + <p>When you hear the drum of the ruffed grouse, steal silently +through the thicket and let drive in the direction of the sound. Should +you bring down a target company instead of a ruffed grouse, so much the +better. It will only be bagging ruffs of another kind, and by silencing +their drums you will have conferred an obligation upon humanity.</p> + <p>There is much diversity of opinion regarding the best kind of +dog for fowling purposes. It all depends upon what work you want your +dog to do for you. If you want to have birds pointed, a pointer is best +for your purpose. If set, a setter. But if you want a dog that will go +in and kill without either pointing or setting, be sure that the Iron +Dog is the dog for your money. You can procure one of Staunch Blood by +application at Police Head-Quarters.</p> + <p>Before going out for a day's sport, resolve yourself into a +committee of one for the preservation of choice ornithological +specimens. By this we do not mean that you are to set up in business as +a taxidermist, but that you are bound—if a true sportsman—to protect +the song birds, and the birds that are useful in destroying noxious +vermin, and all the beautiful feathered creatures that ornament our +woods, and fields, and parks, from the depredations of the ignorant, +loutish, pestilent, pernicious pot-hunter. The Sportsmen's Clubs that +have been organized throughout the country should be supported by every +true sportsman; and if you lay a thick stick vigorously across the back +of the first fool you see about to kill Cock Robin, you will have +established a very efficacious Sportsman's Club of your own, and will +have earned the best regards of Mr. PUNCHINELLO to boot—by which he +means, if you choose, that you have his leave and license to boot the +fellow into the bargain.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;">MORE ABOUT CHIGNONS.</p> + <p>The chignon is coming to the front again. By this we do not +mean that it is worn, or likely to be worn before—in saying which the +word "before" is not used by us in its acceptation of previously, but +in that of front; although, now that we come to think of it, the <i>chignon</i> +certainly has been worn before, as may be seen by consulting +old-fashioned prints, in which it is shown worn behind. This, to the +ordinary mind, may seem rather confused; and so it is; but what else +could you expect from a writer when he has got <i>chignon</i> upon the +brain?</p> + <p>For newspapers the <i>chignon</i> is just now a teeming +subject. Every day or so somebody writes to a paper, saying that be has +discovered a new kind of parasite, hatched by the genial warmth of +woman's nape from some deleterious padding or other used in the +manufacture of her <i>chignon</i>. Sometimes it is vegetable stuff, +sometimes animal, but it always teems with pedicular creatures akin to +that low and vulgar kind not usually recognized in polite society. All +these horrors come and and don't make much difference in the <i>chignon</i> +market; but PUNCHINELLO has a new one that is calculated to create a +sensation—about the nape of the female neck—and here it is.</p> + <p>In the beech forests of Hungary, as is well known to Danubian +explorers, there exists a very remarkable breed of pigs, one of their +peculiarities being that they are covered with wool instead of with +bristles. These pigs are shorn regularly every year, like sheep. Their +wool, which is very stiff and curly, is used for stuffing cushions and +mattresses of the cheap and nasty kind. Since <i>chignons</i> have +come into fashion, a vast amount of pig's wool has been imported for +their manufacture. By microscopic investigation the wool of the Hungary +pig has been found swarming with <i>trichinae</i>; to a fearful +extent. Now, it is easy to imagine that the <i>trichinae</i> obtained +from a hungry pig must be of a very insatiable and ravenous +disposition, and this is but too often realized by the silly wearers of +the porcine <i>chignons</i>, into whose brains, (when they happen to +have any,) the horrible little parasites worm their way in myriads, +rendering their hapless victims pig-headed to an extent that defies +description either with pen or pencil.</p> + <p>The Pig-faced Woman exhibited some time ago in Europe was once +a very pretty girl, her hideous deformity being the result of wearing a + <i>chignon</i> stuffed with Hungary pigs' wool.</p> + <p>In purchasing a pig <i>chignon</i>, then, the Girl of the +Period had better look out that she does not get "too much pork for a +shilling."</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>MATCHING THE MATCHLESS.</b></p> + <p>Matchmaking has always been traditionally supposed to be the +chief end of woman. No wonder that, with the spread of the new theories +of woman's rights, therefore, we find them invading departments of +industry which were formerly supposed to be peculiarly the domain of +the stronger sex. We have recently seen running matches, swimming +matches, rowing matches, and other fancy matches, made by women. And +why not? The women are wise in thus preparing themselves for +proficiency in the arts of primary elections, ballot stuffing and the +rest, incidental to untrammelled suffrage.</p> + <p>In regard to this, also, it may not be amiss to suggest that +this passion for match-making lies at the bottom of the recent increase +in divorce, which so alarms some timid moralists. Certain it is that +easy divorce enlarges the opportunities for its gratification, and to +be "fancy" and "free" is no longer a charm peculiar only to "maiden +meditation."</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>HISTORY FACTORY.</b></p> + <p>Card to the Public.</p> + <p>The undersigned, having recently increased their facilities +for the manufacture of History upon an unusually large scale, would +hereby announce to their patrons and the public in general that they +have associated with them Messrs. VICTOR EMANUEL and General TROCHU.</p> + <p>LOUIS NAPOLEON,<br> +M. BISMARCK,<br> +WM. O'PRUSSIA,</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>Commercial.</b></p> + <p>A proof of the present great depression in the Whaling +business is the fact that the editor of the <i>Sun</i> still walks +about unflogged.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <center> <img src="images/46a.jpg" alt=""> + <p><b>HORSE-CAR AMENITIES.</b></p> + <p><i>Conductor</i>. "Wanted to get off, did you?—Then why in +thunder didn't you say so?"</p> + </center> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>THE CHOICE OF PARIS (IN AMERICA.)</b></p> + <div style="margin-left: 40px;"> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">One +drink, dear friend, before we part—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before I tempt the shining sea;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">One drink to pledge each constant +heart—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet stay, what shall the tipple +be?<br> + <br> + </span> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My eyes are dazed with +bar-room "signs"</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In which, I pray, shall +friendship conquer?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can alien I drink "native" wines?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are Jew-lips Christian tipple, <i>mon +coeur</i>?<br> + <br> + </span> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This "cobbler"—is't a +heeling drink?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A "smash" were surely +inauspicious;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Toute de-suite</i>, two +"sours"—yet I think</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ah! <i>qu'est-ce-qui c'est!</i>—acetate +is vicious!<br> + <br> + </span> <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Garçon!</i> +two "skins"—the name is 'cute---</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You Yankees "twig" the +pharmaceutical;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hold! art sure the +flay-vor'll suit?</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will it not smack too much of +cuticle?<br> + <br> + </span> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">No, boy, no "skins." +Let's try some beer,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A milder fluid for to-day;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ottawa bring us—<i>c'est à +dire</i>,</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Some beer that keeps the 'ot +away.<br> + <br> + </span> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">No? Well, some ale: in +limpid Bass</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We'll drown our thirst and +parting grief;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come drink—<i>arretez!</i> this <i>must</i> +pass—</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twould look too much like +bas-relief!<br> + <br> + </span> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hour arrives; our +lips are dry;</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What <i>shall</i> it be? Oh, +name it for me!</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <i>tasse</i> of gin? I drink +and fly</span><br> + <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To toss upon the ocean stormy.</span> + </div> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> <br> + <p><b>"NOTHING LIKE LEATHER."</b></p> + <p>Freedom of action is one of the greatest boons enjoyed by +mankind in modern days. Its rate of progress is encouraging, especially +since the Liberal Club of this city has taken it under its protection. +It is a very significant association, is the Liberal Club; rather +iconoclastic, to be sure, but only a little ahead of the times, +perhaps, in that respect; Some of our cherished forms of speech have +already been rendered obsolete by the Liberal Club. It used to be such +a clincher to say, when one wanted to enforce a point by indicating an +impossibility, "I will eat my boots unless"—etc., etc. That clincher +has gone to the place whither good clinchers go, forever. At a late +meeting of the Liberal Club, Professor VAN DER WEYDE contributed to the +evening collation a pudding made of an old boot. The pudding was +garnished with the wooden pegs that had kept the boot together, sole +and body, while it walked the earth. The boot-jack with which the +original source of the pudding used to be pulled off was also +exhibited, and excited great interest. It is the intention, of the +Professor to subject this implement to some process by which it will be +resolved into farina, or sawdust, and then to make a Jack Pudding of +it. Many of the ladies and gentlemen present partook of the boot +pudding, and pronounced it excellent. One lady, (a member of Sorosis, +we believe,) said that she thought it tasted like a pear. The Professor +assured her, however, that he had used but one boot in making it, not a +pair. Altogether, the pudding was a success. Freedom of action had been +vindicated, and the absurd prejudice that had hitherto prevented men +from utilizing their old boots as food, except in extreme cases, was +shattered with one blow.</p> + <hr style="width: 25%;"> + <p><b>PANOPLY FOR OUR POLICE.</b></p> + <p>PUNCHINELLO felicitates the Municipal Police Force on the +magnificent new shields with which the manly breasts of its members are +decorated. Nevertheless, PUNCHINELLO considers it sheer mockery to call +that a shield by which nothing is shielded. A buckle might as well be +called a buckler as the policeman's badge a shield. Already our noble +skirmishers of the side-walk are fully provided for the offensive, and, +considering the risks run by them from the roughs, the toughs and the +gruffs, it is high time that they were furnished with something in the +defensive line. Curb-chain undershirts have been suggested, but an +objection to their use is that links of them are apt to be carried into +the interior anatomy by pistol bullets, thus introducing a surplus of +iron into the blood,—an accession which is apt to steel the heart of +the officer thus experimented on, and so render him deaf to the cries +of innocence in distress. PUNCHINELLO suggests, then, that the +policeman's shield should <i>be</i> a shield. Let it be made +sufficiently large to cover the most vulnerable portion of the person, +as shown in the annexed design. If made of gong-metal, so much the +better, as the wearer could then ring out signals upon it with his +locust far more effectively than by the present ridiculous mode of +beating up rowdydow upon the flag-stones. Although our gallant +Municipal Blue is never backward in facing danger, yet it might be +judicious for him to wear a shield upon his back as well as upon his +front, because it is just possible that, in case of a row, his large, +heavy boots might be conveying him away in a direction diametrically +opposite to the spot at which the shooting was going on.</p> + <center> <img src="images/46b.jpg" alt=""> </center> + <br> + <hr style="width: 45%;"> <br> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<table + style="width: 800px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" + border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td style="text-align: center; width: 30%;"> + <p style="font-weight: bold;"><big><big>A. T. 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