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twg_000000042200 | don't chaw his words, I'll bust his gizzard." The farmers met at SIMMINSES store. After tryin' on the garment about steelin' wood, it was hard to decide who the coat fit the best, but each one made up his mind to pay off an old grudge and "pitch into the Lait Gustise." All the old mades met together in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042201 | village milliner shop, where the Sore-eye-siss society held meetin's once a week, and their false teeth trembled like a rattlesnake's tail, when they read my artickle about old mades. It was finally resolved by this anshient lot of caliker to "stir up old GREEN." Headed by SARY YOUMANS, the crossest old made in the U.S., and all armed with broom-sticks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042202 | and darnin'-needles, the door of my editorial offis was busted open, and the whole caboodle of wimmen, famishin' for my top hair, entered. They foamed at the mouth like a pack of dissappinted Orpheus--C--Kerrs, as they brandished their wepins over my bald head. "Squire GREEN," sed a maskaline lookin' specimen of time worn caliker, holdin' a copy of the _Fish | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042203 | Horn_ in her bony fingers, "did you rite that 'ere?" "Wall," sed I, feelin' somewhat riled at the sassy crowd, "s'posen I did or didn't, what on it?" "We are goin' to visit the wrath of a down-trodden rase upon your frontispiece, that's what we is, d'ye hear, old Pilgarlick?" said the exasperated 16th Amendmenter, as she brought down her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042204 | gingham umbrella over my shoulders. At this they all rushed for me. With paste-brush and shears I kept them off, until somebody pushed me over a woman who had got tripped up, when the army of infuriated Amazons piled onto my aged form. This round dident last more'n two minutes, for as soon as they got me down, they all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042205 | stuck their confounded needles into me, and then left me lookin' more like a porkupine than a human bein'. I hadent more'n had time to pull out a few quarts of needles, before in walks big strappin' farmers. "Old man, we've come for you," said one of 'em. "We'll larn you to slander honest fokes." At this he let fly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042206 | his rite bute at my cote skirts. I was home-sick, you can jest bet. Then t'other chap let me have it. "Down stairs with him," sed they both, and down I went, pooty lively for an old man. Just as I got to the bottom I lit on a man's head. It was Deekin PERKINS comein' to "bust my gizzard." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042207 | "Hevings and airth," sed the Deekin as he tumbled over in the entry way. I jumped behind a door, emejutly, and as the farmers proceeded to polish off the Deekin, I was willin' to forgive both of 'em, as the Deekin groaned and yelled. Yes siree! it was soothin' fun for me, to see them farmers welt the Deekin. Steelin' | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042208 | up stairs agin, I was brushin' off my clothes, when in walks EBENEZER. "Sawtel," said he, ceasin' me by the cote coller and shakin' me, "Ile larn you to rite about steelin' sugar; take that--and that," at which he let fly his bute, and down stairs I went agin--Eben urgin' me on with his bute.-- Suffice to say, the whole | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042209 | village called on me that day, and I was kicked down stairs times by the watch.--Hosswhipt by wimmen--besides bein' stuck full of needles by a lot more. I got so used to bein' kicked down stairs, that evry time a man come in the door, I would place my back towards him and sing out: "Kick away, my friend, I'm | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042210 | in the Editorial biziness to-day--to-morrow I go hents--there's rather too much exsitement runnin' a noosepaper, and I shall resine this evenin." When I got home that nite, I looked like an angel carryin' a palm-leaf fan in his hand, and clothed in purple and fine linen. My body was purpler than a huckleberry pie, and my linen was torn into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042211 | pieces finer than a postage-stamp. "Sarved you rite, you old fool," said Mrs. GREEN, as she stood rubbin' camfire onto me. "In ritin' noosepaper articles, editors orter name their man. A shoe which hain't bilt for anybody in particular, will get onto evrybody in general's foot. When it does, the bilder had better get ready for numerous bootin's, from that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042212 | self-same shoe." Between you and I, PUNCHINELLO, MARIAH is about / rite. Too-rally ewers. HIRAM: GREEN, ESQ., _Lait Gustise of the Peece._ * * * * * COMIC ZOOLOGY Order, Cetacea.--The Right (and wrong) Whale. The largest of the Cetacea is the Right whale, of which--so persistently is it hunted down--there will soon be but few Left. Some flippant jokist | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042213 | has remarked that there is no Wrong whale, but this is all Oily Gammon. There is a right and a wrong to everything--not excepting the leviathan of the deep. By the courtesy of the Fisheries, the planting of a harpoon in the vitals of a Right whale gives the planter a pre-emption claim to it. If subsequently appropriated by another | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042214 | party it becomes, so far as that party is concerned, the Wrong whale, and on Trying the case its value may be recovered in a court of law,--with Whaling costs. The sperm whale, or cachalot, (genus _physeter_) is a rare visitor in the higher latitudes. Now and then a solitary specimen is taken in the Northern Atlantic, but the best | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042215 | place to catch a lot is on the Pacific coast. It may be mentioned incidentally, as a curious meteorological coincidence, that Whales and Waterspouts are invariably seen together, and hence it was, (perhaps,) that the long-necked cloud pointed out by HAMLET to POLONIUS, reminded that old Grampus of a Whale. The favorite food of the great marine mammal of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042216 | Pacific is the Squid, and as this little creature swarms in the vicinity of Hawaii, the cachalot instinctively goes there at certain seasons to chew its Squid by way of a Sandwich. Although the capture of the whale involves an immense amount of Paying Out before anything can be realized, it has probably always been a lucrative pursuit. The great | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042217 | fish seems, however, to have yielded the greatest Prophet in the days of JONAH. No man since then has enjoyed the same facilities for forming a true estimate of the value of the monster, that were vouchsafed to that singular man. Perhaps during his visit to Nineveh he entertained the Ninnies with a learned lecture on the subject, but if | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042218 | so, it has not turned up to reward the research of modern Archaeologists. LAYARD found the word JONAH inscribed among the ruins of the old Assyrian city, but the name of the ancient mariner was unaccompanied by any mention of the whale. All the whale family, though apparently phlegmatic, are somewhat given to Blowing up, and, when about to die, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042219 | instead of taking the matter coolly and philosophically, they are always terribly Flurried. In fact, the whale, when in _articulo mortis_, makes a more tremendous rumpus about its latter end than any other animal either of the sea or land. The Right whale, though many people make Light of it, is unquestionably the heaviest of living creatures. Scales never contained | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042220 | anything so ponderous. But while conceding to Leviathan the proud title of Monarch of the Deep, it should be remarked that it has a rival on the land, known as Old King Coal, that completely takes the Shine out of it. * * * * * THE WATERING PLACES. Punchinello's Vacations. At Newport, one cannot fail to perceive a certain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042221 | atmosphere of blue blood--but it must not be understood, from this expression, that the air is filled with cerulean gore. Mr. P. merely wished to remark that the society at that watering place is very aristocratic. He felt the influence himself, although he staid there only a few days. His aristocratic impulses all came out. Whether they staid out or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042222 | not remains to be seen. But no matter. He found many of the best people in Newport, and he felt congenial. When a fellow sits at his wine with men like JOHN T. HOFFMAN, and AUGUST BELMONT, and PARAN STEVENS; and takes the air with Mrs. J.F., Jr., behind her delightful four-in-hand, he is apt to feel a little "uppish." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042223 | If anyone doubts it let him try it. At the Atlantic Hotel they gave Mr. P. the room which had been recently vacated by Gov. PADELFORD. He was glad to hear this. He liked the room a great deal better when he heard that the Governor wasn't there any more. The first walk that he took on the beach proved | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042224 | to him that this was no place for illiterate snobs and shoddyites. Everybody talked of high moral aims, or questions of deep import, (especially the high tariff Congressmen,) and even the little girls who were sitting in the shade, (with big white umbrellas over them to keep the freckles off,) were puzzling their heads over charades and enigmas, instead of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042225 | running around and making little Frou-Frous of themselves. Mr. P. composed an enigma for a group of these young students. Said he: "My first is a useless expense. My second is a useless expense. My third is a useless expense. My fourth is a useless expense. My fifth is a useless expense. My sixth is a useless expense, and so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042226 | is my eighth, ninth, tenth, and eleventh, and all the rest of my parts, of which there are three hundred and fifty. My whole is a useless expense, and sits at Washington." The dear little girls were not long in guessing this ingenious enigma and while they were rejoicing over their success, Mr. P. was suddenly addressed by a man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042227 | who had been standing behind him. Starting little, he turned around and was thus addressed by his unknown listener. "Sir," said that individual, "do I understand you to mean that the Congress of the United States is a useless expense?" "Well, sir," said Mr. P., with a smile, "as it costs a great deal and does very little, I cannot | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042228 | but think it is both useless and expensive." "Then sir," said the other, "you must think the whole institution is a nuisance generally." "You put it very strongly," said Mr. P., "but I fear that you are about right." "Sir!" cried the gentleman, his face beaming with an indescribable expression. "Give me your hand! I am glad to know you. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042229 | I agree with you exactly. My name is WHITTEMORE." But Mr. P. did not waste all his time in talking to strangers and concocting enigmas. He had come to Newport with a purpose. It was none of the ordinary purposes of watering place visitors. These he could carry out elsewhere. His object in coming here was grand, unusual and romantic. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042230 | _He came to be rescued by IDA LEWIS!_ It was not easy to devise a plan for this noble design, and it was not until the morning of the second day of his visit, that Mr. P. was ready for the adventure. Then he hired a boat, and set sail, alone, o'er the boundless bosom of the Atlantic. He had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042231 | not sailed more than a few hours on said boundless bosom, before he turned his prow back towards land,--towards the far-famed Lime Rocks, on which the intrepid heroine dwells. He had thought of being wrecked at night, but fearing that IDA might not be able to find him in the dark, he gave up this idea. His present intention was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042232 | that Miss LEWIS should believe him to be a lonely mariner from a far distance, tossed by the angry waves upon her rock-bound coast But there was a certain difficulty in the way, which Mr. P. feared would prove fatal to his hopes. The sea was just as smooth as glass! And the wind all died away! There was not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042233 | enough left to ruffle a squirrel's tail. How absurd the situation! How could he ever be dashed helpless upon the rocks under such circumstances? The tide was setting in, and as he gradually drifted towards the land, he saw the storied rocks, and even perceived Miss IDA, sitting upon a shady prominence, crocheting a tidy. What should he do to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042234 | attract her attention? How put himself in imminent peril? His anxiety for a time was dreadful, but he thought of a plan. He got out his knife and whittled the mast half through. "Now," thought he, "if my mast and rigging go by the board, she will surely come and rescue me!" But the mast and rigging were as obstinate | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042235 | as outside speculators in Wall street,--they would not go by the board,--and Mr. P. was obliged at last to break down the mast by main force. But the lady heard not the awful crash, and little weened that a fellow-being was out alone on the wild watery waste, in a shipwrecked bark! After waiting for some time, that she might | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042236 | ween this terrible truth, Mr. P, concluded that there was nothing to do but to spring a leak. But he found this difficult. Kick as hard as he might, he could not loosen a bottom board. And he had no auger! The Lime Rocks were getting nearer and nearer. Would he drift safely ashore? "Oh! how can I wreck myself, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042237 | 'ere it be too late?" he cried, in the agony of his heart. Wild with apprehensions of reaching the land without danger, he sat down and madly whittled a hole in the bottom of the boat, making it, as nearly as possible, such a one as a sword fish would be likely to cut. When he got it done, the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042238 | water bubbled through it like an oil-well. In fact, Mr. P. was afraid that his vessel would fill up before he was near enough for the maiden on the rocks to hear his heart-rending cries for succor. He could see her plainly now. 'Twas certainly she. He knew her by her photograph--("Twenty-five cents, sir. The American female GRACE DARLING, sir. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042239 | Likeness warranted, sir.") But she turned not towards him. Confound it! Would she finish that eternal tidy ere she glanced around? The boat was almost full now. It would sink before she saw it! That hole must be stopped until he had drifted near enough to give vent to an agonizing cry for help. Having nothing else convenient, Mr. P. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042240 | clapped into the hole a lot of manuscripts which he had brought with him for consideration. (Correspondents who may experience apparent neglect will please take notice. It is presumed, of course, that every one who writes anything worth reading, will keep a copy of it.) Now the rocks were comparatively near, and standing up to his knees in water, Mr. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042241 | P. gave the appropriate heart-rending cry for succor. But in spite of the prevailing calm, he perceived that there was a surf upon the rocks, and a noise of many waters. At the top of his voice Mr. P. again shouted. "Hello, IDA!" But he soon found that he would have to hello longer as well as hello IDA, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042242 | he did it. At last she heard him. Dropping her work-basket, she ran to the edge of the rock, and making a trumpet of her hands, called out: "Ahoy there! What's up?" "Me!" answered Mr. P., "but I won't be up very long. Haste to my assistance, oh maiden! ere I sink!" Then she shouted again: "I've got no boat! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042243 | It's over to MCCURDY's, getting caulked!" No boat! Then indeed did Mr. P. turn pale, and his knees did tremble. But IDA was not to be daunted. Bounding like a chamois o'er the rocks, to her house, she quickly returned with a long coil of rope, and instantly hurled it over the curling breakers with such a strong arm and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042244 | true aim, that one end of it struck Mr. P. in the face with a crack like that of a giant's whip. He grasped the rope, and that instant his boat sank like a rock! IDA hauled away like a steam-engine, and Mr. P.'s prow (his nose, you know,) cut through the water like a knife, in a straight line | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042245 | for the shore. In front of him he saw a great mass of sharp roots. He shuddered, but over them he went. On, on, he went, nor turned aside for jagged cleft or sharp-edged stone. A ship, loaded with queensware, had been wrecked near shore, and through a vast mass of broken plates, and cups, and saucers, Mr. P. went,--straight | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042246 | and swift as an arrow. At last, wet, bleeding, ragged, scratched, and feint, he reached the shore. Said IDA, as she supported him towards her dwelling: "How did you ever come to be wrecked on such a day as this?" Mr. P. hesitated. But with such a noble creature, the truth would surely be the best. He told her all. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042247 | "Oh!" said he. "Dear girl, 'twas I, myself, who hewed down my mast and scuttled my fair bark. And I did it, maiden fair! that thy brave arm might rescue me from the watery deep, (you know what a good thing it would be for both of us when it got in the papers,) and that on thy hardy bosom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042248 | I might be borne--" "Born jackass!" interrupted IDA. "I believe that everybody who comes to Newport make fools of themselves about me; but you are certainly the Champion Fool of the Lime Rocks." Mr. P. couldn't deny it. * * * * * Alphabetical. From the insult passed upon Count BENDETTI, at Ems, it appears that the Prussian government does | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042249 | not always mind its P's and Q's. * * * * * A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME. A Love Tale. I. "I won't do it--there!" Miss ANGELINA VAVASOUR sat her little fat body down in a chair, slapped her little fat hands upon her little fat knees, swelled her little fat person until she looked like a big gooseberry | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042250 | just ready to burst, and then turned her little fat red face up to Mr. JOHN SMITH, who was standing before her. "I regret," said Mr. J.S., "that you should refuse to be Mrs. JOHN SMITH." (ANGELINA shuddered.) "Might I ask you why?" "No," said she. "Say, my age." "But I don't object to that," said J.S. "Well, I won't," | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042251 | said ANGELINA, "that's all!" J.S. rubbed the fur on his hat the wrong way, pulled up his shirt collar, looked mournfully at the idol of his heart, and departed. Why did she refuse him? Listen! About a thousand or two years ago--well, perhaps we had better not go so far back--anyhow, Miss VAVASOUR had ancestors, and she was proud of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042252 | them; she had a name, and she gloried in it; she had $,, and therefore insisted on keeping her aristocratic name; she had kept it for forty years, and was willing to take a contract for the rest of the job, though she did feel that she needed a man to slide down the hill of time with her, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042253 | she was rather fond of SMITH. Mr. JOHN SMITH wanted to marry her for herself alone, though he had made inquiries and knew all about that $,. Thus it was. II. "That's all!" Miss VAVASOUR had said. But was it all? She thought it was matrimony; J.S. thought it was matter o' money, and J.S. had a long head--an awfully | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042254 | long head. Mr. JOHN SMITH sat before the grate. His auburn locks, his Roman nose, his little grey eyes, his thin lips, his big ears, and each particular hair of his red whiskers, expressed intense disgust. He was day-dreaming, seeing visions in the fire. There he saw Miss ANGELINA VAVASOUR. Her eyes were ten dollar gold pieces, her nose a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042255 | little pile of ducats, each cheek seemed swelled out by large quantities of dollars, every tooth in her head was a double-eagle, and her hair was a mass of ingots. He heaved a sigh and took a fresh chew. The tobacco seemed to refresh him; he walked the floor for a while, and then sat in his chair. Suddenly his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042256 | countenance was irradiated, like a ripening squash at early morn, and he sprang to his feet, crying out, "Eureka! I'll do it." III. Eureka! How? What? Thus. One month afterwards our hero presented himself at the house of Miss VAVASOUR, carrying under his arm a large volume, bound in calf. "Miss VAVASOUR," said he, "I come to repeat my proposition | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042257 | to you. Will you reconsider?" "Sir?" said she. "Things have changed," said our hero. "Changed!" echoed she. "What do you mean, Mr. JOHN SMITH?" "Call me not by that vile cognomen," quoth he. "Look!" and he opened the Session Laws at page . She read: "STATE OF NEW YORK, COUNTY OF BLANK. I, JONATHAN JERUSALEM, Clerk of said County, do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042258 | hereby certify that the following change of name has been made by the County Court of this County, viz.: JOHN SMITH to AUGUSTUS VAVASOUR. In testimony whereof, I have set my hand and the seal of the County, June 3d, . JONATHAN JERUSALEM, _Clerk_." [L.S.] She fell into his arms, and rested her palpitating head upon his palpitating bosom. He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042259 | pulled up his shirt-collar, trod on the cat, and gently whispered, "$,." MORAL. A word to the wise. Go and do like-wise. LOT. * * * * * Gummy. The following is from a Western paper: "At Council Buffs, Iowa, a woman who don't chew gum is out of style, and gets the cold shoulder." Our comment upon the above | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042260 | is that there must be very little gumshun among the women of Council Bluffs. * * * * * [Illustration: "SUCH IS LIFE." Here you see Tom, Dick, and Harry, as they looked when starting in the morning for a day's fishing. And this is the same party, dejected, bedraggled, and foot-sore wearily making their way homeward after their day's | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042261 | "sport."] * * * * * DOWN THE BAY. Mr. Punchinello: It is just possible that you never went on a fine fishing excursion down the Bay with a party of nice young men. If you never did, don't. I confess it sounds well on paper. But it's a Deceit, a Snare, and a Hollow Mockery. I will narrate. Some | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042262 | days ago I was induced (the Deuce is in it if I ever am again) to participate in a supposed festivity of this nature. In the first place, we (the excursionists,) chartered a yacht, two Hands that knew the Ropes--they looked as if they might have been acquainted with the Rope's End--and a small Octoroon of the male persuasion as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042263 | waiter. As CHOWLES characteristically observed, (he is a Stock Broker, and was one of the party,) "there is nothing like a feeling of Security." So we engaged a Skipper who was perfectly familiar with the BARINGS of the Banks, and Thoroughly Posted on all Sea 'Changes, at least so CHOWLES expressed it, but then he is apt to be somewhat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042264 | technical at times. This accomplished mariner was reputed to have been "Round the Horn" several times, which I am led to believe was perfectly true, as he smelt strongly of spirits when he came on board. I was much discouraged at the appearance of this Skipper, and had half a mind to give my friends the Slip when I saw | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042265 | him on the Wharf. Having manned our craft, we purchased a colossal refrigerator in which to put our Bass and Weak Fish, laid in a stock of cold provisions--among other things a Cold Shoulder--plenty of exhilarating beverages, and, with Buoyant Spirits, (every Man of us,) and plenty of ice on board, started on the slack of the Morning Tide. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042266 | regret to state that by the time we were ready to start our Skipper was half way "Over the Bay," being provided with a pocket pistol charged to the muzzle. He and his two subordinates were pretty well "Shot in the neck" by the time we reached Fort Lafoyette. The consequence of this was that we no sooner came Abreast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042267 | of the reef in that locality than we got Afoul of it. For getting Afoul of the Rocks we had to Fork over twenty dollars to the captain of a tug boat which came and Snaked us off with a Coil of Rope when the tide rose. During the time we remained stationary, the Bottle, I am sorry to say, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042268 | kept going Round. All the excursionists except myself got half seas over, and when we resumed our voyage the steersman had fallen asleep, so the vessel left a Wake behind her which was extremely crooked. We anchored that night outside Sandy Hook, and next morning cast our lines overboard, and commenced fishing. Our success in that Line was astounding, not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042269 | to say embarrassing. We commenced to take Fish on an unparalleled Scale. Dog Fish and Stingarees were hauled over the side without intermission. The former is a kind of small shark. As they will Swallow anything, we Took them In very fast Although extremely voracious, they are so simple that if it were not for their size they would fell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042270 | an easy prey to the Sea Gull, which, in spite of its name, is a very Wide Awake bird. Stingarees are fish of much more Penetration--their sharp tails slashing everything that comes in their way. These natural weapons, which have been furnished them by Providence as a means of defence in their Extremity, cut through a fellow's trousers like paper. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042271 | The interesting creatures cut up so that we kindly consigned them, together with the dog fish, to their native element, having first benevolently knocked them on the head. Changing our location for a change of luck, we captured a superb mess of sea robins and toad fish. This satisfied us. So we pulled up anchor, not Hankering for any more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042272 | such sport, and left the Hook, very glad to Hook It. We didn't have any of our toadies or robbins cooked, as those "spoils of ocean," although interesting as marine curiosities, are not considered good to eat, but each man had a Broil, as the Sun was very hot, and as CHOWLES remarked, "brought out the Gravy." That night we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042273 | turned in, having been turned inside out all day. Next morning we reached home. The skipper presented his Bill in the course of the day. Although extremely exorbitant, we paid it without a murmur, being too much exhausted from casting up accounts ourselves, to bring him to Book for his misconduct. Such is the sad experience of Yours Reverentially, CHINCAPEN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042274 | * * * * * The Pillar of Salt (Lake.) Lot's (of) Wife. +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | A. T. Stewart & Co. | | | | Are offering novelties in | | | | Crepe de Chine Sashes | | | | WITH HEAVY FRINGES, | | | | The Latest Paris Style. Also, | | | | WIDE BLACK | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042275 | AND COLORED | | SASH RIBBONS | | | | Roman, Ecossais, Broche and | | Chine Ribbons, | | | | JUST RECEIVED. | | | | BROADWAY, | | | | 4th Avenue, 9th and 10th Streets. | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | A. T. Stewart & Co. | | | | Are closing out their stock of | | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042276 | | | | FRENCH, ENGLISH, AND DOMESTIC | | | | CARPETS, | | | | Oil Cloths, Rugs, Mats, Cocoa and Canton | | Mattings, &c., &c. | | | | At a Great REDUCTION IN PRICES, | | | | Notwithstanding the unexpected extraordinary | | rise in gold. | | | | _Customers and Strangers are Respectfully_ | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042277 | | | | | INVITED TO EXAMINE. | | | | BROADWAY, | | | | 4th Avenue, 9th and 10th Streets. | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | Extraordinay Bargains | | | | IN | | | | LADIES' PARIS AND DOMESTIC READY-MADE | | | | Suits, Robes, Reception | | Dresses, &c., | | | | | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042278 | Some less than half their cost. | | | | AND WE WILL DAILY OFFER NOVELTIES IN | | | | Plain and Braided Victoria Lawn, | | Linen and Pique Traveling | | | | SUITS. | | | | CHILDREN'S BRAIDED LINEN AND | | | | Pique Garments, | | | | SIZES FROM YEARS TO YEARS | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042279 | OLD. | | | | PANIER BEDUOIN MANTLES, | | IN CHOICE COLORS, | | | | From $. to $ each. | | | | Richly Embroidered Cashmere and | | Cloth Breakfast Jackets, | | | | PARIS MADE, | | | | $ each and upward. | | | | A. T. Steward & Co. | | | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042280 | | | BROADWAY, | | | | 4TH AVE., 9TH AND 10TH STREETS | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | PUNCHINELLO. | | | | | | The first number of this Illustrated Humorous and Satirical | | Weekly Paper was issued under date of April , . The | | Press and the Public in every State and Territory | 60 | gutenberg |
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twg_000000042282 | copies mailed free, for . | | | | We offer the following elegant premiums of L. PRANG & CO'S | | CHROMOS for subscriptions as follows: | | | | A copy of paper for one year, and | | | | "The Awakening," (a Litter of Puppies.) Half chromo. | | Size -/ x -/ ($. picture,)--for $. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042283 | | | | | A copy of paper for one year and either of the | | following $. chromos: | | | | Wild Roses. -/ x . | | Dead Game. -/ x -/. | | Easter Morning. -/ x -/--for $. | | | | A copy of paper--for one year and either of the | | | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042284 | following $. chromos: | | | | Group of Chickens: | | Group of Ducklings; | | Group of Quails. Each x -/. | | | | The Poultry Yard. -/ x . | | | | The Barefoot Boy; Wild Fruit. Each -/ x . | | | | Pointer and Quail; | | Spaniel and Woodcock. x --for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042285 | $. | | | | A copy of paper for one year and either of the | | following $. chromos: | | | | The Baby in Trouble; | | The Unconscious Sleeper; | | The Two Friends. (Dog and Child.) Each x -/. | | | | Spring; Summer; Autumn; -/ x -/. | | | | The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042286 | Kid's Play Ground. x -/--for $. | | | | A copy of paper for one year and either of the | | following $. chromos | | | | Strawberries and Baskets. | | Cherries and Baskets. | | Currants. Each x . | | | | Horses in a Storm. -/ x -/. | | | | Six | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042287 | Central Park Views. (A set.) / x /--for $. | | | | A copy of paper for one year and | | | | Six American Landscapes. (A set.) | | -/ x , price $.--for $. | | | | A copy of paper for one year and either of the | | following $ chromos: | | | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042288 | | | Sunset in California. (Bierstadt) -/ x | | | | Easter Morning. x . | | | | Corregio's Magdalen. -/ x -/. | | | | Summer Fruit, and Autumn Fruit. (Half chromos,) | | -/ x -/, (companions, price $. for the two), | | for $. | | | | Remittances should be made in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042289 | P.O. Orders, Drafts, or Bank | | Checks on New York, or Registered letters. The paper will be | | sent from the first number, (April 2d, ,) when not | | otherwise ordered. | | | | Postage of paper is payable at the office where received, | | twenty cents per year, or five cents per quarter, in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042290 | | | advance; the CHROMOS will be _mailed free_ on receipt of | | money. | | | | CANVASSERS WANTED, to whom liberal commissions will be | | given. For special terms address the Company. | | | | The first ten numbers will be sent to any one desirous of | | seeing the paper before subscribing, for | 60 | gutenberg |
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twg_000000042292 | | | PRANG'S LATEST PUBLICATIONS: "Wild Flowers," "Water-Lilies," | | "Chas. Dickens." | | | | PRANG'S CHROMOS sold in all Art Stores throughout the | | world. | | | | PRANG'S ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE sent free on receipt of stamp. | | | | L. PRANG & CO., Boston. | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | PUNCHINELLO. | | | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042293 | | | With a large and varied experience in the management and | | publication of a paper of the class herewith submitted, and | | with the still more positive advantage of an Ample Capital | | to justify the undertaking, the | | | | PUNCHINELLO PUBLISHING CO. | | | | OF THE CITY OF NEW YORK, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000042294 | | | | | Presents to the public for approval, the new | | | | ILLUSTRATED HUMOROUS AND SATIRICAL | | | | WEEKLY PAPER, | | | | PUNCHINELLO, | | | | The first number of which was issued under | | date of April . | | | | ORIGINAL ARTICLES, | | | | Suitable | 60 | gutenberg |
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