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twg_000000043200 | value as information. The sum thus saved to Mr. P. exactly paid for drinks for the party. Mr. P. now very sensibly concluded that it was about time to leave, if his editors, his printers, and the employs in his pun-factory were to expect any pay that week, and so he set out for home in the evening, taking a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043201 | shortcut by the way of Montreal. He thought that a day might be very profitably spent here, especially if he could fall in with any of the French-Canadians, of whose peculiarities he had heard so much. The study of human nature was always Mr. P.'s particular forte. On the morning of his arrival, Mr. P. met, in the dining-room of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043202 | the hotel, a gentleman who was unmistakably a Frenchman, and being in Canada, was probably Canadian. As they were sitting together at the table, Mr. P., having mentally rubbed up his knowledge of the French language, addressed his companion thus: "_Avez-vous le chapeau de mon frere?_" The gentleman thus politely addressed, bowed, smiled, and after a little hesitation answered: "_Non, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043203 | Monsieur; mais ji le fromage de votre soeur._" "_Eh bien_" said Mr. P., as he scratched his head for a moment. "_Otez vous vos souliers et vos bas?_" The other answered promptly, "_Je n'ote ni les uns ni les autres._" "_Votre pre,_" remarked Mr. P., "_a-t-il la chandelle de votre oncle?_" His companion remained silent for a minute or two, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043204 | and then he said: "I forget the French of the answer to that, but I know the English of it; it is 'no, sir, but he has the apples-of-the-ground-of-sugar of my mother-in-law.'" When Mr. P. discovered, after a little conversation in the vernacular, that his companion was a New York dry-goods clerk, he gave up the study of the French-Canadian | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043205 | character and went on with his breakfast. When he went out into the streets to see the lions of the city he was delighted to meet with some old friends. In company with them he visited the Government House; the Cathedral; the Statue of NELSON; the VICTORIA bridge; and everything else of interest in the place. But nothing was so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043206 | delightful to him as the faces of these old friends, from whom he had been separated so long. * * * * * [Illustration: When, at last, they left him, he returned sadly to New York.] * * * * * IDIOTIC ITEMS. On Tuesday last one of the swans in Central Park laid a hen's egg. A celebrated English | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043207 | professor of heraldry is now at Long Branch, studying the crests of the waves. Dr. LIVINGSTONE is no longer a white man. The large colored princess whom he has been compelled to marry has beaten him black and blue. Louis NAPOLEON'S first bulletin about the war was the bullet in the pocket of NAP Junior. An intelligent cordwainer of this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043208 | city has invented a bathing shoe to fit the under-toe at Long Branch. The lock of the writing-desk made with his own hands by LOUIS NAPOLEON, at Hoboken, has been presented to the Empress EUGENIE by a gentleman residing at Union Hill, in exchange for a lock of her Majesty's hair. Yesterday, while three eminent Wall street brokers--names, BROWN, JONES, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043209 | and ROBINSON--were engaged in watering stock, they fell in and were drowned. Loss fully covered by insurance. CARL FORMES is oddly reported to have lost his Bass voice through over indulgence in lager-beer. He drank a barrel of beer a day, and his voice has now become a barrel organ. In France the _Marseillaise_ has become the national Him; while, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043210 | in Prussia, BISMARCK is decidedly the national Herr. A French paper has an article respecting certain musical fishes found in the Indian Seas, They ought to be engaged for PIKE'S Opera House. The annual panther, weighing ft., inches, from snout to tip of tail, and measuring lbs., has just been killed in the Adirondacks by a reporter. * * * | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043211 | * * POLITICAL CLAPTRAP. The sympathy exhibited by the _Sun_ reporters and editors for the unhappy victim of Ogre Tammany is particularly touching. Association with the Wickedest Man in New York, the Honorable JOHN ALLEN, _protg_ of the Reverend OLIVER DYER, has evidently demoralized the pure beings who control the immaculate sheet known as the _Sun_, whose putrescent light "shines | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043212 | for all." These panders to the depraved taste of a depraved portion of the community, may exult in the spectacle presented in the City of New York on Sunday, the 7th inst., but is it not a sorrowful thing in a so-called Christian land to see a murderer borne with triumph to his grave, while pseudo philanthropists deck his bier | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043213 | with flowers, and deliberately charge a great political party with having hunted the wretched man to his death? Was there no nobler game worth the killing by Tammany? Was there not a "stag of Ten" to be found, to be struck, if party necessities required it? Would OAKEY HALL and PETER B. SWEENY put such a slight upon these bastard | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043214 | allies of the O'BRIENS and MORRISSEYS whose columns are open to the highest bidder, and whose lips reek venom while their hands are ever ready to strike a victim in the back, as to pass them by while they were on the war-path? But hold--perhaps we have a clue to this singular conduct of the Tammany warriors. They may have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043215 | foreseen how apt the sweet people are to confer immortality upon those whose death becomes them better than their life, and therefore wisely forebore to disturb those blissful with murderers and felons which seem to bind the Satellites of the _Sun_ and the denizens of the Tombs together. * * * * * SUMMER ON THE CATSKILLS, BY REGALIA REYNA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043216 | I. O thou Mount Katskill! whom I now survey In roseate brightness of the new-born day, To thee my thankfulness I would convey, For self and crowd; Who from the glare and hum of hot Financial lives, Have sought repose upon thy wondrous crest, and Brought our wives-- I gaze upon thy placid brow, where storms do Reckless rage, Forgetful | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043217 | of the storms of life, and Mister BEACH's stage. II. I gaze upon thy beauteous vistas Far and wide; I see the day-break beautifully paint thy Rugged side: I see AURORA show the panorama Night did hide: I see the lazy Hudson grad-u- Ally glide, Reluctant to abandon thee, and seek The salt sea tide. I think almost excusingly of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043218 | that tough Two dollar ride; And only for my wallet's sake, I longer Would abide. III. Nature has kindly gifted thee with meadow, Lake and dell, And for the Falls of Kauterskill I know no Parallel: Humanity has crowned thee with this festive Gay Hotel, Where Fame and Fashion eager wait to hear Thy dinner bell: O Mount! O view! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043219 | thy beauties now I can no Longer tell, For, after breakfast, I must say--O Katskill! Fare thee well! And leave thee--in one of those abominable stages, "which I wish it" Was in H------eaven! * * * * * Extraordinary Ledger-demain. The Soldiers' Monument at Cambridge is the result of the combined efforts of CYRUS and DARIUS COBB, whereas, SYLVANUS, alone | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043220 | and unassisted, is able to raise, every week, a tall column on the surface of the _N.Y. Ledger._ * * * * * Censor of the Press. The unfortunate official who sought reliable information, the other day, respecting the age and immense property possessions of PUNCHINELLO, on comparing his notes subsequently, remarked to a friend that he felt as if | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043221 | he had temporarily lost his Census. * * * * * Appropriate. DANA, of the _Sun_, is about to open an undertaker's establishment for the arrangement of murderer's obsequies. Motto--"Pinking done here." * * * * * The Wrong Mouth. A LITTLE Fourth-of-Julyer in Pittsburgh, going along with his mouth open, (after the manner of boys), caught a fire-cracker therein, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043222 | just as the cracker was going off. He had often had crackers in his mouth, but preceding ones had proved nourishing and non-explosive; whereas, this cracker was quite the reverse. As a consequence, the boy has lost his voice, but (what is curious, certainly,) is otherwise all sound. Were we certain that heaving a fire-cracker into an open mouth would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043223 | always produce such a result, we should certainly hire some one to shut up the noisier of our public nuisances--such as G.F. TRAIN, and several members of Congress. This could be easily done, as their mouths are always open, and usually are very large ones. We invite proposals from boys, relating to next season's operations. * * * * * | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043224 | Theft Extraordinary. A weekly journal gravely informs a correspondent that "the line, 'A thing of beauty is a joy forever,' occurs in TUPPER's _Proverbial Philosophy_." Shades of the poets! More than fifty years ago, JOHN KEATS commenced a poem called "Endymion," with that very line. To think that he should have gone and borrowed it from TUPPER! * * * | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043225 | * * Politician's Plant. See WEED. * * * * * [Illustration: THE LATEST MELODRAMATIC DODGE OF A PLAYED-OUT POLITICIAN. PROMPTER DANA, OF THE "SUN," GIVES THE CUE TO A _REAL_ SKELETON.] * * * * * Conversion of the "Sun." It was said of Bishop COLENSO that he "undertook to convert a Zulu Kaffir, but the Z. K. converted | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043226 | him." Such a circumstance may be fallen upon without going so far as Africa to seek for it. JOHN ALLEN, of Water Street, was, once upon a time, the Zulu Kaffir of DANA of the _Sun_ and his fascinating Satellite, OLIVER DYER. The ways of JOHN ALLEN were very wicked when these pious missionaries threw themselves upon his trail, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043227 | tried to convert him. Perhaps the reformatory effort was well meant; but, alas! for the feebleness of all human arrangements--JOHN ALLEN remains the reprobate he was, while he to his flock has brought DANA, the _Sun_ man, and DYER, the Satellite man, converts to the Allenian theory that money made from dirt is the only healthful stimulant to virtuous toil. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043228 | And so it was that DANA the devout, and DYER the saintly, went forth to convert the Zulu Kaffir of Water Street, and the Z. F. converted them. * * * * * Ready for Another Heat. The horses of PHOEBUS. * * * * * A Royal Game. The ex-queen of Spain fears that ALFONSO will be "euchred." She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043229 | remarked to him recently, Play you're king. * * * * * CONTEMPORARY SENTIMENTS, On the Great War Question. "WILLIAM'S my man!" cries one enthusiast,-- "He'll be in Paris, _sure_, within ten days!" "'Paris' your Granny!" cries one just as fast; "'Ere that, man! you'll see Berlin in a blaze!" "France has the finest soldiers ever seen!" Says one who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043230 | knows; "they never can be beat!" One who knows also, says, "the French are green! Their only real strength is in their fleet!" "Oh, hang their fleet!" exclaims another man; "It's useless now,--it has no work to do! But let France use her navy all she can, You'll see if Prussia doesn't put her through!" "Prussia ain't able!" cries an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043231 | eager one: "Let her drink all the lager in her shops, She'll find the little job is not yet done, For all there's such enormous strength in hops!" "And if there's any danger comes to France," Remarks the seventh man, "_Ireland_ will arise!" "And if she does, old England will advance!" The eighth (an Englishman,) with pride replies. And so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043232 | they have it hot, for half a day,-- First A., then B., then C. and D. at once, And thus the precious moments roll away, And none can tell who is the greatest dunce. * * * * * The Aldermen to their Dinner. Gorge us! * * * * * [Illustration: THE OVATION OF MURDER. _The Devil, (soliloquizing.)_ "NEW | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043233 | YORK'S THE PLACE FOR ME! THIS IS WHAT I CALL _REAL_ ENJOYMENT--A MURDERER'S FUNERAL PROCESSION GRANDER FAR THAN THAT OF ANY GREAT AND GOOD CITIZEN, AND THIS IN A CITY OF SUNDAY-SCHOOLS AND CHURCHES!". _(The Devil's Walk: Sunday, August , .)_] * * * * * HIRAM GREEN AT THE FEMALE CONVENTION. The Cardiff Giant and other Fossils at Saratoga. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043234 | "Duble, duble, heaps of truble, Wimmen's rites will bust the bubble." SHAKESPEAR. (WM.) The wolves in sheeps clothin' convenshed agin for an annual rippin' up of things, at Saratogy. The undersined, in custody of the undersined's wife, who is a Hicockalormn of the Skeensboro Sore-eye-sisses, was present at the singin' of the above selection from the defunct bard. Male and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043235 | femail wimmen was there dressed emblamatical of their callin'. "Black folks and white With red hair and gray, Mingled for a fite In Sar-a-to-ga." SHAKESPEAR & GREEN. SOOZAN B. ANTHENY was scrumpshusly ragged out in broad-cloth. A turkish towellin' vest-pattent lether butes and silk hat, completed her _Toot in cymbals_. ERNEST L. ROZE wore a nobby scotch cassimer soot. She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043236 | carried a cane and wore her hair parted in the middle. Mrs. RUBE PHENTON--MARTHY WRITE--O'LIMPING BROWN--SARY FILLEO--Mrs. DEXTER NOLTON--LILLY DEVERS BLAKE--SARY HALLEK--FEBEE CAREY, and other prominent Fireside agitaters and Herthstun depopulaters, were becominly araid, and did gustise to their tailors. PHREDRICK DOUGLIS, a firey broonet from Rochester, looked bewitchin' in a _more anteek_ silk dress. A camels hair overskirt hung | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043237 | grasefully over his loins. Peepin' out from beneath his robes, was a delicate little foot, encased in a flesh cullered pair of No. buckskin mocasins. His hair was done up in a bushel waterfall, and was frizzled all over, _a lar Ethiope_. EDWIN A. STUDWELL, of Brooklyn, looked stunnin' in a granny Dean walkin' dress and red cotton umbreller. His | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043238 | back hair was tempestously arranged. A couple of bolony sassiges, in a hily chawed up state, hung pendent from the aft of his gorgeous waterfall, and dangled to his heels, _a lar cheapee John_, When approached by that great captivater of susseptible hearts (?) SOOZAN B. ANTHENY, ED blushed like a red-headed woodpecker, and hid his modesty behind a $. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043239 | palm leaf fan. STEVE GRISWOLD, DAN KETCHAM and a few other manikins, was dressed accordin' to the prevailin' fashions of the feminin sects. A good cleen shave would have completed their disgize, and folks woulden't have had a suspicion but what they was what they was actin' to be. I was shocked to hear one audacious retch remark: "Them chaps | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043240 | look like a lot of hen-peckt broken furniture." "Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites And show the best of femail spites, So teach that horrid critter, man, We'll swaller him hul, when ere we can." 1ST WITCH. SOOZAN B. was elected chairman. On takin' her seat she said: "My femail friends by birth, and my femail friends by brevet;" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043241 | "We have convenshed for the purpuss of having our rites redressed----" A voice: "Haden't you better go home and redress yourselves first?" The whole convention was onto their feet in a second, while the chairman fell into her seet and regained her composure, by takin' a good helthy pinch of scotch snuff. Quiet bein' restored, a Mrs. GAGE riz to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043242 | her feet, and, removin' a chew of tobacker from her mouth, read the follerin' resolutions: Whereas: National Wimmen's Suffrage Circus are industrously plyin' their vocation. Whereas: A effort is afoot to jine 'em together under the same tent. Now be it resolved: We don't perceeve it in them sunbeams. The New York State Suffrage Circus is able to paddle her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043243 | own stone bote. Bosting to the contrary not-with-out-standin'-up. Resolved finally: We is the original JACOBS, and if Bosting don't like the cut of our Jib, let her lump it. (Grate applaws.) A strange lookin' woman, who wore a swaller tail cote, red the follerin resolutions: Whereas: Woman has a spear, it hain't to cook vittles--darn stockin's--tend baby and try to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043244 | make her husbin happy. Whereas: Man is a brute--woman an angle. Man can vote--woman can't. Resolved: That as long as man won't give us the ballit, that after Jan., , every mail brat that comes squawkin' into the world, be smothered the minnit he is borned. Resolved: That when the mail rase is extinguished, the superior critter, woman, take peaceable | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043245 | possession of the ballit box. These resolutions was vociferously cheered, Mrs. GREEN becomin' so exsited that she whacked me over the head with her parasol in a most ongentlemanly manner. (N.B.--I would heer state that I'me a Resistanter agin femail suffrage. Give woman the 16th Commendment and we can cry "peece" ontil our wind-pipes are collored, but not a darned | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043246 | bit of peece will we git, except occashunly a peece is nockt off of our snoot, for refusin' to get up early Monday mornin's to do the washin'.) At the above juncture of the proceedin's, the Cardiff Jiant, who is spendin' the summer at this selebrated waterin' place, entered the room. The old feller had heard of this grate Fossil | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043247 | Convenshun. As the distinguished fraud entered the room, cheers filled the air. Members in exstasy jumped up onto the benches--stood on their heads--threw their false teeth all about the floor, and acted like a lot of Rocky Mountain injuns, chock full of New England rum. Silents was restored by tossin' a live man to the exsited Amazons, whom they tore | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043248 | to peeces, partly satisfyin' their cravin' appetites. Old GIPSUM then _oratoricised_ as viz.: "Feller Fossils: This is indeed the most momentous event I've attended since I left Onondagar. "When COTTON MATHER came over in the Grate Eastern, he sent out a dove to see if the Pilgrims, would allow her to pick any flowers off of Plymouth Rock. "What was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043249 | the result of that experiment? "Why, the dove coulden't find any rest for the soul of her shoo; for Plymouth Rocks were thicker than Cardiff Jiants. That base man, BARNUM, had taken plaster casts of the old rock, and there wasen't a town along the coast, but what had its 'original Plymouth Rock.' "The dove, not bein' a good judge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043250 | of genuine stuns, made her "Shoo fly" back to the old ark, and told her tail. Therefore, I ask as a personal favor, seein' that BARNUM sarved me same's he did old Plymouth Rock, that when this august assemblage of Fossilized human bein's comes down onto the mail portion of the U. States, old P.T. be turned over to us. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043251 | I'le make him think he's got straddle his wooly hoss, and an army of mermades was after him with red hot pitchforks. "Grant me this favor, and when the fite of the Amazons begins, you can count on me to hold your bonnets." Amid tremenjus applaus old Fort Dodger squatted. Letters were then read from the Cohoes Mastodon--ARTEMAS WARD'S wax | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043252 | figgers--the wooly hoss--a miselaneous lot of Egipshun Mummies, and THEODOR TILTIN--regrettin' their inability to attend the Fossil Convention. HORRIS GREELY was then anathemized, BEN BUTLER--Senator WILSON--and GEO. FRANCIS TRAIN Ulogized. Resolutions were offered that Congressman MORRISEY be pulverized, by some talented femail startin' a opposition club house, employin' none but Tigers of the gentle sects. After a few more summer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043253 | complaint speeches agin that Horrible! Bloodthirsty! legged Monkster, MAN!! the annual Hen convention of Antideluvian Fossils tide up their bonnet strings--took their husbans under their off arm--walked down to Congress Spring. The witches who dipp up the mineral fluid danced about the cauldron, while the President of the company spyin' the Femails approachin' remarked: "By the prickin' of my thumb | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043254 | Somethin' wicked this way comes." The above, Friend PUNCHINELLO, was as seen by, Ewers faithfully, HIRAM GREEN, _Lait Gustise of the Peece_. * * * * * Birds of Passage. The African ostrich is sometimes trained to carry passengers on his back, but the player of "our national game" is often seen "going out on a Foul." * * * | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043255 | * * [Illustration: A VERY NECESSARY PRECAUTION.] * * * * * BLOCKS AND BLOCKHEADS. Mr. Punchinello: As the acknowledged redresser of American wrongs and the enemy of public nuisances, we beg your attention to a vice which seems to be upon the increase, and which grows in strength with what it feeds upon. As the vice in question appears | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043256 | to be upon the increase, and to fascinate its victims by the allurements of the excitement, we consider it worthy of PUNCHINELLO'S lance, or, in other words, of being transfixed upon PUNCHINELLO'S quill. We refer to the loafing which invariably takes place upon the occasion of the relaying of the wooden pavement. I say wooden more particularly, inasmuch as new | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043257 | fangled varieties of pavement, such as Concrete, Nicholson, etc., although they have their day, cannot be said to compete for a moment in public regard with the good old fashioned kind first described. Of all the causes that arrest public attention, surely this laying of wooden pavement is the most enduring and effectual. People of every grade and degree make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043258 | a dead halt as they approach this centre of interest, and at once settle down for a prolonged inspection of the works before them. It is true that everybody has seen the same thing one hundred and fifty times, but this description of indulgence appears to grow by what it feeds upon, and the fascinated victim watches the operation of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043259 | the workers with a gratification which knows no abatement. The usual formula gone through upon these occasions is as follows: Citizen approaches the scene of interest, and sees crowds of spectators upon each side; he glances at the workmen, and, after taking stock of both them and the overseer, proceeds to read the opinion of his fellows in their faces, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043260 | after which he settles down in right earnest with his hands in his pockets for a prolonged stare. This latter may continue for periods varying from ten minutes to an hour and three quarters, according to inclination or opportunity. If the spectator is a man of business, it is just possible that he may content himself with measuring the size | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043261 | of the blocks with his eye, and then pass on, content to know that he, as one out of many taxpayers, is getting the value of what they are called on to pay for. But with the mass of the onlookers, the pouring of the hot pitch into the gravelled interstices is watched with a satisfaction ever new, like that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043262 | bestowed in the pantomime upon the application by the clown of the red-hot poker. There is also the pleasure of seeing others at hard work, and the indulgence of everybody's belief (which is common to all present,) that he or she could suggest an improvement upon the work proceeding, and the manner of doing it. Then they look at each | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043263 | other once more and depart contented. Upon a moderate calculation, the amount of time devoted by human beings to this amusing study, in the City of New York, amounts to ,, hours per annum. * * * * * ENGLAND'S QUANDARY. Conjecture and expectancy, O PUNCHINELLO! have been the order of the day in this European turmoil, with regard to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043264 | the position of what are called neutral Powers. People have been looking at England with much curiosity to see what she really does intend. With the facilities which our _special wire_ affords, I am enabled to report a highly interesting soliloquy delivered by the Rt. Hon. W. E. GLADSTONE, to his bed-post, at his home in Spring Gardens, London, after | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043265 | a hot night's debate at St. STEPHEN'S. Our reporter concealed himself in the key-hole and took _verbatim_ notes. As in the case of the speeches delivered by the rival monarchs to their armies, which you published a week in advance of the speeches themselves, the following can be relied on: "I'm tired of answering questions. Let me think awhile. Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043266 | war the only alternative? They blame me for not talking out. Fools, they don't know where they stand. At home and abroad, difficulty. Our workmen emigrating; the Irish irreconcilable, (curse that word!) nothing cheerful that side. "France can rock _her_ irreconcilables to sleep to the war lullaby of that man we have so trusted only to betray us; _our_ irreconcilables | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043267 | only wait for war to side with our enemy. Prussia, grasping bull-dog as she is, makes capital out of it, and calls us to her side, while our stupid people burn with a Prussian fever, which may turn to a plague to-morrow. "Is the Prussian whom we have helped to humble to be our only ally? Then must we write | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043268 | ourselves down asses in Constantinople. "If we had some other head besides weather-cock expediency. France has an Emperor, Prussia a King to lead them; we have a Queen who takes walks in the Isle of Wight; and her son--bah! a _rou_ about town. Their marriage alliances are drag-chains, not bonds of love. Denmark does not forget our treachery in '. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043269 | Holland is afraid of France. We are safe from America yet. They are too much afraid of the German vote, thank Heaven, to side with France, but "Alabama" is her watchword, and she only waits to strangle us. LAFAYETTE and the Hessians are only memories, they have no votes. Ah! it was a mistake to sympathize with the South. "Our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043270 | statesmen--Heaven save the mark!--are our worst enemies. D'ISRAELI, the Jew, doubles our difficulty by showing our weakness. He would play the part of PITT without his brains or his chances. Then we led, now we are dragged at the tail. We may sign treaties, but we cannot write them. BRIGHT would be friendly with both; GRANVILLE with neither, and thus | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043271 | each is offended. It is ridiculous, and the only course left is to bluster about Belgium. "It must be the late dinner. There are all sorts of threatening shadows around, and but one light; that is a war flame. Let me sleep. To-morrow the gaping thousands will ask a sign. It may come, but it shall be hoisted on the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043272 | Rhine, and, helpless tide waiters, we cannot tell from which side it shall come. Ah! 'Uneasy sits the man on the ministerial bench,' as SHAKESPEARE would say to-day, for the crown that he spoke of is an ornament in the tower." REPORTER * * * * * Magnetic Polish soldiers should choose the needle gun. The needle is always true | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043273 | to the Pole. * * * * * [Illustration: A CAPITAL HINT FOR OUR STATIONARY STREET MUSICIANS, IF THEY WANT TO MAKE MONEY. ] * * * * * THE LEAVEN OF LEAVENWORTH. The great West has long been famous for the loose, untrammelled freedom with which its inhabitants treat everything and everybody. Breadth, no less than length, is a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043274 | striking feature of Western settlements, and that this element is conspicuous in the journalism of those singular abodes, no less than in the social life of their inhabitants, generally, is evidenced in the following advertisement cut from "_The Times_"--a paper published at Leavenworth, Kansas: "NOTICE TO DRIVERS OF FAST STOCK.--Hold your horses and do not drive so fast. All gay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043275 | and festive cusses caught driving faster than ordinary gait in the city, will be brought before Judge Vaughan, for instance--the fine is $. H. A. ROBERTSON, City Marshal." The City Marshal of Leavenworth is clearly a pot-companion of the first (whiskey and) water. He declines to address his fellow-citizens in the commonplace terms usually recognised in more prosaic communities. To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043276 | adopt his own style of phraseology, ROBERTSON is clearly a "gay and festive cuss." He is a specimen brick from Kansas, and doubtless always carries one in his hat. The expression "ordinary gait," as applied to driving in Kansas, where everybody owns "fast stock," is rather equivocal in these quieter latitudes to be sure, but we may guess that, at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043277 | Leavenworth, a man who rides or drives at a pace of twenty miles an hour, is liable, "for instance," to a fine of $, or just one dollar per mile. Kansas maybe a very nice place to live in, for some people, but we would hardly recommend Mr. ROBERT BONNER to emigrate thither, and so risk the probability of being | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043278 | advertised as a "gay and festive cuss." * * * * * SHIP AHOY! Of all public performers, there are none who "draw" better than the gymnasts who risk their necks by attempting hazardous feats. The fool who attaches himself by the heels to the car of an ascending balloon is sure to have thousands of feeble-minded females waving handkerchiefs | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043279 | at him. BLONDIN, the great French tomfool, brought more people to Niagara Falls to see him, possibly, add a new Fall to the prospect, than ever the Falls themselves did. And when another donkey announces that he is going to stand upon his head on the point of a church spire, that church is sure to be thronged--outside. These performances, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043280 | and all of their sort, should be made punishable, and will probably be so when a hundred or two performers shall have been killed, in addition to those who have already suffered. Not nearly so exciting as performances of the kind referred to, though, perhaps, quite as rash, are the ocean voyages occasionally essayed by tiny, toy ships. One of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043281 | these--the _Red, White and Blue_--is announced as about to start upon a "voyage round the world." We wish her our best wishes, and hope she may get round in the roundest way and time. One of her first stopping places, though, as we see, is Martha's Vineyard. Our advice to the skipper of the toy ship, is to go no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043282 | further than that delightful haven of rest. MARTHA. will cherish her as a chimney ornament, or give her to her kids to play with--and nobody will be hurt. * * * * * Two Renderings. _Finis coronat opus:_--The end crowns the work. _Finis coroner opus:_--There is plenty of work for the Coroner, but the "end" does not always appear to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043283 | be gained. All of which is respectfully submitted to the investigators of murder in this city. * * * * * The Modern Monks of La Trappe. The Coroner, the Assistant District-Attorney, and certain other officials who have been trying the "trap" game on the witnesses examined in the NATHAN murder case. * * * * * Results of Silver | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043284 | Stock. . The dream is ore. . Never mined. * * * * * [Illustration: PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE. ] ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. _Englishman, London._--You have lost your wager. Ohio is not the capital of Indiana. _Stranger, New York City._--When you get lost in our streets and do not know where you are, it is a good plan to seek information from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043285 | a policeman. If he does not know where you are, come directly to the office of PUNCHINELLO. _Antiquary._--"The Last of the Barons" was a term applied to an implement used by the ancient shoemakers. The pedal members of the old English barons were of a peculiar aristocratic conformation, and lasts were made expressly for them. This is a curious fact | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043286 | not generally known. _Ploughboy_ finds the following remark in Mr. GREELEY'S thirtieth What, and asks explanation. "So with regard to Carrots. I have never achieved success in growing these nor Beets." We infer that the meaning is, With regard to carrots, sow them. "These nor Beets" are probably a new variety. They may have come from Norfolk, but more "presumably" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043287 | they were found in Alaska. _Metaphysician, Cloudland._--Your article on the "Psychical Basis of Objective Existence" is excellent. Look out for it in the "Juvenile Department" of our Christmas number. _Grammarian._--The expression "We ain't got none" is manifestly incorrect. It has two negatives. "We ain't got any" is by far more elegant. _Wager_ says that A. made a bet with B. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043288 | that he could cut a dime in two at one stroke of his pen-knife, C. to hold the stakes. A. took a ten-cent "scrip" and chopped it in two with his blade. Meantime C. walked away with the stake money. Who won? _Answer._--The bet is off. C. is also off, but no better, and neither A. or B. is any | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043289 | better off. * * * * * [Illustration: NOTES ON THE FERRY. _Gushington, (with the pipe.)_ "SHE SMILED ON ONE OF US, I'LL SWEAR." _Spindle_. "PERHAPS; BUT WHAT'S A SMILE? A POSITIVE NOD FOR ME, OR NOTHING!"] * * * * * AERATED VERBIAGE. An Every-day Romance. . In a room in a palatial tenement house in Avenue D, stood | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043290 | GILBERT FERNANDE FROU FROU SNOGGS. G.F.F.F.S. was rampant. "Why?" you say. Gentle reader, hurry me not. Let the tale wag on. She was talking to her mamma. "Now," said G.F.F.F.S., "I prognosticated that my maternal relative would become oblivions of my reiterated solicitations to perambulate the Avenue, and make the acquisition of four yards of cerulean hued ribbon," and she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043291 | stamped her tiny number eights on the floor. You will notice that, even in her anger, she did not forget her English. "You can purchase it on the morrow," replied her mamma. "I will not remain acquiescent. I will promenade upon my profluence to Sixth Avenue, and purchase the ceruleous ribbon immediately," said G.F.F.F.S., putting on her waterproof and sun-bonnet. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043292 | Her mother pointed to the paternal turnip, which hung over the mantel, and showed her that old Time was "doing stunts" at -/. But G.F.F.F.S. was obstinate. She put on her chignon, her curls, her breast elevator, her bustle, her high-heeled shoes, a little rouge, a little whiting and a bit of court-plaster, and sallied forth, down the dumb-waiter to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043293 | the cellar, and thence, through the ash-hole, to the street. . The deed was done!!! The purchase was made find G.F.F.F.S. walked towards her palatial paternal mansion. She felt slightly timid, for, as she looked at the heavens, she saw that ARCTURUS, who had been playing tag with CASTOR and POLLUX all the evening, had reached hunk, the Great Bear. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043294 | From the astronomical knowledge which she had acquired at the Vavasour Female Academy, she knew that the paternal turnip now pointed to the witching hour of -/. Suddenly she found herself surrounded by a party of bandits, (she thought she was in Greece, but she was only in the 19th Ward.) They seized her. "Not a word," said the leader. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043295 | "Your money or your life." Now G.F.F.F.S. had lots of life and very little money, so she could hardly determine whether to give up some of her life or all of her money. "Illustrious banditti," said she, "the auriferous contents of my reticulated depository are notable for minuteness. Be conservators of my pullulating existence." "I say, TOM," said the leader, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043296 | "what's her little game?" "It sounds like Irish," said TOM. "Hand over your stamps," said the leader. G.F.F.F.S. slowly drew out her net purse, when suddenly the robbers fled. G.F.F.F.S. felt that her hero had come, and, like all the ARAMINTAS in the novels, she fainted and was caught in the arms of-- . The author tried to persuade the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043297 | editor to allow him to write "to be continued" after the last thrilling chapter, but the editor was inexorable, hence this chapter, "in the arms of"--a little red-headed policeman. G.F.F.F.S. smiled gently, but, as soon as she had opened her eyes, and had cast them on the red head, freckled face, pug-nose, and little eyes of MIKE MCFLYNN, she sprang | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043298 | to her feet. It was better than forty gallons of hartshorn. She had wasted a faint. "_Perdidi animi deliquium_," said she. "Mother of MOSES, but you was heavy!" said MCFLYNN. But she did not wait, and a pair of number eight shoes might have been seen by an inquisitive reporter, cutting around the corners and stamping up seven flights of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000043299 | stairs. MORAL. When the paternal turnip solemnly points to -/, G.F.F.F.S. puts her number eights on the mantel, looks reflectively at a sore-eyed kitten, and falls into polysyllables. * * * * * HOMODEIFICATION. Late advices from China convey the intelligence that the American-Chinese General WARD, who died in the service of the Celestial empire, has been postmortuarily brevetted to | 60 | gutenberg |
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