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Thk literary part of this book may not be very nice, but the cover is pretty and the pictures are life-like. The picture of my Uncle Consider on the first page is considered a good likeness. I presume the reader recog- nizes the broad, massive, thick Perkins skull. To get that soft, sweet expression of the countenance in my uncle's picture, I— I, sat for it myself. I often sit for the artists when they want to produce their master- pieces. I sit for all kinds of pictures — landscapes, animals, marine views, and The last picture I sat for was a farm-yard scene. It represented a "pious farmer feeding his geese." Henry Ward Beecher he sat for the farmer, while I sat for the rest of the picture. I am a great artist in my way. I drew all the pictures in this book — drew *em in a lottery. Besides drawing nice pictures, I 'm studying now so as to draw hundred dollar checks and drafts such as Jay Cooke drew and Daniel Drew. The first picture I ever drew represented " Sir Walter Scott leading his victorious forces into the city of IV r RE FACE. Mexico." The critics admired it exceedingly, but they said it had one fault— they could n't tell which was Sir Walter Scott and which was the city of Mexico. So I gave it to my family clergyman as his annual donation — and he was so delighted with this picture, and so grateful to me, that he hung this picture in his study— and he said he wanted to hang me in his back yard. E. P. Y,"^.— Dear Reader : Let me impress upon your mind the fact that the pictures in this book arc all real pictures, and not mere painted imitations like Michael Angelo's "Last Judgment" by Bierstadt, and Church's " Heart of the Andes," by another fellow. You will never know how much I admire and appreciate these beautiful pictures— how I love them ; and the fact that you love and appreciate them too— the fact that you admire the author and his pictures, — why it shows you have a massive intellect. CONTENTS. Uncle Consider, on Temperance, Solitaire Diamonds, Ki.i Perkins in Hot Water, Kli on Fire-Proof Houses, , Dreadful Profanity, Kli Perkins's Pen Pictures, . , A Fifth Avenue Episode, . A Lonesome Man, . . , . AnouT Children, Sr.RVANTOALISM, . . . . Uppkrtendom Letter from Ant Charity, . The Literary Girl, . Uncle Consider as a Crusader, . Eli in Love, .... P>uown's Boys, . . . . A Brown's Boy in Love, . BiiovvN's Boys in New York, Rich Brown's Boys, Brown's Girls, . ... Advice to Youno Men, PAOK 9 13 16 20 23 24 28 30 34 38 40 45 51 55 58 60 66 68 74 78 84 I I vi CONTENTS. PAGR Tiff, Funny Side of Fisk, 87 Rkv. Ei,i Perkins, 98 A Sai> Man, 102 A Quf;er Man, 104 Eu's Happy Tuounirrs 106 The Lecal-Mindei) Man, 109 A Grateful Man, . . . , , , , , m A Consistent Man, . .114 The Dancing Mania , 115 The Military Man, 117 The Horse Man 119 The Pious Man 120 A Frontiersman, 121 The Hackman 124 Sewers and Sowers 125 Hard on Lawyers, 127 E. Perkins — Attorney at Law, . . . . , . 129 How DoNN Pirate Thrashed Eli Perkins, . . .131 A Day at Saratoga 135 The Swells at Saratoga, 140 Minnie in Saratoga 143 Married Brown's Boys at Saratoga 150 Eli's Belle of Saratoga 155 Brown^s Boys at Saratoga, 157 Up to Snuff 160 A Flirting Dodge, 162 Fall of Another Clergyman, 164 The Swell Dress Parade 166 f PAOR 87 . 98 102 . 104 106 . 109 III . 114 . 117 119 . 120 121 . 124 125 . 127 129 . 140 143 . 150 . 157 160 . 162 164 . 166 co/vTF.xrs. vH PArjK TiiK Good Man, 169 C)vvKi> 10 Franklin Statuk, 172 A TARRor Story, 172 TiiK Rat Story, 173 TkAVKRS AND Cl.FAVS 1 73 « Travkrs on Fisk and Gould 174 Pawn-Shop Clotiiks, 175 Will RK Ducks Livk, 175 FlVK IIUNDRF.D DOLLARS SAVKD, ...... I76 Til' OF TIIK Fashion, 177 SlIIRKINC. FROM WoRK, 177 Trunk Smashkrs, 178 Eli on Dominik Ford, 179 A 1 1 API) Namk 179 Eli on thf F. F. C's 180 TiiF Mfanf.st Man Yet 181 Nkwsi'ai'ER Goke, 182 Eli on Ana 182 Animate Natur^j, 183 Orioinal Poetry, 183 Complimentary 184 Baijies, 184 Tight L'.cing, 185 Som-et-i-mes, 185 Grammar, 186 Eli Perkins Blunders, 186 Nice Arable Land 188 Money Close, 188 vni CONTi:XTS. f ■I Indiffkrknce, . . . . . TnK WuisKKY War Fun in Washington, Ohio, Tkrkiiu.y Indic.nant Thk Unsusi'Ectino Man, Vkry Dangerous Wood, Saratoga Betting, .... WlCKKI) AND PROFANK, Mr. Marvin's Blundkr, .... Poor hut Honest, .... PuFcisK Statements, .... Early to Bed Personal Matters Small Feet, Little Perkinsisms, .... Eli Perkins's New Year's Calls How Eli Perkins Lectured in Pottsvil Scaring a Connecticut Farmer, Eli Perkins as a Balloonatic, . The Shrewd Man, .... Lost Children in New York, The Absent-Minded Man, . . e, PAnR 189 189 . 190 191 . 191 192 . 193 193 . 194 194 • 195 195 . 196 196 • 197 •99 . 203 211 . 222 225 . 233 237 . 246 PAnic . 1H9 189 . 190 191 . 191 192 . 193 193 • 194 194 . 195 195 . 196 196 . 197 199 . 203 211 . 222 225 . 233 237 . 246 Provkrhial Pim.osoriiY. " ff yoii ft^( the best of rvhiskey, Eli, whiskey will get the best of you, ^ UNCLE CONSIDER, ON TEMPERANCE. "Eli." "Yes, Uncle." " Let me read you suthin* from the Christian Uniotiy' r.nd my Uncle Consider wiped his German-silver glasses with his red bandana handkerchief, adjusted them on liis nose, and read : '* A man in Jamaica, Long Island, after drinking too much cider, insisted, against his wife's wishes, on smoking on a load of hay. He crime home that night without any whiskers or eyebrows, and the iron work of his wagon in a potato sack." 10 " This little incident, Eli," said my Uncle, looking over his glasses, " preaches a sermon on temperance. It teaches us all, in these limes of public corruption, tempered by private assassinations, to keep our heads 'spiritoally level.' " "How can this be done. Uncle?" I asked. " Jes lis'en to me, Eli, and I'll tell you. I'll open the flood-gates of wisdom to you, so to speak." Then my uncle put one hand on my shoulder, looked me straight in the face, and said : " Ef you drink wine, Eli, you will walk in winding ways; ef you carry too much beer the bier soon will carry you. Ef you drink brandy punches you will get handy punches; and ef you allers get the best of whiskey, Eli, whiskey '11 allers get the best of you." " But brandy. Uncle — brandy has saved the lives of thousands of people — hasn't it.?" I asked. " Yes, Eli, brandy has saved thousands of lives, and do you want to know how — do you ? By their not drinking it, my boy ; that's the way it saved their lives. No, my boy, if you want to keep your spirits up you mus'n't put your spirits down." " Did you ever know brandy and whiskey to do as much damage as water has. Uncle .?" I inquired, mod- estly. " Yes, my boy, I have. What has brandy done in our fam'ly.? Didn't I see your Uncle Nathaniel come home from the lodge one night, after he had taken too much whiskey in his water, an' didn't he stagger into the kitchen, get up on a chair and wash the face of the clock, and then deliberately get down and wind ui D 11 looking erance. uptiop, • heads 11 open Then :ed me i^inding on will vill get )est of 'OU." ives of s, and eir not lives, ip you do as mod- )ne in come taken agger e face wind I up the baby and try to set it for'ard fifteen minutes ? Didn't he!" " But when we read in the Bible, Uncle, how much damage water has done — how it drowned Pharaoh, de- moralized Jonah, and engulfed the whole human family in the deluge, don't it really make you afraid to drink any more water in your'n? Don't it?" I said, raising my voice. " I know water don't cause the destruction of two-dollar clocks," I continued, " nor wind up inno- cent babies, but it wound up Pharaoh's whole army and washed down the whole human race and " " Shut up, Eli ! Don't talk to me. You make me sick," shouted my Uncle, gesticulating wildly with one hand and wiping his eyes with the other. But a mo- ment afterward he became tranquil, and, looking over his German-silver glasses thoughtfully, he continued : " No, no, Eli, my boy, that fust glass of wine has ruined many a yiing man. The other nite," he con- tinued, wiping his eyes, " I drempt I saw my fav'rite sun adrinken from the floin' bole. My hart yarned for 'im an* I strode to'rds 'im. As he razed the wine- glass in the air I was seezed tragick-like and sez I, ' O Rufus, the serpent lurks in that floin' wine. Giv' — O giv' it to your father!' and when he past it to'rds me I quaffed it, serpent an' all, to keep it from my tender sun. H^ was saved from the tempter, Eli, and turnin' with tears in my eyes I remarkt, ' O, my hopeful boy, do anything — skoop burds' nests, stun French glass winders, match scnts, play with powder, take snuf, take benzine, take photographs, — anythiiii:;^ but don't take that first glass of wine.' n H i MI NOBLE BOY. Fear not, father,' answered my noble boy. ^ That first glass o' wine be blowed. Us boys is all a-slingin' in ol' crow whisky and a-punishin' gin slings and brandy smashers — if we ain't YEU kan hire a hall for me — yeu kan!' '' Mi noble boi ! " and then Uncle Consider lighted a 40-cent Partaga and proceeded to ask James what he had purchased for the week's supply from the market. " I bought two gallons of sherry, sir, four dozen Burgundy, some of the old rum we had before, some cheese, two boxes of cigars, and two loaves of bread, an' it's all here in the larder." "All right, James," said my Uncle, lookin' over his glasses, "but was there any need of spendin' so much money for bread .'* " And then Uncle Consider went on cutting off his coupons. I il! , < That i-slingin' shin' gin — if we me — yeu :n Uncle taga and t he had ply from ir dozen ire, some )f bread, over his so much off his SOLITAIRE DIAMONDS. went into Tiffany desired to purchaF Since they have discovered diamonds in Africa, they are getting too common on Fifth Avenue to be even noticed. One young lady, reported to be young and handsome, wears finger-ring diamonds in her hair. A Chicago lady, staying at the Fifth Avenue, alleged to have lived with her present husband two weeks without getting a divorce, wears diamond dress- buttons; and even one of the colored waiters — an African, too, right from the mines — showed me a diamond in his carpet-bag weighing thirty-seven pounds, which he offered to sell to me in the rough for $4 — a clear indication that even the Africans don't appreciate the treasures they have found. This morning a lady from Oil City s great jewelry store and said she e a diamond. 18 14 III " I understand solitaire diamonds are the best, Mr. Tiffany," she said, "please show me some of them." " Here is a nice solitaire y' answered the silver-haired diamond prince. " How do you like it ?" "Putty well," said the lady, revolving it in her fin- gers. " It shines well, but are you sure it is a solitaire^ Mr. Tiffany.?" " Why, of course, madame." " Wall now, if you will warrant it to be a real gen- uine solitaire^ Mr. Tiffany, I don't mind buying it for my daughter Julia — and — come to think," she con- tinued, as she buttoned her six-button kid-gloves and took her parasol to leave, " if youVe got five or six more real genuine solitaires just like this one, I don't mind takin' 'em all so's to make a Wg solitaire cluster for myself." " Yes, madame, we'll guarantee it to be a real soli-- taire,** smilingly replied Mr. Tiffany, and then the head of the house went up to his private office and in the presence of four hundred clerks sat down and wrote his official guarantee that the diamond named was a genuine solitaire. As the lady bore the certificate from the big jewelry palace she observed to herself, " There's nothing like knowing you've got the genuine thing. It's really so satisfyin* to feel sure !" But that evening her fiendish husband refused to buy the diamonds — " and then this beautiful woman," said Mr. Tiffany — " all dressed up in silks and laces and garnet ear-rings cut on a bias, sat down in the hotel parlor and had to refuse to go to a party at Mrs. W poi nei ful a the 15 the best, some of ^er-haired I her fin- solitaire, Witherington's because her jewels did not match her polonaise /" "O dear!" said the great jeweller, and in the full- ness of his grief he poured a coal scuttle into a case full of diamonds and watches and silver spoons, and a basketful of diamonds and ;)earls and garnets into the coal stove. real gen- ng it for she con- Dves and e or six I don't e cluster real soli" the head d in the d wrote d was a ite from There's 2 thing. used to mman," id laces i in the at Mrs. ELI PERKINS IN HOT WATER. The other day I sent this paragraph to The Herald : *' Mrs. Johnson is said to be the most beautiful woman in the hotel." I didn't know what I was doing. I'm sorry I did it. Now the ladies are all down on me, and poor Mrs. Johnson is being persecuted on all sides. The ladies are telling all sorts of stories about her — how she poi- soned her first husband, threw a baby or two down the well, and all that. A few moments ago a tall, muscular gentleman entered my room, holding a long cane in his hand. He looked mad. I wasn't afraid. O! no; but I was writing, and hadn't time to talk. "Are you Mr. Perkins.'*" he commenced. " No, sir; my name is La " " Did you write this article about Mrs. Johnson being the most beautiful woman.?" he in- "I'VE FOUND YOU." , terrupted. "Why.>" I asked modestly. 10 17 he Herald : roman in the ;orry I did and poor ides. The 1 sorts of w she poi- md, threw 1 the well, Lgo a tall, ntered my cane in d mad. I but I was me to talk. iins?" he s La " lis article being the I?" he in- " Because my wife is here, sir — Mrs. Thompson — a very handsome woman, sir, and — ** " Ah ! Thompson — yes ; only the fact is I sent it down ' Thompson,' and those rascally type-setters they made 'Johnson' of it. Why, yesterday, Mr. Thompson, I wrote about President Porter, the well-deserving President of Yale College, and those remorseless type- setters set it up ' hell-deserving,' and President Porter has been cutting me ever since." " All right, then, Mr. Perkins, if you really sent it down, 'Mrs. Thompson,' I'll put up my pistol and we'll be friends; but if I ever hear of your writing of any lady's being more beautiful than my wife I'll send you to New York in a metallic case — I will, sure !" and Mr. Thompson strode out of the room. A few moments afterward I met Julia, my fiancee — the one I truly love. **You look lovely to-day, Julia!" I commenced as usual. "You're a bore, Eli — you're a dread- " BASE DECEIVER !" fulpersou — a false, bad man. You—" "What is it, Julia.? what has displeased you now?" I interrupted, sweetly. " Why, you base deceiver! haven't you been calling me beautiful all the time? Haven't you made sonnets to my eyes, compared my cheeks to the lily, my arms to alabaster; and now here you go and call Mrs. Johnson the most beautiful woman in the hotel. You mean, false, two-sided man, you !" and Julia's eyes snapped like sparks of electricity. 18 " But, Julia, dear Julia, let me explain," I pleaded. " It was all ruse^ Julia. Don't you know, newspapers tell a good many lies — they must, you know ; the people will have them; and there is a rivalry between them to see which shall tell the biggest and longest ones, you know, and tell them the oftenest ?" " Yes," she murmured sweetly. "Well, I've been telling so much truth lately in T/ie Herald^ folks told me to change my course a little — to throw in a few lies, and — " " And you did ?" "Why, yes, and this was one of them. Of course you are the most beautiful woman in Saratoga. Of course you are." This seemed to make Julia happy again, and I thought I was all right. I went back to my room thinking so, but I was all wrong. In a moment, Rat! tat!! tat!!! sounded on the door. " Come in,** I said, as I stood with my pantaloons off, thinking it was the boy to take this letter to the post. " ts it you who is making fun of my wife — you miserable — " " I beg pardon, sir ; if you and your wife will just step back a moment, I'll draw on my pantaloons and try and tell you,** I said, trembling from head "is it you, sir?" to foot. " No, sir, we won't step back a moment, but say, sir, did you say my wife, Mrs. Johnson, was the hand- somest woman in Saratoga; she who has been known . as mini 19 pleaded, svvspapers now ; the r between 1 longest lately in course a )f course :oga. Of I, and I ny room on the oons off, ;he post, fun of nd your lent, I'll try and »m head 3ut say, e hand- known "no, sir!" as the plainest woman and I the plainest Methodist minister in this here circuit — say, did you.?" The woman was a fright. I could see it from behind the sofa where I scootched down. She wore a mob- cap, had freckles, crooked teeth and peaked chin. " No, sir !" I said, vehemently. " No, sir-r-r ! I never said your wife was the most beautiful woman in Saratoga, for she evidently is not. I meant some- body else — another Mrs. Johnson. I could not tell a lie about it, and she is positively ugly — that is, she is not hand- some; she IS not beautiful. " Far different." "Far different! My wife not good-looking, sir? My wife far - — different.? I'll teach you to at- tack my wife in that way," and then his cane flew up and I flew down. I don't know how long I staid there, but I do know that the next hour I found my- self in a strange room, and my clothes smelt of chloroform and camphor. The doctors say I met with an accident. I don't know what it was, but I do know that I shall never say anything about that handsomest woman again. Never ! I'LL TEACH YOU.' ELI ON FIRE-PROOF HOUSES. It pains me to hear of so many people being burned out on account of combustible elevators and defective flues. It's dreadful how much damage fire is doing of late years when it can just as well be managed if only taken in hand. This morning the superintendent of the New York Fire Department came to my room and wanted me to explain my theory of preventing ^ire. "All right, Gen. Shaler, be seated," I said. Then I showed him the machine invented by Prof. Tyndall and myself for abstracting heat from fire. " Heat from fire, did you say, Mr. Perkins ?" "Yes, sir," I said, turning a crank. "This is the way we do it. Put your eye on the spout. Now, do you see the cold flames coming out there while the boys are wheeling off" the heat in flour barrels to cook with.>" "Splendid!" exclaimed Gen. Shaler. "What other inventions have you ?" "Dozens of them, sir," I said, leading the General into my laboratory. Then I showed the General my famous machine for concentrating water to be used by the engines in case of drought. I showed the General my process of con- centration, which is to place the water in its dilute state in large kettles and then boil it down till it is I I I 21 S. ;ing burned d defective is doing of ,'ed if only New York itcd me to I. Then I yndall and is the way do you see J boys are vith?" Hiat other le General achine for es in case 5S of con- its dilute h till it is I i i thick. The experiment proved eminently successful. Twelve barrels of water were evaporated down to a gill, and this was sealed in a small phial, to be diluted and used to put out fires in cases of extreme drouth. " But, Mr. Perkins, how " "Never mind 'how' General," said I. "You see, in some cases the water is to be evaporated and concen- trated till it becomes a fine, dry powder, and this can be carried around in the vest pockets of the firemen, and blown upon the fire through tin horns — that is, it is to extinguish the fire, in a horn." " But, Mr. Perkins, " " Never mind your buts. General — just you look at the powdered water," I said. Then he examined the powdered water with great interest, took a horn — a horn of powdered water — in his hands and blew out four tallow candles without the use of water at all, while I proceeded to elucidate my plan for constructing fire-proof flues. I told him how the holes of the. flues should be constructed of solid cast iron or some other non-combustible material, and then cold corrugated iron should be poured around them. "Wonderful!" exclaimed the superintendent. "Per- fectly wonderful ! But where will you place the flues, Mr. Perkins.?" " My idea," I replied, drawing a diagram on the wall-paper with a piece of charcoal, "is to have these flues in every instance located in the adjoining house." "Magnificent! but how about the elevators.?" "Why, after putting 'em in the next house too. 28 I'd seal •em up water-tight and fill 'em with Croton, and then let 'em freeze. Then I'd turn 'em bottom- side up, and if they caught fire, the flames would only draw down into the cellar." M ith Croton, ;m bottom- would only DREADFUL PROFANITY. A YoijNG lady who attends Vassar College came liome to her mother on Madison avenue yesterday, and said that she didn't like to go to school there any more, for — for " "For what, Jenny?" asked her mother. "Why, because some of the Vassar girls swear, Ma." "Swear, Jane! Good Lord, what do you mean?" " I mean they use bad words, Ma. I " "Great Heavens, child! run and tell your grand- mother to come here." [Enter Grandmother.^ "What is it, Marion?" asked grandmother, looking over her glasses. " Why, goodness gracious. Mother, what do you think ? Why, Jenny says the girls swear, they " "Lord o* mercy, Marion! Heaven knows what we'll come to next. Lord knows we've been too precious careful of our children to have 'em ruined by any such infernal devlishness." " I wish to Heaven — but here, Jenny " (catching hold of the young lady), " tell me now — what do those Vassar girls say ?" "Why, Lizzie Mason talks about Mad-dam de Stael, and Lizzie Smith says when she goes to New York she'd rather ride up to see McComb's dam bridge than to have a front seat at the For-dam races." "Good Lord, Jenny, how you startled me!" 88 ELI PERKINS'S PEN PICTURES. {Around toivn.) Let me show you some little every-day New York pictures this evening. There are only four of them : I. " Hundreds of little Italian boys are kept by old hags on Cherry and Baxter streets, just to steal and beg. If they come home at night without having stolen or begged certain sums, the poor little fellows are whipped and made to go to bed on the fl'^or without any supper. Most of these boys turn out pick-pockets, and eventually go to the Island or to Sing Sing as burglars and housebreakers. One little fellow who has lived on Cherry street for seven years didn't know what the Bible was, and he told us he had never heard of Christ." — N. V. Times. But " the Rev. Mr. Van Meter, who established the second Five Points Mission House, has raised funds enough to establish a Protestant mission church in Rome. He writes that three more Italian subjects have been res- cued from Popery and converted to the Protestant faith, and that he is deeply solicitous for further con- 25 tributions from brothers and sisters in the cause to help on the glorious work and enable them to build a snug little marble parsonage for the residence of the American missionaries." — Five Points Mission Re- port, [ew York f them : old hags and beg. stolen or : whipped lOut any -pockets, Sing as who has n't know id never e second enough me. He jcen res- rotestant her con- i II. *' Mrs. Mary Thomas testified this morning that Mrs. Hurley turned her out of the Girls' Lodging House on a stormy night to die in the Fifth Street Station House, and Sergeant Snyder swore that on the morn- ing of the 1 8th of March he found Mary lying sick on the floor in the station house. She was in dis- tress, and said : " * For God's sake, have some one do something for me!* and in the midst of her crying and mourning she gave birth to a child." — N. Y. Herald. But " the private stables of Mr. Belmont, Bonner, and many other gentlemen are made of black walnut, beautifully furnished, and nicely warmed. The horses are clothed in soft, white blankets, and fed and cleaned with the regularity of clockwork. I am endeavoring to have all other animals well cared for, too, and to accomplish this I caused the arrest of a private coach- man to-day, and detained the carriage in front of A. T. Stewart's, because the driver had driven tacks in the side of the bridle, which pricked and chafed the horse, compelling him to keep his head straight. If cars are overloaded the horses will be stopped, and the B 26 people will have to walk." — Mr, Humane {T) BergJC Letter, III. " A woman, who up to the time of our going to press had not been identified, was found dead yesterday morning on a door- step in Thirty - fourth street. The deceased evidently wandered from some of the poorer wards in search of employment, and from her emaciated ( ondition it is probable she had not tasted food for several days. It is thought that poverty and starvation caused her death. The body, scantily clothed in a few rags, lies unclaimed in the Morgue." — N. Y. Sun, But "Mrs. Livingstone's elegant and fashionable reception and german, at her palatial Fifth avenue man- sion on Monday evening, was too gorgeous for description. Many of the ladies' toilets came from Worth's, and cost fabulous srms, and the flowers which draped the rooms —all rare exotics — must have cost a small fortune. Among the guests sparkling with jewels was Mrs. Lawrence, whose bridal trousseau^ when she was married last week, is said to have cost [?) BergIC to the time s had not ound dead 1 a door- •th street. ' wandered orer wards ment, and )ndition it ^eral days. ;aused her few rags, legant and d german, sniie man- g, was too ti. Many ame from lous sums, [raped the must have sparkling trousseauy have cost I 27 $7,000. The rare and expensive wines which cheered the occasion, some of them costing as high as $20 per bottle, astonished even the connoisseurs:'— Home Journal. IV. " Bellevue Hospital is often crowded to excess with sick, so much so that patients suffer through bad air and inattention. ***** " It is impossible to warm the Tombs, or to keep it from being damp, unwholesome, and sickly; and until an appropriation of at least $50,000 is made by the city, prisoners must continue to be crowded together and continue to suffer, especially in cold weather, beneath damp bed-clothes."— i?^/^;V Commissioners of Charities and Correction. But "the Park Commissioner is of opinion that it will cost $5,000,000 to complete the new Natural History buildings in Central Park, to give ample room for the minerals, fossils, and live animals. The 7m/d animals of the zoological collection take up a large amount of room in the Park buildings, and it costs the city a great deal of money to feed them and keep them properly warmed, but they are a source of great amusement to the nurses and children."— /'^r/j Com- missioner's Report. A FIFTH AVENUE EPISODE. Miss Livingstone was calling on the Fifth Avenue Woffingtons yesterday afternoon. As she stepped out of her bottle-green laudaulet to walk up the Woffington brown-stone portico, a swarm of sparrows from Union Square chirped and twittered over her head and up along the eaves. The sparrows v/ere dodging about after flies and worms — something substantial — while Miss Livingstone's mind never got beyond her lace overskirt and the artificials on her Paris hat. "It's perfectly drefful, Edward!" she observed to the bell-boy as she shook out her skirts in the hall — "howible!" Then flopping herself into a blue satin chair she exclaimed : " I do hate those noisy spaw'ows, Mis. Woffington. They'r beastly — perfectly atwocious!" " But you know they destroy the worms, Miss Liv- ingstone ; they kill millions of 'em — ^just live on *em. Now, wouldn't you rather have the sparrows than the worms. Miss Livingstone ? Wouldn't you ?" " No, I wouldn't, Mrs. Woffington. Just look at my new brown silk — the nasty, noisy things ! I " " But worms eat trees and foliage and fruit. Miss Livingstone. They destroy " (( "-T They don't eat silk dresses, Mrs. Woffington, and they don't roost on nine dollar ostrich feathers and • 28 29 h Avenue ^pped out Voffington Dm Union i and up ing about il — while her lace • served to he hall — •lue satin spaw'ows, vocious!" kliss Liv- ; on *em. than the )k at my uit, Miss jton, and liers and I 1 thirty dollar hats, do they? I'm for the worms, I tell you, and I don't care who knows it ! I hate spaw'ows!" " VVell, I hate worms, I do. I hate " Just then Miss Livingstone's brother— a swell mem- ber of the Knickerbocker club — Eugene Augustus Livingstone, entered, interrupting the sentence, when both ladies turned on him and exclaimed: " Oh, Mr. Livingstone, we were discussing sparrows and worms, 'and we refer the question to you. Now answer, which had you rather have — sparrows or worms ?" "Well, weally I kont say, ladies. Weally, 'pon m' honor I kont, yeu kneuw— yeu kneuw. I never had " "But which do you think you'd rather have, Mr. Livingstone ? Which " "I weally kont say, ladies, for I never had the spawows — at least, not since I can remember ; but the worms " "Oh, Mr. Livingstone!" and then poor Eugene Au- gustus had to open the window and sprinkle ice-water all over two fainting Worth dresses, which looked as if some careless milliner had let them drop — a woman sinker in each holding it to the carpet. A LONESOME MAN. i s/l BANK DEPOSITORS. In Denver, years ago — when Denver was made up of a popu- lation of robbers and gamblers and adventurers — there used to be a miners' bank — a bank where miners deposited bags of gold dust, or sold it for currency. In the bank, before the teller's window, there sat, one day, a forlorn, dejected, woe-begone looking old miner — a seedy old forty-niner. He wore an old faded slouch hat, about the color of his tangled, sun-browned beard. He never spoke as the other miners came in and ex- changed their dust for coin, and no one spoke to him. He was a personified funeral — a sad, broken-hearted man. As this sad miner sat there, one day, smoking his pipe, and seemingly oblivious to anything, a young man entered and jauntily handed in his bag of dust. " It weighs six hundred and eighty dollars, Mr. John- son," said the teller, taking it from the scales. "All right; give me credit on the books," said the young man, moving towards the door. But, turning on his heel in the doorway, he paused a moment, put his hand thoughtfully across his brow, and said : " I beg your pardon, sir ; but it seems to me you 30 1 31 EPOsrroRs. one day, miner — a id slouch id beard. I and ex- e to him. a-hearted smoking a young of dust. ^r. John- said the , turning nent, put I I made a little mistake in paying me last week, didn't you ?" " No,, sir, we never err, sir ; and if we did, sir, it's too late to correct it now. You should have spoken about it at the time," replied the teller, coolly. "But, sir, I'm positive that you paid me ninety dol- lars too much. Suppose you weigh the last week's bag again," urged the young man. "Oh, if the mistake was that way, perhaps we did," replied the teller, putting the bag of gold dust on the scales again. " Godness ! I did make a mistake. Just ninety dollars and " " Here's your money," interrupted the young man, throwing down the amount in coin. "I'm very much obliged," said the teller; "for the mistake would have come out of my wages when we came to balance. I cannot thank you too much." The only man watching the transaction was the old slouch-hatted miner. He arose, fastened his eyes on the young man, then came and watched him pay the money back. Surprise filled his countenance. His eyes opened wide, and his lips fell apart with astonishment. Then, looking the honest young man straight in the face, he exclaimed: "Stranger, don't you feel mighty lone- some 'round here?" "^lonLome?-'''' I me you SARATOGA SPRING FASHIONS. bo of For the benefit of many young ladies who remain away from Saratoga, that beautiful spot where " The weary cease from troubling and the wicked are at rest," I send the following account of the latest watering place fashions: " Shoes are worn high in the neck, flounced with point aquille lace, cut on the bias. High heels are common in Saratoga, especially in the hop room. Cot- ton hose, open at the top, are very much worn, some of them having as many as three holes in them. Cot- ton plows are not seen. " Children — Are made very forward this year, but they are very often dispensed with entirely for quiet toilets. They are too loud. A neat thing in babies can be made of drab pongee, gored and puckered to match the panier. Little boys ruffled, fluted, and cut on the bias to match the underskirt are very much worn. Many are worn all down to living skeletons by such fashionable ladies as Miss Management, Miss Usage, Miss Behavior, Miss Doing, and Miss Guid- ance. "Bonnets — Are worn high — none less than $35. They are made high in the instep and cut d^collet^ in front, trimmed with the devilknowswhat. Low neck 3g 88 10 remain B at rest," watering iced with heels are •m. Cot- )rn, some Tfi. Cot- year, but for quiet in babies :kered to and cut iry much etons by nt, Miss 5S Guid- bonnets with paniers are no longer worn. The front of the bonnet is now invariably worn behind. I ** Lovers — Are once more in the fashion. They are worn on the left side for afternoon toilets, and directly in front for evening ball-room costume. A nice thing in lovers can be made of hair (parted in the middle), a sickly moustache, bosom pin, cane and sleeve but- tons, dressed in checked cloth. Giant intellects are not fashionable in Saratoga this season. The broad, mass- ive, thick skull is generally preferred. The old lover trimmed with brains, character, and intelligence is no longer worn. *' Dresses — Are not worn long — none over two days. They are trimmed with Wooster Street sauce, looped up with Westchester County lace, with monogram on 'em. Shake well and drink while hot. Inclose twenty-five cents for circular. " Eli de Perkins, Modist. " Hotel des Etats Unis, Saratoga, August, 1875." an $35. collets in 3w neck i ABOUT CHILDREN. Yesterday Miss Miller said her friend, Mrs. Thompson, was wrapped up in a beautiful camel's hair shawl which she said she paid $2,000 for at Stewart's. "That's noth- ing at all," said my Uncle Con- sider. "I know a lady up in Litchfield who is wrapped up in a beautiful home-made baby that she won't take $200,000 for!" Uncle Consider is crazy on home-made things. OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM. I i LITTLE NELL. Little Nellie, whom we all see every day dancing around the parlors, won her mother's permission to sit up in the ball-room every night for a week, by prov- ince that she had four fathers. How did she do it ? This was the way : 34 • . 85 " Now, ma, I have one more father than no little girl, haven't I? "Yes, pet." " Well, no little girl has three fathers ; and if I have . one more father than no little girl, then I must have T E R D A Y four fathers." iller said 1 n «■ , Alas ! we've all got forefathers, but little Nellie went ;nd, Mrs. son, was i up in a i\ camel's iwl which I she paid D for at 's. it's noth- all," said cle Con- " I know up ? n me-made ngs. dancing ission to by prov- a step farther than us all in her logic. SIMPLICITY. Another little girl toddled up to a venerable " mother in Israel " yesterday who was lean- ing over engaged in reading, and, smoothing her little hand cautiously over the old lady's beautiful silver hair, she said: "Why, ou has dot such fun- ny hair — ou has." Then, paus- ing a moment, she looked up and inquired, "What made it so white?" " Oh, the frosts of many win- ters turned it white, my little girl," replied the old lady. " Didn't it hurt ou?" asked the little thing, in child- ish amazement. Tt was the first time she had ever "OU'S DOT FUNNY HAIR !" seen gray hair. CHILDREN HALF PRICE. One day I took a crowd of children in Saratoga 36 down to see Ben the educated pig. Among them was little Johnny Wall, who has always been troubled be- cause he had no little sister to play with. When he asked his mother to get him a little sister, ^^^^^^ "^ ^ bhe always put him off with : " Yes, Johnny, when children get cheap I'll buy you a little sister. You must wait." So to-day when Mr. Jarvis "OH. UNTLE ELi!" rcad these letters on Educated Ben's tent — I so I Children half price — 15 cents. little Johnny jumped straight up and down, clapped his hands, and exclaimed : " Oh, Untie Eli ! now mamma can buy a itty sister for me, for itty children ain't only hai. price now — only 15 cents." AMBITIOUS CHILDREN. When Johnny came back, his mother showed him a picture of a jackass with long ears in a picture-book, when this colloquy occurred : " Does ou see itty dackass, mamma, stan'in' all loney in ze picsur?" asked the little three-year old. "Yes, dear." " Oh, mamma,. Nursey been tellin' Donney all about 87 them was mbled be- I sister to asked his ttle sister, r with : I children u a little Ir. Jarvis Educated , clapped ittty dackasB. He ha-n't any mamma to make him dood, an' no kind nursey 't all. Poor itty dackass hasn't dot no Bidzet to dess him c'ean an' nice, an' he hasn't any overtoat yike Donney's 'tall. Oo solly, mamma?" " Yes, dear, I am very sorry. Poor itty dackass ! Dot nobody 't all to turl his hair pritty, has he, Donney? an* he hasn't dot no soos or tockies on his foots. Dot to yun an' tick all day in 'e dirt. Tan't ever be put to seepy in his itty beddy 't all, 'an—" "O mamma!" interrupted Johnny. "What, baby?" "I wiss I was a itty dackass." DONNBV. Itty sister ce now — ed him a ure-book, all loney all about wm 4 ■111 SERVANTGALISM. A LADY writes that she has great trouble with her servant girls. She says she has only herself, husband, and little girl, but that it takes just as many servants to keep house as if she had a dozen in the family — that is, she must keep a cook, nurse, chambermaid, and a girl to dust around and attend the door-bell. " Now, Mr. Perkins," she asks, " how can I get two good, old- fashioned girls, who will work together and run my little house?" I don't know, my good lady, unless you advertise. Suppose you put this advertisement in the Herald to- morrow, and see the result: COOK WANTED. A woman in respectable circumstances, living on Lexington av- enue, and who can give good references from the last lady who worked for her, wishes a situation as mistress over two young ladies. The advertiser has a husband and one child, but if the child is an objection, it will be sent out to board. The ladies who consent to enter into the alliance will have full management of the house. They will be allowed to employ an inferior person to assist them in doing their own washing and ironing, provided they will allow the advertiser to put in a few small pieces, such as collars, cuffs, and baby clothes. The advertiser will assist in the heavy work, such as wiping down the stairs, building fires, and such other labor as may be considered unbecoming in a lady. A 38 39 has great ;irls. She »band, and it as many she had a , she must maid, and I. " Now, good, old- l run my gentleman of color will be in attendance to wash door-steps, scrub stairs, clean knives and dishes, carry water and run on errands. The young ladies will have Sundays and Saturday afternoons to themselves, and can use the back parlor for evening company during the week, provided the advertiser can use it in the morning. In case the young ladies desire to give a party, the advertiser, after giving up the keys of the wine-cellar and larder, will spend the night at the hotel. If the young ladies have relatives, they can supply them with flour, chickens, and vegetables from the common larder. Presents will be exchanged on Christmas, and the young ladies can have a set of jewelry or a point lace underskirt on Easter morning. Candidates will please send address to No. • - Lexington aventie, when the advertiser will call on them with her recommendations and certificates of good character. advertise. Jerald to- xington av- t lady who two young b«t if the The ladies lanagement rior person J, provided )ieces, such 11 assist in g fires, and a lady. A UPPERTENDOM. i JULIA. ELI VERKINS ON SHODDY PEOPLE — HE MOURNS BECAUSE HE IS NOT RICH. Last night I made a fashionable call on a fashionable young lady — not one of your intellectual young ladies, who takes pride in brains and literature and travel and music, but one of our real " swell " girls, who dotes on good clothes and dia- monds and laces, and who bathes daily in a bath tub of Caswell and Hazard's cologne; who keeps a Spanish poodle, dyes her hair yellow, wears a four-inch Elizabethan ruffle, and has her face powdered with real pearl powder, specked with black court-plaster. My dear Julia sat under the mild light of an opal shade, fanned herself with a twenty-inch Japanese fan, and discoursed-— oh, so sweetly ! By her side sat Eugene Augustus Livingstone, of the Jockey Club. She told me everything — how the Browns had sailed for Paris; how the lace on Mrs. Fuller's dress cost $3,000; how Mrs. Jones had a new Brewster landaulet ; how Miss Fielding was flirting with Mr. Munson; how all the girls were going up to Thomas's concerts, and " "Is Thomas going to give the Ninth Symphony?" I asked. "Oh, yes; he's going to give them all — the ninth and tenth; and won't they be jolly?" 40 41 S BECAUSE nable call lot one of who takes md travel 1 " swell " ; and dia- ; daily in a s cologne; dyes her lizabethan ered with ister. f an opal anese fan, at Eugene She told for Paris; coo; how how Miss V all the d " hony?" I the ninth "Is he going to give the Symphony in D minor?" "Oh, nao ! not in Deminer, Mr, Perkins, but in Cen- tral Park Garden; too lovely, ain't it?" "I understand," I said, "that they are going to have the 'Dead March in Saul.' " "Why, I didn't know that the dead ever marched anywhere, Mr. Perkins ! How can they ? Well, I don't care how much the dead march in Saul if they don't get up and march around in Central Park Garden. I " " How did you like the Church Musicals, Mr. Liv- ingstone ?" I asked. ' O, they're beastly — perfectly beastly — haw- a-ble. They make one so confounded sleepy that yeou kon't keep awake, yeou kneuw — dre'fulbore— dre'ful!" "What book are you reading now. Miss Julia?" I asked, delighted to be able to converse with a literary young lady. "O, I'm running over one of Dumas's — awful bores though, ain't they? Dre'ful stupid!" "Shall you read Never Again., Miss Julia?" " Never again ? I should hope so — a good many times again. How sarcastic you are — perfectly atro- cious!" "Do you read Once a Week 2'^ " Once a week ! Why, I hooe I do, Mr. Perkins. I hope " "Perhaps you read Every Saturday^ Miss Julia?" " No, I read Sundays — read novels and society papers — all about balls and parties — ain't they nice?" EUGENE AUGUSTUS. 42 " But, speaking of intellectual feasts, Miss Julia, how do you like the genial Lamb ?" "O, lamb — the tender lamb — lamb and green peas! They're too lovely; and sweetbread and asparagus and " "And the philosophical Bacon, on which the hungry souls of England have fed for almost a century?" *' Ves, that lovely English bacon ! don't mention it, Mr. Perkins! A rasher of that English bacon, with English breakfast tea, and " And so Julia rattled on. I was delighted. I wanted to stay and lalk with Augustus and Julia forever. I loved to sit at the feet of wisdom and discourse upon the deep philosophy of hair dyes and pearl powder, and to roam with Julia through classic shades of pan- nierdom, and belt and buckledom. Eugene Augustus now invited Julia to treat us with music — " some lovely gem culled from — from what the Dickens is the opera by — by the fairy-fingered what's- his-nanie, you know." "Do, Miss Julia, do sing us that divine song about the moon — do!'' pleaded Augustus. Then Julia flirted up her panniers behind, coquettishly wiggle-waggled to a Chickering Grand, and sang: When ther moo-hoon is mi-hild-ly 1 >heam-ing O'er ther ca-halm and si-hi-lent se-e-e-a, Its ra-dyunce so so-hoft-ly stree-heam-ing, Oh ther-hen, oh ther-hen I thee-hink Hof thee-hee I thee-hink I thee-hink I thee-he-he-hehehehe-hink hof theeeeeeee ! ! 43 Julia, how reen peas ! asparagus :he hungry tury?" nention it, aeon, with I wanted forever. I 3urse upon rl powder, es of pan- at us with 1 what the ed what's- ong about )quettishly ng: " Beautiful, Miss Julia ! Beautiful ! !" and we all clap- ped our hands. "Do please sing another verse — it's perfectly divine, Miss Julia," said Eugene Augustus. ^ Then Julia raised her golden (dyed) head, touched the white ivory with her jeweled fingers, and warbled : i When the sur-hun is brigh-hi-hight-ly glowing O'er the se-hene so dear-hear to meee, And swee-heet the wee-hind is blo-ho-hoing, Oh ther-hen, oh ther-hen I thee-hink Hof thee-hee, I thee-hink I thee-hink I thee-he-he hehehehchehe-hink hohohohohohoho hoho h-o-f theeeeeeeeeeeeee I ! ! ' ! ! "Beautiful! Just too lovely!!" As Julia finished the st " theeeeeeee" her father, who grew up from an office boy to be a great dry goods merchant, entered. He'd been out to an auction, buying some genuine copies of works of art by the old masters. "I tell ye'r what, says he, "them Raf- fells is good, an' Mikel Angelo he could paint too — he " "Did you buy an Achenbach, Mr. Thompson ?" asked Augustus. " * Buy an akin* back ?' I guess not. I don't want no akin' backs, nor rheumatism, nor " "And was there a Verboeckoven ?" I inquired. "No, sir; there wa'n't no Verboecks hove in — they "them raffells!" I 44 ain't a hovin' in Verboecks now. Money is tight an' paintin's is riz." " Ah, did you buy any^ Church's or Worms?" " Buy churches and worms ! What the devil do I want to buy churches and worms for? I'm buyin* works of art, sir. I'm buying " "Ah! perhaps you bought some Coles, and may be an English Whistler?" " Me buy coals and an English whistler ! No, sir ; I'm not a coal dealer. I'm a dry goods man — A. B. Thompson & Co., dry goods, sir, and I can do my own whistling, and And so Mr. Thompson went on ! But alas! how could I, a poor author, commune farther with this learned encyclopedia of beautiful calico and grand old cheese, and pure and immaculate salera- tus, and sharp and pointed needles } — I, who cannot dance the German or buy a " spiked " team ! Alas! I sigh as the tears roll down my furrowed cheeks, what profit is it to know the old masters — to commune with Phidias — to chant the grand old hex- ameter of the Iliad, when you cannot buy and own them? I am a poor, ruined man. I cannot buy — I cannot build — I cannot decorate ! I can only sit and weep in sackcloth and ashes, at the shrine of the beautiful and the true. ' Eli Doloroso. I '* i li I is tight an* ?" devil do I I'm buyin' nd may be ! No, sir; man — A. B. do my oVn commune atiful calico ilate salera- who cannot n! ly furrowed masters — to d old hex- y and own not buy — I >nly sit and ine of the OLOROSO. i 1 LETTER FROM ANT CHARITY. Aunt Charity's letter from the Perkins* Farm in Litchfield county ! I give it just as written, for I love my maiden aunt, who stays on the old farm, runs the Episcopal church, boards all the school-marms, and keeps splendid pre- serves and sweetmeats for all her nephews when they visit the old homestead. E. P. Perkins' Farm, Litchfield Co., Ct., May 25. £/i Perkins: My dear Nevy — Yours received. While your Uncle Consider was in Afriky your maden Aunt Ruth and I thot wed get up an expedishun to New York to do sum Spring tradin'. We spent 4 weeks at the 5 th Heavenue. We are glad to get back to Litchfield County whare there is not so much commerce and good clothes, out whare intel- leck is highly prized, and whare virtue and piety shines on the forehead of society — so to speak. We are glad to get 15 ANT CHARITY. 46 back whare it don't take loo yards to make a dress, whare fair women don't paint their faces, and wharc dark women don't ware golden hair. While many are ambishus to worship at the shrine of the godess of Fashion, I am willin* to stay away from the old girl forever. I don't want to ware white lips in the mornin* and cherry-colored lips in the after- noon. I don't think it is right to ware strate u^ oSes with no busts in the mornin' and stun the innocent men with full busts like the Venus Medechy in the evenin'. I don't think it is Christian for young fellers to hold your hands, and put their arms around your waste, and hug you tite in the evenin' round dances, when it is konsidered hily onproper for a young lady even to smile at a feller out of a third-story winder in the mornin'. No ! no ! ! Eli, such fashuns is not founded onto the gospel. Search the good book thru an' you can't find a passage which justifies heels over two inches hi'. Examine the pen-ta-took from Generations to Revolu- tions an' you won't find enny excuse for young ladies bucklm' on automatic umbrellas in place of swords, or wearin' l6o bonnets made out of two straws, a daisy, an' a suspender buckle. You ask me how we succeeded in buyin' things. We can't say much for New York as a tradin' port. New London is far cheaper. First we went to Messur De Go-Bare's, the man dressmaker, for we wanted to sho' our Litchfield nabers the highflyingist stiles of the Empire City. " Vot veel I show ze madame ?" asked M. Go-Bare, a-smilin' sweetly. ni; i to ni} 47 ake a dress, and wharc t the shrine ) stay away i ware white in the after- rate u^ oses he innocent echy in the ing fellers to your waste, s, when it is i^en to smile mornin'. unded onto L* you can't > inches hi'. to Revolu- oung ladies of swords, ws, a daisy, things, radin' port. the man ield nabers '.. Go-Bare, " Dresses," scz I, in a firm tone — " I want you to make me four dresses." " Dresses for ze morning or for ze evening, ma- dame ?" "Why, good dresses, sir — dresses for all day — caresses to wear from six o'clock in the mornin' till nine at night," I replied with a patrishun air. " Ough ! zen ze madame will have ze polonaise^ ze wattcau wiz ze gratide panicr^ and ze sleet' a la Marie Antoinette and " " Yes, everything," sez I, carelessly ; " and now, my good man, how many yards will it take?" " We^ madame, it will take for ze grande dress 176 (what you dam call him }) yards. Oh ! I veel make ze madame one habit magnifique, one " "What, 176 yards for one dress!" I exclaimed, holdin' my breath. '"''We^ we" explained the man-tailor, rubbing his hands. "Zat is wiz ze polonaise^ ze watteauy ze paniery ze flounce, cut in ze Vandykes " Good heavens, man ! must I have all these things ? — and what will they all cost?" I exclaimed, tryin' to con- ceal my emoshun. " Ough ! a veere little, Madame — only seventeen-fifty wiz all ze rare lace on ze flounces, and " "Gracious, Charity, that is cheap," sez Ant Ruth, takin' off her glasses and a-lookin' at the patterns. " Seventeen-f-i-f-t-y ! Why, Charity, ANT RUTH. i4 48 I shud a thot that $65 was a small figer for all these fixins." "Can't you put on somethin' more, my good man?" sez I. " The Perkinses is able, and we are willin' to go to thirty or forty." '*Yees, madame, I can put ze Jabot of ve-ree fine lace in ze neck — «//, troisy dix plaits." "All right; what else?" sez I, whirlin' my pocket- book carelessly. "We can catch up ze skirt and ze flounces with bows " "S — sb ! man, do you think I'll have beaux catchin' up my flounces? Shame! insultin, base man!" I ex- claimed, as I felt the skarlet tinge of madenhood play upon my alabaster cheek. " No, sir, we want no beaux catchin* up our flounces," sez Ant Ruth ; •' we " • " Pardon, madame ; I mean ze bows will hold up ze flounces, ze bov/s " " No, tha won't, insultin* Frenchman ! Do you know you address a Perkins?" and Ant Ruth and I turned a witherin* look at the monster and walked, blushin', to the door. "Nine — nine!" exclaimed a young German woman from Europe, wildly ketchin' hold of our clothes. " You nix fustand putty goot Mister Go-Bare. He no means vot you dinks. You coomes pack again and de shintlemans explains vot you no understand. Coome !'* We re-entered the abode of fashun again. " What else can you put on to add to the expense "or all these jood man?" e willin' to ve-ree fine my pocket- 3unces with lux catchin' lan !" I ex- mhood play ir flounces," hold up ze you know d I turned d, blushin', nan woman )ur clothes, re. He no again and understand. he expense ""^W 41) of this dress ?" scz I, in a soothing tone. '* Scventeen- fifty is loo cheap for nic. I'm willing to go to twenty- five." " Oh, 7tv, madame, ze round point on ze flounces — he comes very high — zat will make ze dress twent- two." "Nothing else? But do stop talkin' about high flounces!" sez aunt Ruth, the color returning to her cheeks again. " IP\', Madame. You can have ze side plaits, ze kelting, ze gores, ze grande court train, ze petite gos- set on ze elbow, ze bias seam up ze back, and — " " Heavens, man, have mercy on us ! Still more you say ?" exclaimed Aunt Ruth. " IVe, verec much more. You can have ze rar-ee flowers a la Nilsson, an' ze point aguille vill make ze dress of one grande high price — grande enough for ze Grande Duchessey " Wall, how high will the price be then, my good man ?" sez Aunt Ruth. " Vingt-six — tweenty-sex, madame. Ce n^est pas trh cJtei\ madame /" "O! no, my good man, twenty-six is cheap enough. It beats New London tradin' to death. Now give us the change," sez Aunt Ruth, handin' hmi a $50 bill on the New London First National. " Man dieif^ madame ! Zis is not change enuff. Zis is nothing. Zis grande dress cost ten — fifty times more !" "Gracious! man, didn't you say twenty-six?" in- quired Aunt Ruth, c 60 "Oh, 7VC — wc — 7VC — madame, but he cost twenty-six hundred — $2600 !" Eli, I've got thru tradin' in New York. Why, our whole crop of hay, corn, and maple sugar v/udent bi over two such dresses. Don't talk to me any more about sity fashuns ! Litchfield County will do for me, and my old bombazine, with a new polonaise^ will do for our chuich for many years to come. It's good enuff. Yours affeckshunate. Charity Perkins. I twcnty-six THE LITERARY GIRL. Why, our • v/udcnt bi e any more do for me, liscy will do It's good Perkins. \ MISS ADAMS. Tin: Boston young lady has arrived in New York. I mean the real literary young lady — the Siege of Troy girl. She grew up in Boston and graduated ^f at Vassar College last year. She weais JjMt' eye glasses, and is full of wisdom. She scans Homer, rattles the verb "lipo" like the multiplication tables, sings Anacreon to the old Greek melodies, and puts up her hair after the Venus of Milo. There is no end to her knowledge of the classical dictionary, and when it comes to Charles Lamb or Sidney Smith — who never wrote much, but got the credit of every good joke in England — she can say their jokes as a Catholic says his beads. If you ask her how she likes babies, she answers : "'How.'' Well, as Charles Lamb remarked,*! like 'em b—b— boiled.' " Ask her anything, and she will always lug in a quotation from some pedantic old fool like Dr. John- son or Swift or Jack Bunsby, just to show you that she is up in literature, and that you are — green. Not a single original idea, but one constant " as Socrates said," or "as Pluto remarked," or "as Diog- enes observed." Yesterday one of our absurd and ignorant New 51 52 ; M m^ li York young ladies got hold of the pedantic business, and suggests this wretched paraphrase on Miss Boston's language : " Do you love music, Miss Julia '" asked Jack Astor. " Well, ' yes,' as the poet observed." '* How many times have you been engaged since Christmas ?" "'Six,' as Mr. Dab'all pathetically remarked in his arithmetic." "Do you dance the round dances?" continued Mr. Astor, "'No,'" said Julia, and then she remarked, "as the Lord Mayor of London quietly observed as John Ruskin asked him for the loan of four dollars." The Boston girl is so well posted that she wins triumphs over you by a sort of literary *' bluff " game. She attributes sharp quotations to distinguished men, and, conscious chat you dare not question their au- thenticity, of course she "bluffs" you right down. When you go to your home and read up, and find she has really " bluffed " you, of course you are too genteel to mention it, and so this Boston girl goes on pluming herself at the expense of New York gallantry. Yesterday the Boston girl was at it again. Some- body asked her who was the oldest, Methuselah or Deuteronomy ? " Why, Barnes, the commentator, says * Deuteronomy came before Numbers ' — and of course he's too old to be computed." Now, I knew she lied, but still I had a doubt about it. I didn't want to break out and say Deu- teronomy came after Numbers, and then have those miserable Boston fellows say, with that terrible up- ward inflection, "How are you- Eli Perkins.?" O! no. But when I got home I sent over to a gen- tleman on Fifth Avenue, who I understood had a : business, >s Boston's stmas ?" rithnietic." stor. Lord Mayor for the loan she wins iff " game. >hed men, their au- ht down. and find I are too •1 goes on gallantry. 1. Some- uselah or iteronomy ; too old a doubt say Deu- ave those rible up- is?" O! ) a gen- d had a i 5 53 Bible to lend, and got the Pentateuch— and, sure enough, just my luck, that miserable, pedantic, specta- cled Boston girl was right. The fact is, they are always right, and that is what produces so much profanity in New York. Then how they can show off their Bibli- cal knowledge and bug-and-spiderology ! The other night Miss Boston took off her eye-glasses and asked me three square catechism questions which displayed a Biblical knowledge that made my head swim. "Who is the shortest man mentioned in the Bible, Mr. Perkins.?" she commenced. "The shortest man.?" said I. **Why, I know. It was Nehemiah or Mr. What's-his-name, the Shuhite. It was " " No, sir, it was Peter," interrupted the Boston girl. "He carried neither gold nor silver in his purse. "Who was the straightest man.?" "Was it Joseph," I asked, ''when he didn't fool with Mrs. Potiphar.?" "No, it was Joseph, afterwards, when they made a ruler of him. " But, now, tell me, Eli, what man in the Bible felt the worst.?" "Was it Job, Miss Boston.?" "No, sir; it was Jonah. He was down in the mouth for days." It was this same Boston girl who years ago said Cain never could sit down on a chair," and when they asked her " Why .?" she said : " Why, because he wasn't Abel." 54 »iji,i m ^1' Then one of our wicked New York fellows got mad, and asked Miss Adams, "Why is it impossible to stop the Connecticut River?" "Is it owing to the extreme heat and density of the atmosphere?" asked Miss Adams. " No, but because — why, b-e-c-a-u-s-e — dam it you can't ! " And speaking of rivers, Miss Adams, do you know why there will never be e.i^y chance for the wicked to skate in the next world?" "Because the water will be tot warm and thin?" " No ; but because how in H — H — Harlem can they?" • If you sit down by this Boston girl and don't behave like a minister, she don't get mad : nd pout. O ! no. She says, " Mr. Perkins, shall I repeat you a few lines from Saxe ?" and then she goes on — Why can'^ you be sensible, Eli ! I don't like men's arms on my chair. Be still ! if you don't stop this nonsense, I'll get up and leave you— so there ! And when you take out a solitaire ring, or try "to seal the vow," or something of that sort, as New York fellows alwa)'S try to do with almost every Boston girl who coires here, she looks up blushingiy, and, in the laugua;5e of Swinburne, poetically remarks : There ! somebody's coming — don't look so— Get up on your own chair again — CafiU you seem as if nothing had happened? I n,^'ev sav.' such geese as you jne... ! 4 "ellows got impossible density of am it you you know he wicked id thin?" irlem can and don't and pout. )eat you a 1 — Dr try "to , as New ost every Dlushingiy, '■ remarks : I? I I UNCLE CONSIDER AS A CRUSADER. HOW HE JOINED THE LADIES. This morning Uncle Consider returned from the temperance crusade in the West. "What have you been doing, Uncle.''" I asked as the old man sat p ''hing his German silver glasses with his red bandana handkerchief. ** I've been crusadin' with the temp 'ranee wimmen, Eli — been 'stab- Uishing temp 'ranee bar-rooms for religious people, and — " "Where — a— bouts, Uncle.?" I interrupted. "Why, over in Springfield, where Abe Linkum's monument is. Thar these wimmen war a processin' around in a great crowd. As they kum by the de^o' I asked one of the pretty gals whar the soin' society waz. * Whear you all crusadin' to ?' sez I. " ' Crusadin' to !' sez she, ' Why, we ain't a crusadin' anywhere; we are a visitin' saloons — licker-saloons. 55 " i'm jes ready to cruise around with pretty, gallus- lookin' girls.'' 56 We are organized to put down whiskey. Won't you jine in, old man?* " I told *er I wud. Sez I, * Young woman, that's me zackly. I'm jes reddy to cruise 'round with pretty, gallus-lookin' gals any time, and, as fur visitin' saloons, I'm jes t'ome thar, too I've visited a dog-on many saloons in my day, and, when it comes to puttin' down whiskey, young woman,' sez I, * I s'pose I kin put down more whiskey, an' hard cider, an* Jamaky rum than * U I No, no, old man ! we want you to pray in the saloons — pray for the rumsellers and ' « ( All right,* sez I, * that's me agin. I've preyed 'round all the rumsellers and into all the saloons in New York, from Harry Hill's to Jerry Thomas's, for years, and it's jes nothin' but boy's play to prey 'round these little country saloons.' "'But who's to furnish the money, young woman.?' sez I. " Money, old man ? Why, this is a labor of love,' sez she, a col'ring up — *a priceless priv'lege — "without money and without price," an' ' U i All ri^ht,' sez I. 'I'm jes suited now. Preyin' 'round saloons and puttin' down whiskey " without money and without price " jes suits me. Z-a-c-k-1-y so ! Put me down a life-member.' "'And you say it's all free and don't cost a cent, young woman ?" sez I, hesitatin' like. " ' No, sir, old man. Virtue is its only reward. Go and crusade, and humanity will thank you for doin' it — posterity will heap benedictions upon you — the great 4 re yo Won't you n, that's me ;vith pretty, ;in' saloons, )g-on many uttin' down I put clown maky rum 3ray in the Ve preyed saloons in omas's, for >rey 'round g woman?* •r of love,' — " without r. Prey in' " without 5-a-c-k-l-y 'St a cent, 57 reformers for centuries to come will rize u^^ and call you blessed and ' '"Nuf sed, young woman,' sez I, and then I jes handed my perlice to the stage-man and jined in. I preyed 'round 96 rumsellers and into 180 saloons— puttin' down whiskey and beer and rum an' merlasses in ev'ry one, till I lost all 'count of myself or anybody else until the station-house keeper told me about it the next mornin*. "An' now, Eli," said Uncle Consider, looking over his glasses very mournfully, "if them thar crusadin' wimmen kum 'round you to get you to help them prey 'round saloons and 'stablish temp 'ranee bar-rooms, you jes don't go. Now, you mind me. Don't you go 'round singin* " • On Jordan's stormy bank I stand,' but you jes stay at home and sing ' I want to be an angei; with Ginral Butler an' Zack Chanler an' me." vard. Go )r doin' it -the great ELI IN LOVE. A TAIL or LOVE, FLIRTING AND DESPAIR. {In Four Chapters.) CHAP. I. " Eli !" " Yes, Julia," I said as I helped my sweet- heart dress the room for her Christmas par- ty- "Well, Eli, I was going to say that I could live in a garret with the man I loved if " "If wiiat, Julia?" I said, handing her up another sprig of cedar. "Why, if it had a nice Otis elevator I could have my meals sent in from monico's and CHAP. II. "Julia!" I said, interrupting her two weeks after the conversation narrated in the previous chapter, " I have something confidential to tell you." "What is it, Eli?" she asked in a low sil- 58 I k PAIR. xye£i ^yh 59 very voice — a kind of German-silvery voice — throwing her beautiful eyes upon me. "Well, Julia," I sighed, "I think— I think, dearest, that I love you. Now do you love me.? Do you.?" "Yes, Eli, I do love you — you know I do," and then she sot down off the chair and flung her alabaster arms around my neck. "I'm very glad, Julia," I said, "for I 1-i-k-e to be loved." "Well, Eli!" But I never said another word. ' CHAP. III. Time passed on. Six weeks afterwards my beloved grasped my hand convulsively, looked in my face and said : " Eli, such devoted, warm-hearted men as you often make me feel very happy." "How, darling.?" I asked, too happy to live. "Why, by keeping away from me, Eli!" CHAP. IV. " Why, O why is this, my beloved .?" I sobbed, one bright spring morning five years afterwards. *' Because, my darling, — father and mother told me that when you called they wanted me to propose " " O Julia, darling, I am thine. Take, O take, your Eli ! Never mind father — never " " But no, Eli, they wanted me to see you and pro- pose — p-r-o-p-o-s-e that you don't come here any more !" Base flirt— I left her— O I left her!! FINIS. i BROWN'S BOYS. CHAPTER r. THE TRIBE IN GENERAL. A BRoWN S BOY. The Brown's Boy is pecu- liar to New York, though every iarge city is infested with Brown's Boys in a great- er or less degree. They were named after Sexton Brown of Grace Church, They are his boys. He keeps them — this dilettante Grace Church sex- ton does — to run swell parties with. He furnishes them with invitations to weddings and parties and receptions. In fact, Brown contracts to furnish Brown's Boys to dance and flirt, and amuse young ladies at parties, just as he contracts to furnish flowers and ushers and pall-bearers at a funeral. How can Mrs. Witherington's party go ofl" weU without a Brown's Boy to lead the German.? They don't have anything in particular to do, Brown's Eoys don't, and it takes them all the time to do it. They don't have much money, but they make believe they have immense incomes. They are looking out for rich wives. They live in cheap rooms, on side-streets, and s\vell in Fifth Avenue parlors. Ask them wiiat they Jo for a living, and they will say, — . 60 I 61 >y IS pecu- k, though s infested in a great- They were I Brown of ley are liis :hem — this urch sex- rell parties them with dings and ntracts to nd amuse to furnish ral. How without a 'on't have don't, and lon't have J immense es. They 1 in Fifth ■ a living, "O, aw — I opewate a little in stawks now and then on Wall street, yeu know." If you go down to Wall street you will never see cr hear of them. In New York they live on the Egyptian plan — that is, they rent a hall bedroom and eat when they are invited; but in Saratoga they swell around in amber kids and white neckties, and spend their time in dancing the German and in noble endeavors to win the affections of some rich young lady. Their whole theory of a noble life is to marry a rich girl and board with her mother — and not be bored l^y her mother. These Brown's Boys are always very religious — from 12 to I on Sundays. At that hour you will see them always religiously — returning from church. You will always see them just coming from or going to church ; but I have consulted the " oldest inhabitant, " who says that up to this time, they have never been visible to the naked eye while engaged in an active state of worship. Brown's Boys are good managers. They all have nice dress suits, and wear immaculate kids. They dance al) the round dances, and, at supper, "corner" enough champagne behind ladies' dresses to last all the evening — even after the champagne is all out, and other people are reduced to lemonade and punch. They never take any one to a party. They come late and alone, but they go for the prettiest girl immedi- ately on their arrival, and run her regular escort out. They don't call that "cheek" — they call it society diplomacy. 62 The theater and opera are the favorite resort of Brown's Boys. They go alone, in swell Ulster over- coats, crush Dunlop hats, and elaborate opera glasses. Here they stand around the doors and aisles, and during the acts visit rich young ladies in their twenty- six-dollar boxes. CHAPTER II. BROWN S DOYS AT PARTIES. Brown's Boys are the dancing men at fashionable parties. They do not talk — they have no ideas — but they do dance the German divinely. They generally accompany some member of the hereditary train of uncertain-aged dancing young ladies, who attend five parties a week, from December to Lent. These dancing girls are generally prettily and often richly dressed, and are the daughters of rich parents, while the dancing fellows are generally poor. They are pensioners on the young ladies, for, when the young ladies forget to send a carriage for them, they invari- ably excuse themselves on the ground of a previous engagement, or smuggle themselves in alone. Still, they are good-looking, generally contrive to wear nice-fitting dress suits, faultless kids, and crush hats. They de- pend upon " the governor," generally, for cigars. They look upon the party as a place to flatter the girls, get a free lunch, smoke good cigars, and ^''corner'' cham- pagne. A Brown's Boy's strong point, as with Achilles, lies in his heels. Though, without any apparent brain, they I resort of Jlster over- era glasses, aisles, and leir twenty- fashionable ideas — but 3er of the )img ladies, )er to Lent. ' and often ch parents, oor. They L the young hey invari- a previous Still, they nice-fitting They de- ars. They e girls, get er'* cham- chilles, lies brain, they chatter cleverly and seem exceedingly smart in com- monplaces. They know, from force of habit, just what to say, and just what to do. If they step on a lady's dress, they say instantly, "Beg pardon. Miss Smith. I thought t/ie train had passed /** '*Ha! ha! Charley, you must learn to wait for the train," Miss Smith remarks as Charley peeps over the banisters to smell the incipient breath of — supper. brown's boys at supper. The dancing men — the professional champagne "cor- nerers " — are never late to supper. Here their discrim- inating genius makes a prodigious display. They never go for c/icap refreshments, but have a weakness for fried oysters, salads, and expensive wood- cock. They take to expensive game wonderfully, and they manage to have it while the non-professional party-goer is picking away at plain sandwiches, cold tongue, mottoes, and cream. A knowledge of Greek and Latin don'f help a man in the giand raffle for woodcock at a New York party, for Brown's Boys are sure to win by tact and society diplomacy. CORNERING CHAMPAGNE. When the wine comes on, then the professional man of heels is in his element. He turns a sweet patron- izing smile upon the caterer, and says, "John, no cider champagne for us, yeu kneuw." John smiles and hands him the first bottle of fine old Roederer. This he generally drinks with the fel- lows, while the ladies are eating in the corner. 64 Now he approaches the caterer and says with a pa- tronizing wink: "John, some more of our kind, yen kneuw," and John hands out two ])ottles more — one to be drunk with the ladies, and the other Charley "corners" with a laugh, behind their dresses. The girls think this is very funny, and they laugh at Charley's coup in high glee. This is a nice provision on the part of the champagne "cornerer," for soon "the governor's" best champagne gives out. Then while the unprofessionals, having ex- hausted everything from cider champagne, through sparkling Catawba, to Set Sherry, are all sipping away at rum punch, Charley is reveling in Widow Clicquot's best. All the girls are laughing, too, and Charley is voted "a deuced smart fellow." Now he is up to the prettiest tricks, even to taking a young lady's hand, or even her mother's. They all say, " It's all right — Charley has been ' cornering* a little too much champagne — that's all. Hal ha!" EXPENSIVE CHARLEY. Let's see what Charley has cost Nellie Smith's gov- ernor to-night. Carriage (which Nellie Smith sent) $5 oo Two woodcock (totally eaten up) ... . . i 50 Salad and oysters (destroyed) i cx) Cigars (smoked and pocketed) t 00 Champagne 12 00 Total for Charley $20 50 Cr. By face and heels lent to Nellie for occasion $20 50 Balance 000 00 I 13 la\ < iJa m> tht I vith a pa- iiiw," and be drunk ers" with nk this is p in high hampagne hampagne aving ex- , through jing away Clicquot's Dharley is to taking They all ig' a little i i eft A KIND old father-in-law on Madison avenue, who is sui)i)orting four or five of Brown's Hoys as sons-in- law, went down to see Barnum's Feejee Cannibals. "Why are they called Cannibals?" he asked of Mr. Barnum. " I^ecause they live off of other people," replied the great showman. " O, I see," replied the unhai)py father-in-law. "Alas ! my four Brown's Boys sons-in-law are Cannibals, too — they live off of me!" ith's gov- $5 00 I 50 I 00 T 00 12 OO $20 50 $20 50 000 00 A BROWN'S BOY IN LOVE. CHARLEY MUNSON. I KNOW a Brown's Boy — Charley Munson — whose pet theory has always been to marry a rich orphan girl with a hard cough — with the consumption. One day he came into my room almost heartbroken. " My pet theory is exploded," he said. "I am discouraged. I want to die." Then the tears rolled down his chcjk. " What is it, Charley ? O, what has happened .>" I asked. "Ohoooo, Eli!" he sobbed, and then he broke down. "But what is it, Charley.** Confide in me," I said, my heart almost breaking in sympathy at his bereave- ment. "Well, my friend, my dear friend, I will tell you all about it." Then he leaned forward, took my hand tremblingly in his, and told me his sad, sad story. "The other day, Eli," he said, "I met a veiy rich young lady — the rich Miss Astor. from Fifth avenue. She was very wealthy — wore laces and diamonds — but, alas! she didn't have any cough to go with them. She had piles of money, but no sign of a cough — no quick consumption — ^just my lurk!" 66 f i i f 3y — Charley Y has always lan girl with onsumption. Q my room plodcd," he Then the ppened?" I 3roke down, le," I said, lis bereaA'e- tell you all i 67 Then he buried his face in his hands. He wept long and loud. « «< « « « * * « * 4e * * * * "What else, Charley?" I asked, after he had re- turned to consciousness, "Well, yesterday, Eli, I met a beautiful young lady from Chicago. She was frail and delicate — had just the cough I wanted — a low, hacking, musical cough. It was just sweet music to listen to that cough. I took her jeweled hand in mine and asked her to be my bride; but alas! in a fa.al moment I learned that she hadn't any money to go with her cough, and 1 had to give her up. I lost her. O, I lost her!" And then the hot scalding tears trickled through his fingers and rolled down on his patent leather boots. tremblingly a veiy rich fth avenue, londs — but, with them, cough — no n( 3^ BROWN'S BOYS IN NEW YORK. THE TIRING-OUT DODGE. They don't have any money themselves, Brown's Boys don't, and consequently they are looking for rich wives. They are handsome fellows, and always man- age to keep all the pretty girls "on a string," but they never propose. They never come right out like us honest fellows, and ask a young lady plump to marry them. They are dog-in-the-manger lovers. Of late, when I call on Julia, I am always sure to find a Brown's Boy at the house. He sits in danger- ous proximity to the girl I love, talks very sweetly, and, I think, tries to run me out. Of course, when you make an evening call on a young lady, the first visitor is entitled to the floor, and after saying a few pretty things, you are expected to place caller number on., under everlasting obligations to you by putting on your overcoat and leaving. Now, Brown's Boy, unlike Mr. Lamb, always comes early and goes late, and I've put him under obligations to me so many times that I'm getting sick of it. He can never live long enough to pay this debt of gratitude. Oh, how I hate that Brown's Boy ! Last night I had my sweet revenge. I had been telling my sad tale of sorrow and disap- ])ointment to Sallie Smith. I told her 1 "meant busi- es 4 69 )RK. Ives, Brown's 3king for rich always man- ng," but they ; out like us imp to marry s. Iways sure to ts in danger- very sweetly, call on a le floor, and expected to obligations iving. Now, les early and tions to me it. He can 3f gratitude. ^ and disap- meant busi- ness " all the time with Julia, and that I knew Brown's i3oy wacs flirting. "Now, Miss Sallie, confidentially, what shall I do.''" 1 asked. "Well, cousin Eli, I'll tell you just what to do," said Sallie, her eyes sparkling with interest. "What, Sallie.?" "Why, the next time you call on Julia you must come the ' tiring-otit dodge,' " she replied, looking me earnestly in the fare, and quietly picking a tea-rose out of my Prince Albert lappel. "What dodge is that, Sallie.?" "It's just like this, Eli. You must call on Julia as usual " "Yes." "And if a Brown's Boy is there, you musn't be the least bit jealous " "No." "And you must talk just as entertaining as you can " "Yes." "And you musn't look at your watch nor feel uneasy, but quietly remove your amber kids, then lay your London overcoat on the sofa, and sit down as if you had called by special invitation to spend the entire evening;" and then Sallie's great liquid eyes looked down on her fan. "Well, what then.?" I asked, deeply interested. "Why, a Brown's Boy is a spoony fellow, you know. His strength lies in cornering a girl, and coming the sentimental dodge. He won't be able to stand such a 70 siege as this, and I'll bet a dozen 'six buttons' that he'll get up and leave the field to you." "All right, my dear Sallie; I'll try it." Then I took her dainty little hand, and pondered on her stupendous strategy which was to demoralize this Brown's Boy, and perhaps capture the loveliest blonde girl on Madison avenue. >» « « He « * Last night I mounted the brown-stone steps w^hich led to Julia's palatial residence, with a heart big with resolution. I resolved to see Julia and talk with her alone, at all hazards. At the touch of the bell, the big walnut and bronze door swung back. In a second I saw that miserable silver-tongued Charley Brown — that flirting Brown's Boy — on the sofa with Julia. As I entered, Charley started, and Julia's diamond rings flashed a straight streak of light from Charley Brown's hands. Oh dear ! those flirting Brown's Boys ! "Ah, Julia, I'm delighted to have an opportunity of spending an evening with you," I commenced, as I slipped off my gloves. " Our happiness is mutual, I assure you, Mr. Perkins," replied Miss Julia. "Won't you remove your over- coat.?" "Thank you, Miss Julia; it would be unpleasant lo sit a whole evening with one's overcoat on, and " "Then you are liable to take cold when you go out,"" suggested JuKa, interrupting me. "Especially when one expects to sit and talk for several hours," I continued; "and when 1 have so buttons' that nd pondered demoralize the loveliest I steps which Dart big with :alk with her the bell, the In a second •ley Brown — th Julia, ia's diamond rom Charley rown's Boys ! )portunity of lenced, as I ^r. Perkins," your ovei- nplcasant lo n, and " you go out," .nd talk for 1 have sc 4 n much to say as I have to-night, I don't know when I shall get through." Charley Erown began to be a little uneasy now, and looking at his watch, ventured to ask : "Is Nilsson to sing Mignon to-night, Mr. Perkins.?" Of course I didn't hear Charley, but kept blazing right straight away at Julia about ritualism and parties and Lent, and all such society trash. '*Oh, Miss Julia, did you hear about Jay Gould get- ting shot.'*" J asked, remembering how cousin Sallie said I must entertain her, and talk Charley Brown out of his boots. "Jay Gould got shot! How.? Wher°:.?" exclaimed Julia. " Why, in a Seventh avenue hardware stare. I mean he got pigeon shot for the Jerome Park pigeon match." "Oh, Mr. Perkins! Ha! ha! how could you.?" Then Charley looked at his watch. "By the way, Miss Julia, do you know which is the strongest day in the week?" I asked modestly, taking her beautiful gold fan. "No. Which is the strongest day, Mr. Perkins.?" "Why, Sunday, Julia; don't you know all the other days are weak days!" " Oh, Mr. Perkins ! Ha ! ha ! you'll kill us," exclaimed Julia (while Char- ley looked at his watch). Then he remarked that " Samson's weakest day was the day he let Delilah cut off his hair:" but nobody heard him. CHAKLiiY BKOWN. TZ f Charley now began to be uneasy. He whirled in his chair, then looked at his watch again, and, standing up, remarked that he had some letters to write, and that duty called him home early. " Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Brown," said Julia, still talking with me. "Good bye, Mr. Brown, good bye!" I said, grasping his hand. " Next time, I hope, I sha'n't have so much to say to Miss Julia." As Charley passed into the hall I asked Julia which were worth the most — young gentlemen or young ladies } " Why, young ladies, of course — don't you always call us dear creatui-cs .'*" "Yes, but, my dear Julia** — I talked fondly now, for Charley wis gone — "you know, ray dear, that at the last end you are given away, while the gentleman is often sold !" " Oh, Eli, you are very wicked to make such a re- mark, when you know every young lady who marries one of Brown's Boys is sold in the worst way. I don't think Brown's Boys are ever sold. They arc soulless fellows. But then they are so nice, they dance divinely, and they are so spoony — when a girl happens to have a rich father. They do dance the German so nicely; and then they bow so nice on the avenue on Sunday, and come and see us /;/ our papa's boxes at the opera, and " "And run out us solid fellows who mean business, who don't know how to flirt, and who really love you," I interrupted. t gav con hov J hap how fSB whirled in d, standing te, and that Julia, still id, grasping ve so much Julia which or young ^ou always ondly now, ;ar, that at gentleman such a re- dio marries y. I don't arc soulless ce divinely, ns to have so nicely; Dn Sunday, the opera, t i dlB i 73 •'What! you m$an business, Mr. Perkins?" and Julia gave me a searching look. "Yes, my dear Julia;" and then I took her hand convulsively. Neither of us said a word; but, oh! how you could have heard the heart-beating! Julia never took it away at all, and now I'm a happy man — all because cousin Sallie Smith told me how to do it ! n business, love you," RICH BROWN'S BOVS. t.'.' ill AVKNUK IIoTF-I,, ) ^ItlgUst I. \ 1hi -ich Brown's Boys! Not the poor Brown's Boys who live on side streets, and buy $i tickets, and swell in amber kids in rich young ladies' $20 boxes at the opera — smart fellows, ^^S||P who really can't do any lujjMjhij'lJiijI better, but the good-for- i'J-Jiil>;iilJlL!iliil nothing rich Brown's Boys. Who are they ? Why, the city is full of them. They have rich fathers; they drive their father's horses ; their fathers are stockholders in the Academy, and the boys occupy the seats. Their mission is to spend their father's money and live like barnacles on his reputation. They don't know how to do anything useful, and they don't have anything useful to do. They come into the world to be supported. They are social and financial parasites. A poor Brown's Boy does the best he can, but these fellows do the worst they can. 74 RICH BROWN S BOY. 76 : IIuTRL, } I. i' vvn's Boys ! »r Brown's side streets, ickets, and iids in rich JO boxes at irt fellows, I't do any good-for- Dwn's Boys. of them. they drive fathers are my, and the leir mission money and reputation. io anything eful to do. They are rown's Boy o the ■svorst Rich girl " go for " them or account of their rich fathers. Ti y marry then\ have a swell wedding, and then spend '^ lifetime .aourning that they aid not marry a brave, str ng, working fellow, vho would have felt riA in their affections. ar<' who, with a little help from father-in-law, wx)uld have hewn his way to wealth and position. RULES FOR MAKING RICH I]ROWN*S BOYS. Below I give the ten cardinal rules which, if followed, will make a rich Brown's Boy out of any brainless son of a rich father. Any young New Jersey Stockton, Kentucky Ward, or Massachusetts Lawrence — yes, any Darnphool Republican Prince of Wales can carry out these simple rules, and thus attain to the glorious posi- tion of a rich Brown '.^ Boy. If carried out they will produce the same result nine times out of ten. I have seen them tried a thousand times ; RULES. First — If your father is rich or holds a high position socially — and you arc a good-for-nothing, dissipated, darnphool of a swell, without sense or character enough to make a living, pay your addresses to some rich girl — and marry her if you can. Second. — Go home and live with her father, and mag- nanimously spend her money. Keep up your flirtations around town just the same. Gamble a little, and always dine at the Clubs. yV/m/.— -After your wife has nursed you through a spell of sickness, and she looks languid and worn with ^''; '.''? 76 anxiety, tell her, like a high-toned gentleman, that she has grown plain-looking — then scold her a little and make love to her maid ! Fourth. — If your weary wife objects, I'd insult her — tell her you won't be tyrannized over. Then come home drunk once or twice a week, and empty the coal- scuttle into the piano and pour the kerosene lamps over her Saratoga trunks and into the baby's cradle. When she cries, I'd twit her about the high (hie) social position of my own (hie) family. Fifth. — If, weary and sick and heartbroken, she finally asks for a separation, I'd blacken her character — deny the paternity of my own children — get a divorce myself. Then by wise American law you can keep all her money, and, 'lile she goes back in sorrow to her father, you can magnanimously 'peddle out to her a small dowry from her own estate. Sixth. — If she asks you — audaciously asks you — for any of her own money, tell her to go to the Dev — Devil (the very one she has come to). Seventh. — Now I 'd keep a mistress and a poodle dog, and ride up to the Park with them in a gilded landaulet every afternoon. While this miserable, misguided woman will be trodden in the dust by society you can attain to the heights of modern chivalry by leading at charity balls in public, and breeding bull-pups and coach-dogs at home. Eighth. — After you have used up your wife's last money in dissipation, and brought your father's gray hairs down in sorrow to the grave, I'd get the deliriu/n tremens and shoot myself. This will create a sensation t 77 that she ttle and lit her — en come the coal- le lamps s cradle, ic) social (ken, she character a divorce keep all )w to her to her a you — for le Dev — lodle dog, landaulet nisguided r you can eading at )ups and life's last .er's gray dcliriiun sensation f i « i in the newspapers and cause every other ricli Brown's Boy to call you high-toned and chivalrous. Ninth. — Then that poor angel wife, crushed in spirit, tried in the crucible of adversity, and purified by the beautiful " Do-unto-others " of the Christ-child, will go into mourning, and build with hsr last money a monument to the memory of the man who crushed her bleeding heart. Sacred to the Memory OF J. LAWRENCE BROWN. Died May 12, 1876. He was a kind father and an indulgent husband. He always indulged himself. " The pure in spirit shall see God." He owned a 2,40 Hoss. BROWN'S GIRLS. DIARY OF TWO DAYS IN HER LIFE. Brown's Girls ! Yes, we have Brown's Girls, too. Tiiey are a set of husband-hunting young ladies — smart, accomplished, and pretty, but with no hearts. Tliey only marry for money. They are thus taught by their mothers, and failing to catch fortunes, many of them become blase old maids. Below I give the diary of two days in the life of a New York young lady. At nineteen she is honest, loveable, and innocent. Seven years after she becomes a blasi\ Brown's Girl. HER DIARY 1875. May I, 1875. — Nineteen to-day — and I'm too happy to live! How lovely the Park looked this morning. How gracefully the swans swam on the lake, and how the yellow dan- delions lifted up their yellow faces — all smiles ! Albert — dear Albert — passed mam- ma and me, and bowed so gracefully ! Mamma frowned at him. O, dear! I am not quite happy. Last night my first ball, and Albert was there. 78 NINETEEN TO-DAY !' 79 [ ladies — hearts, aught by many of life of a s honest, 1 becomes to-day — i ! How morning, swam on low dan- low faces scd mam- i frowned IS there. AI.BKKT SINCLAIR. I'our times he came, and I let him put his name on my card — then mamma frowned savagely. She said I ouglit to be ashamed to waste my time with a [)()or fellow like Albert Sinclair. Then she brought iij) old Thomi)son, that horrid rich old* widower, and 1 had to scratch Albert's name off. When Albert saw me dancing with Thompson the color came to his cheeks, and he only just touched the ends of my fingers in iho grand chain. O, dear, one of Albert's little fingers IS worth more than old Thompson's right arm. How stupidly old Thompson talked, but mamma smiled all the time. Once she tipped me on the shoulder, and said in a low, harsh voice, " Be agreeable, Lizzie, for Mr. 'i'hompson is a great catch." Then Thompson, the stui)id old fool, tried to talk like ,the young fellows. He told me I looked "stunning," said the ball was a "swell" affair, and then asked me to ride up to the Park in his four- horse drag. Bah ! Mother says I must go, but, O, dear, I'd rather walk two blocks with Albert than ride ten miles in a chariot with the old dyed whiskers. After supi)er such an e\ 'nt took place. Albert joined me, and after a lovely .valtz we wandered into the conservatory and had a nic confidential chat to- gether. It is wonderful how we both like the same things. He admires the beautiful moon — so do I. I love the stars, and so does he ! We both like to look out of the open window, and we both like to be near each other — that is, I know I do. Albert dotes on '59 80 Longfellow, and, O, don't I ! I like Poe, and so does Albert, and the little teois fairly started (hut Alhert didn't see thcni) when he repeated softly in my ear: •' For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams, Of my beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the siars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of my beautiful Annabel Lee," — and a good deal more besides, about love and the sounding sea. Then Fannie Carter, who is in my class at Mrs. Hoffman's, came by with Will Mason, and sat right down in the next window. I do believe she loves him ! What a nice, sfjisible talk Albert and I had ! First, we began talking about the soul — how destiny some- times bound two souls together by an invisible chain. Then we considered the mission of man and woman upon the earth — how they ought to comfort and sup- port each other in sickness and in health. And then Albert quite startled me by asking me if I had ever cared for any one. And when I said " Yes, papa and mamna." he laughed, and said he did not mean them, and then I felt quite hurt, and the tears would come into my eyes, for I do love mamma, even if she does make me dance with that horrid old Thompson, with his dyed whiskers. Then Albert leaned his face towards mine. I felt his mustache almost touch me as he whispered sucli nice words in my ear. He told me how he had longed for an opportuiity to speak to me alone, how — and then I was so ""appy, for I knew he was going to say 81 tid so does but Albert :ly in my le dreams, eyes ^e and the n my class n, and sat relieve she ad ! First, tiny some- ible chain. nd woman ; and siip- And then had ever papa and lean them, ould come f she does pson, with lie. I fell ered such ad longed how — and ing to say something very nice indeed — when ma, with that dread- ful old widower, came along and interrupted us. "Come, Lizzie, you go with Mr. Thompson, for i want to present Mr. Sinclair to Miss Brown," and *hen ma — O, dear ! she took Albert and presented him to the girl that I hate worst of anybody in school. I didn't see Albert again, for v hen he came around, ma said, "Lizzie, it looks horribh; to be seen dancing with Albert Sinclair all the t^/e ang. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." O, dear, I look like a fright — I know I do, but I do hope I shall look better when I see Albert on the avenue to-morrow. Let's see — I wonder if he won't write to me ? But I'll see him when he walks up from business to-night — maybe. HER DIARY, 1 882. May I, 1882^. — Out again last night. What a horrible bore par- ties are! I hate society. New York women are so prudish, with their atrocious high-neck dresses, and the fellows are so wretchedly slow. O, dear ! Everything goes wrong. If I hadn't met Bob Mun- roe, who took us to the Mabille and the Alhambra, on the other side last summer, I'd 'a' died. Bob's double entendre rather startled the poky New York girls, though. Gracious, they ought to hear the French beaux talk ! They do make such a fuss about our Paris decollete dresses. THE BLASi: GIRL. 83 Why, Bessie Brown wore a dress at a Queen's Draw- ing Rooni with hardly any body on at all — and she had that same dress on last night. Of course I could not stand any chance with her, for dJcolletJ dresses do take the fellows so. But I'll be on hand next time. Young Sinclair, with whom I used to " spoon " years ago, was there — and married to Fannie Carter, my old classmate. Pshaw! she is a poky, old, high- necked, married woman now, and Sinclair — well, they say that he was almost broken-hearted at my con- duct — that he drank, and then reformed and joined the church, and is now a leading clergyman. Well, I'm glad Sinclair became a preacher. I always knew black would become his complexion. What if I should go and hear him preach, flirt with him a little, and get his poky old wife jealous ! Good- ness ! but don't he look serious, though ! There's a glass — gracious ! I'm as pale as a ghost! There's no use of my trying to dress without 7'ouge. I do wish they would learn how to put on pearl white here — why, every wrinkle shows through. Then I do wish New York fellows would learn how to dance! — that atrocious galop upset my pads, and I had to leave in the middle of the dance to arrange things. Old Thompson is dead, died single — but his brother, the rich whiskey man, was there, and gracious! it was fun to dance with him after he had taken in his usual two bottles of REV. ALBERT SINCLAIR. 's Draw- ■and she :ourse I ddcollctJ on hand n years rter, my id, high- :ell, they my con- d joined I. Well, lys knew RT SINCLAIR. wrinkle c fellows galop liddle of is dead, ey man, ice with nttles of I I i 83 champagne. He turned everything — the lanciers, polka, and all — into the Virginia reel. That's Bob Monroe's pun. But after we got through dancing, didn't I have a flirtation Avith Old Thompson No. \i while Albert Sinclair was helping mother to some refresh- ments! Dear old thing, she don't bother me in my conservatory flirtation any more. Well, Old Thompson No. 2 got quite affectionate — wanted to kiss my hand, and when I let him he wanted to kiss me! The old wretch — when he's got a wife and three daughters. But I had my fun — I made him propose condition- ally — that is, if Mrs. Thompson dies ; and I tell ma then I'm going to be one of our gay and dashing young wives with an old fool of a husband — and plenty of lovers. O, dear ! I'm tired and sleepy, and I do believe my head aches awfully, and it's that abominable champagne. What goosies Fannie Carter and Albert Sinclair have made of themselves ! What fun can she have with the men .^ 0, dear! i I ADVICE TO YOUNG MEN. LET ME TELL YOU SUTHIN', ELI. " Eli !" " Yes, sir." "Are you list'ning?" continued my Uncle Con- sider, as he took his pipe out of his mouth, laid down his glasses, and poked the fire with the tongs. "With both ears, Un- cle." "Well, let me tell you suthin'. If you want to be wize, Eli, you must allers listen. If you want to be wize you must let other people do all the talkin' — then you'll soon know all they know, Eli, and have your own nolledge besides. D'you see.'*" "Yes, Uncle." "And never you bl)vv a man's brains out to get his money, Eli, but just sly around and blow his money out and get his brains — " And be temp'rate and econo- mical, Eli, and " " Yes, Uncle, I always try to be 'Ireful. I al /ays owe enough to j '; all <.y debts, and I'd rather cAREiuL 1:1.1 owe 11 man .brever than cheat him 84 i I N, ELI. nt to be It to be talkin' — nd have a man s fney, Eli, blow his rains — d econo- try to be lough to d rather heat him I ( out of it. I'd pay every debt I owe if I had to go out and borrow money to do it; I would. The fact is, Uncle," I said, getting excited, " I always advise the boys to be steady and saving. I advise 'em to stick, stick to their places and be temperate, no matter how hard they have to work, and it'll make men of 'em. But the rascals " ''What, Eli.?" " Why, they all pay more 'tention to my example thin they do to ray precepts, and they're all turnin' out loafers." " That's dre'fful sad, Eli," said my Uncle, wiping his eyes sorrowfully, "when I've allers talkt to you so much about the dignity of labor — wh u I've allers taught you to obey the script'ral injunction to live by the sweat of your brow." "But I always do that; don't I, Uncle ^' " Yes ; but how can you live by the sweat of your brow, Eli, when you spend all your ti^ne trav'lin' 'round and lecturin' and foolin' about.? How can you.?" "Why, Uncle, that's just what I travel for. I go down South winters, where it is hot, so I can live by the sweat of my brow without working so hard." "And about this drinkin' business, Eli — this drinkin' wine and cider and beer? Don't you know the Bible is agin it.? Don't you.?" "Yes, Uncle, I know it; but haven't you read the parable in the Bible about turnin' water into wine.?" " Yes, my nevvy." "Well, that's all I do, Uncle; I just turn water into 86 my wine, and I don't turn much water In either, and " " What's that, Eli ! Do you mean to say that you ever drink at all? Do you " " No, Uncle, never. The tempter came to me the other day. But when they pressed me to take whiskey I took umbrage " " Took umbrage, did you ! O, my nevvy, that must be un awful drink ! Umbrage ? O, did I think it would ever come to this? — u-m-b-r-a-g-e," and Uncle Consider wiped his eyes with his red bandana. " But, Uncle," I said, trying to cheer the old man up, "I'm opposed to whiskey. I do not drink with impunity. I " "Don't drink with Impunity, Eli! Well, I thought you allers drank with everybody who invited you. Mebby Impunity didn't invite you, Eli? Well, well, well, well, I am glad to find one man that you refused to drink with, I am." And Uncle Consider knocked the ashes out of his pipe and fell asleep in his chair, repeating, "Didn't drink with Impunity." I r-i I In either, ' that you to me the ke whiskey that must I think it and Uncle ma. e old man drink with I thought vited you. Well, well, ^ou refused er knocked 1 his chair. I i i THE FUNNY SIDE OF FISK. A QUEER MAN. Yes, Colonel Fisk was a funny man, and a man always full of humor could not have been a very bad man at heart. Once I had occasion to spend an hour with the Colonel in his palatial Erie office, and a record of that hour I then wrote out. Fisk was being shaved as I entered, and his face was half-covered with foaming lather. Just then some one came in and told him that the gentlemen in the office had made up a purse of ^34 to be presented to little Peter, Fisk's favorite little office boy. "All right," said the Colonel, smiling and wiping the lather from his face. "Call in Peter." In a moment little Peter entered with a shy look and seemingly h"lf frightened. " Well, Peter," said the Colonel, as he held the envelope with the money in one hand and the towel in the other, "what did you mean, sir, by absenting yourself from the Erie Office, the other day, when both Mr. Gould and I were away, and had left the whole mass of business on your shoulders?" 87 PETEK, 88 Then he frowned fearfully, while Peter trembled from head to foot. " But, my boy," continued Fisk, " I will not blame you ; there may be extenuating circumstances. Evil associates may have tempted you away. Here, Peter, take this (handing him the '$34), and henceforth let your life be one of rectitude — quiet rectitude, Peter. Be- hold me, Peter, and remember that evil communications are not always the best policy, but that honesty is worth two in the bush." 31 As Peter went back to his place beside the outside door everybody laughed, and Fisk sat down again to have the other side of his face shaved. Pretty quick in came a little dried-up old gentleman, with keen gray eyes sur- mounted by an overpowering Panama hat. The Erie Railway office was then tlie old gfc^.;tlcman*s almost daily rendezvous. Here he would sit for hours at a time, and peer out fiom under his broadbrim at the wonder- ful movements of Colonel Fisk. Cautious, because he could move but slowly, this venerable gentleman, who has made Wall Street tremble, hitched up to the gold indicator, all the time keeping one eye on the quotations and the other on the Colonel. As a feeler, he vent- ured to ask : " How is Lake Shore this morning. Colonel ?" M " Peter," said Fisk, with awful gravity, " communi- cate with the Great American Speculator and show him how they are dealing on the street!" The old man chuckled, Gould hid a smile while DREW. 89 imbled from I not blame .nces. Evil Here, Peter, )rth let your Peter. Be- munications ;sty is worth the outside *vn again to tie dried-iip ly eyes siir- Panama hat. IS then tlie rendezvous. 5 at a time, the wonder- because he tleman, who to the gold e quotations er, he vent- 3ncl ?" " communi- r and show smile while smoothing his jetty whiskers, and little Peter took hold of the running wire with Daniel Drew. It was the beginning and the ending — youth and experience — simplicity and shrewdness — Peter and Daniel ! Little Peter was about ten years old, and small at that. Frequently large men would cbm.e into the Erie office and " bore " che Colonel. Then he would say : " Here, Peter, take this man into custody, and hold him under arrest until we send for him!" " You seem very busy to-day ?" I remarked, handing the Colonel a cigar. "Yes, Eli," said Fisk, smiling. "I'm trying to find out from all these papers where Gould gets money enough to pay his income tax. He never has any money — fact^ sir! He even wanted to bon. ,v of me to pay his income tax last summer, and I lent hun four hundred dollars, and that s gone, too ! This income business will be the ruination of Gould." Here the venerable Daniel Drew concealed a laugh, and Gould turned clear around, so that Fisk could only see the back of his head, while his eyes twinkled in enjoyment of the Colonel's fun. "What will be the end of putting down the railroad fares, Colonel?" I asked, referring to the jealous op- position in fares then existing between the Erie and New York Central. "End! why we haven't begun yet. We intend to carry passengers through to Chicago, before we get through, two for a cent and feed them on the way; and when old Van does the same the public will go on his road just to spite him I" 1)1) "Of course, Ihe Erie is the best road," continued Fisk, in his Munchausen way. " It runs faster and smoother. When Judge Porter went up with me in the Directors' car, last winter, we passed 200 canal boats, about a mile apart^ on the Delaware and Hud- son canal. The train went so fast that the Judge came back and reported that he saw one gigantic canal boat ten miles long ! Fact, sir ! We went so fast the Judge couldn't see the gaps!" " Arki tiie other railroads going to help you in this fight.?" I asked. "Why, yes, they say they will; but they are all afraid to do anything till we get Vanderbilt tied fast. Do you want me to tell you who these other half- scared railroad fellows, Garrett and Tom Scott, re- mind me of.'" asked the Colonel, leaning himself for- ward, with his elbows on his knees, "Yes; who. Colonel.?" " Well, Scott and Garrett remind me of the old Texas ranchman, whose neighbors had caught a noted cattle-thief. After catching him, they tied him to a tree, hands and feet, and each one gave him a terrible cowhiding. When tired of walloping him, they left the poor thief tied to the tree, head and foot. He remained tied up there a good while in great agony, till by and by he saw with delight a strange man coming along. "'Who are you.?' said the kindly-looking stran- ger. "'I'm Bill Smith, and I've been whipped almost to death,' said the man in a pitiful tone. I out I continued "aster an'l th me in 200 canal and Hud- he Judge ' gigantic J went so ou in this ?y are all tied fast. )tlier half- Scott, re- imself for- f the old t a noted him to a a terrible they left foot. He -ut agony, ange man ng stran- 26. almost 1)1 U ( (( ( Ah, Bill Smith, how r^wA/ they whi]) you — a poor lone man ?' asked the sympathizing stranger. Why, don't you see/ /'/// //W/.' Wliat, did they tie you up?* Yes, tied me tight. Don't you see the strings now ?' "'Poor man! How could they be so cruel.?' sighed the stranger. " ' ]Uit I'm tied now,' groaned the man. " ' What ! tied now — tied so you can't move this very moment, Bill ?' asked the stranger, eagerly exam- ining the ropes. "'Yes, tied tight, hands and feet, and I can't move a muscle,' said the thief, pitifully. " ' Well, William, as you are tied tight, / z^//'/ wi/n/ if J ^ive yoii a fc7U licks myself for that horse you stole from me,' said the stranger, cutting a tremendous whip from a bunch of thorn bushes.' Then," said Fisk, "he flogged him awhile, just as all these small railroad fellows would like to flog Vanderbilt if he was well tied." But, alas, they never get Vanderbilt tied. FISK AND MONTALAND. When Montaland got on from Paris, last year, Fisk had just said farewell to "Josie," and so he took extra pains to make a good impression on his beau- tiful prima donna. On the first sunshiny afternoon after Montaland had seen the Wonderful 0})era House, Fisk took her out to the Park behind his magnificent six-in-hand. ^, IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 11.25 lit m ^ bg 12.0 /. ^J> %^^ ^ '/ /A Hiotographic Sdences Corporation 33 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y 14580 (716)«72-4S03 ^^^\. V>^ V 92 Passing up Fifth avenue, Montaland's eyes rested on A. T. Stewart's marble house. "Vat ees zat?" she asked, in broken French. "Why, that is my city residence," said Fisk, with an air of profound composure. " Cest inagnifique — c'est grande ! " repeated Monta- land, in admiration. Soon they came to Central Park. " Vat ees zees place .?" asked Montaland. " O, this is my country seat ; these are my grounds — n.^ v^attle and buffaloes, and those sheep over there compose my pet sheepfold," said Fisk, twirling the end of his mustache h la Napoleon. ^^C'esi tres magnifique T exclaimed Montaland in bewilderment. "Mr. Feesk is one grand Americain!" By-and-by they rode back and down Broadway, by the Domestic Sewing Machine building. "And is zees your grand matsoity iooV asked Mon- taland, as she pointed up to the iron palace. "No, Miss Montaland; to be frank with you, that building does not belong to me," said Fisk, as he settled back with his hand in his bosom — " t/iat belongs to Mr. Gould r dea by qua ane< wit ik it.' FISK DEAD. One day I called at the Erie office. Col. Fisk's old chair was vacant, and his desk was draped in mourning. Fisk's remains lay cold and stiff, just as he fell at the Grand Central, pierced by the fatal bullet from Stokes's pistol. His old associates were silent, or gathered in groups to tell over reminiscences of the rested on ;nch. isk, with an ;ed Monta- grounds — over there wirling the ntaland in Lmericain !" Broadway, sked Men- e. I you, that 'isk, as he that belongs Zo\. Fisk's draped in fif, just as atal bullet ere silent, ices of the 93 dead Colonel, whose memory was beloved and revered by his companions. Mr. Gould never tired in telling about Fisk's good qualities. Even while he was telling the quaintest anecdotes about his dead partner, his eyes would glisten with tears. " One day," said Mr. Gould, " Fisk came to me and told me confidentially about his first mistake in life." '*What was it.^" I asked. "Well," said Gould, as he laughed and wiped his eyes alternately, " Fisk said that when he was an in- nocent little boy» living on his father's farm up at Brattleboro, Vermont, his father took him into the stable one day, where a row of cows stood in their uncleaned stalls. "Said he, *James, the stable window is pretty high for a boy, but do you think you could take this shovel and clean out the stable.-*' "'I don't know. Pop,* says I; *I never have done it.' "'Well, my boy, if you will do it this morning, I'll give you this bright silver dollar,' said my father, pat- ting me on my head, while he held the silver dollar before my eyes. "'Good,' says I; 'I'll try,' and then I went to work. I tugged and pulled and lifted and puffed, and finally it was done, and father gave me the bright silver dol- lar, saying :- "'That's right, James; you did it splendidly, and now I find you can do it so nicely, I shall have you do it every morning all winter.' " 94 CHARITY. One day a poor, plain, blunt man stumbled into risk's room. Said he : " Colonel, I've heard you are a generous man, and I've come to ask a great favor." "Well, what is it, my good man.'*" asked Fisk. " I want to go to Lowell, sir, to my wife, and I haven't a cent of money in the world," said the man, in a firm, manly voice. "Where have you been.'*" asked the Colonel, drop- ping his pen. "I don't want to tell you," replied the man, drop- ping his head. " Out with it, my man, where have you been .'*" said Fisk. "Well, sir, I've been to Sing Sing State Prison." "What for.'"' " Grand larceny, sir. I was put in for five years, but was pardoned out yesterday, after staying four years and one-half. I am here, hungry and without money." "All right, my man," said Fisk, kindly, "you shall have a pass, and here — here is $$. Go and get a meal of victuals, and then ride down to the boat in an Erie coach, like a gentleman. Commence life again, and if you are honest and want a lift come to me." Perfectly bewildered, the poor convict took the money, and six months afterward Fisk got a letter from him. He was doing a thriving mercantile busi- ness, and said Fisk's kindness and cheering words gave I I hi a if 05 him the first hope — his first strong resolve to become a man. imbled into IS man, and I Fisk. wife, and 1 j id the man, I lonel, drop- man, drop- )een?" said Prison." five years, aying four id without "you shall get a meal in an Erie ;ain, and if »» took the )t a letter ntile busi- vords gave BLACK AND WHITE. Ten minutes after the poor convict left, a poor young negro preacher called. • "What do you want.'* Are you from Sing Sing, too.-*" asked Fisk. "No, sir; I'm a Baptist preacher from Hoboken. I want to go to the Howard Seminary in Washington," said the negro. "All right. Brother Johnson," said Fisk. "Here, Comer," he said, addressing his secretary, " give Broth- er Johnson $20, and charge it to Charity," and the Colonel went on writing, without listening to the stream of thanks from the delighted negro. don't count charity. One day the Colonel was walking up Twenty-third street to dine with one of the Erie directors, when a poor beggar came along. The beggar followed after them, saying, in a plaintive tone, " Please give me a dime, gentlemen ?'* The gentleman accompanying Fisk took out a roll of bills and commenced to unroll them, thinking to find a half or a quarter. "Here, man!" said Fisk, seizing the whole roll and throwing it on the sidewalk, "take the pile." Then looking into the blank face of his friend, he said, " Thunderation. Sam, you never count charity, do you!" I 06 "But, great guns, Colonel, there was $20 in that roll," exclaimed the astonished gentleman. "Never mind," said Fisk, "then I'll stand the sup- per to-night." GRAVEYARD FKNCE. Somebody in Brattleboro came down to New York to ask Fisk for a donation to help them build a new fence around the graveyard where he is now buried. "What in thunder do you want a new fence for.?" exclaimed the Colonel. "Why, that old fence will keep the dead people in, and live people will keep out as long as they can, any way!" FISK S LAST JOKE. The day before Fisk was shot he came into the office, and after looking over some interest account, he shouted, "Gould! Gould!" "Well, what."*" says Gould, stroking his jetty whiskers. " I want to know how you go to work to figure this interest so that it amounts to more than the principal ?" said the Colonel. . miserable fisk! What a miserable reprobate the preachers all make Fisk out to be ! And they are right. Why, the scoundrel actually stopped his cou/>if one cold, dreary night on Seventh avenue, and got out, inquired where she lived, and gave a poor old beggar woman a dollar ! 97 in that the sup- ew York id a new buried, ce for?" mce will keep out into the count, he lis jetty He seemed to have no shame about him, for the next day the debauched wretch sent her . around a barrel of flour and a load of coal. One day the black-hearted scoundrel sent ten dollars and a bag of flour around to a widow woman with three starving children ; and, not content with this, the remorseless wretch told the police captain to look after all the yiooT widows and orphans in his ward and send them to him when they deserved charity. What a shameless performance it was to give that poor negro preacher $20 and send him on to Howard University! And how the black-hearted villain practiced his meanness on the poor, penniless old woman who wanted to go to Boston, by paying her passage and actually escort- ing her to a free state-room, while the old woman's tears of gratitude were streamiug down her cheeks ! Oh ! insatiate monster ! thus to give money to penni- less negro preachers and starving women and chil- dren ! to figure lan the all make k^hy, the dreary ;d where 1 dollar ! REV. IJ.I I'HRKINS. The other evening, at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, after being sworn in to preach the gospel of Fifth Avenue as I under- stood it, I arose, took off my brown linen duster, and said : ANGELS DON T WEAR TEARI, POWDER Mv dear sisters : The stanza — " I want to be an angel," which you have just sung will not help you much unless you change your course of life. You must commence dressing more like angels here in this world if you want to be a real live angel in the next. You'd make healthy lookin' angels, wouldn't you? Now, wouldn't you? Angels don't wear pearl powder, do they ? and angels don't wear false braids. They don't enamel their fiices and smell of Caswell and Hazard's cologne, nor bore holes in their ears like Injuns and put Tiffany's ear-rings in them ! Angels don't dye their hair, nor wear big dia- monds, and have liveries and footmen, like many ot our " shoddy " people. They 98 POWDER ike angels live angel n' angels, gels don't lon't wear and smell holes in 3r-rings in ir big dia- ; many ot 99 "But how can we tell 'shoddy' people, Uncle Eli?" interrupted several young ladies in the congregation. . This way, my friends, I said : When a strange family arrives at our hotel, you must watch ihem closely. Divinity puts up certain infallible signs to distinguish the ignorant and vulgar from the children of culture and virtue. 1. If a lady comes into the parlor with a diamond ring on the outside of her glove, it is safe to ask her how much she gets a week. [" Hear, hear !" and sev- eral ladies put their hands under their paniers.] 2. If Providence erects a dyed mustache over the mouth of a man, it is to show that he is a gambler or a vulgarian. [Cheers, when two Americus Club men, a gambler, and four plug-uglies from Baltimore, put their hands over their mustaches.] 3. If, when that new family enter or leave the dining- room or parlor, the gentlemen rush ahead, leaving the ladies to follow, there . is something " shoddy " some- where. 4. If the man presents the ladies to the gentlemen, instead of vice versa, and they all shake hands on first presentation, then you may know they hail from Oil City. 5. If, when they go in to dinner, they do nothing but loudly order the waiters around, and talk about the wine, you can make up your mind they are the first waiters they ever had and that is the only wine they ever drank. If they pick their teeth at the table, or take out their false teeth and rinse them in the tumbler \A voice — " Shoot them on the spot !"] — yes, my friends, I say that to their teeth. 100 6. If, when a gentleman sits in the parlor talking to a lady, he doesn't sit up straight, but sprawls all over the sofa, puts the soles of his boots on the lady's dress, on the furniture, or wipes his shoes on his own white linen pantaloons, you'd better refuse an introduction to him. [Applause, when eight young fellows, who sat with their legs radiating like the wings of a windmill, or sprawling one foot cross-legged in the empty air, whirled themselves right side up.] 7. If the ladies in that party whitewash their faces, redden their lips, blacken their eyebrows, or bronze or yellow their hair, just you think this is another sign which Providence puts up so you can shun them. Enamel and hair-dye are social beacon-lights, to enable you to keep off the rocks of Cypria. Just you keep away from such people, for they are wolves in sheep's clothing. Voice from a young lady — "But we want to look beautiful, Mr. Perkins." But this will not make you beautiful, my children. Any sweetheart who is so shallow as to take whitewash for the human skin, or rouge for the rose-cheeks of nature, is too much of a sap-head to make a good husband ; and if he is smart enough to see through your deception — why, he will surely leave you in dis- gust. I Applause by the gentlemen, while several ladies wiped their faces with their pocket-handkerchiefs.] 8. If, when this family get into their carriage to ride around the Park, the young ladies appear in gaudy colors, throw over their laps a bright yelloAv and red or blue afghan, and the coachman wears a gold hat- Iking to all over 's dress, rn white Dduction who sat vindmill, ipty air, ;ir faces, ronzc or ;her sign n them, ^o enable ou keep 1 sheep's to look hildren. litewash leeks of a good through in dis- 1 ladies efs.] to ride gaudy and red Id hat- 101 band, and a sprawl-tailed yellow livery, with velvet collar, and holds brass-bespangled horses with white reins, you may know that the owner keeps a livery stable and that this is his first carriage. 9. It is cQnsidered the height of impoliteness to criticise persons to their faces, and still many vulga- rians try to make polite reputations by picking up other people, when the correction is ten times a more flagrant breach of etiquette than the original mistake. .1 have seen plebeians who, if a man by design chose to eat the fine ends of his asparagus with a knife, would call his attention to the error — thus straining at a doubtful gnat of custom and swallowing a camel of impolite- ness. Politeness is to do as you would be done by, and anything you do, if you wish to be polite, must be tried by this golden rule. In conclusion, my dear brothers and sisters, I will say that politeness does not depend upon eating peas with a fork, but it rests on the grander and broader basis of love for your fellow-man. How is your mother, Johnny? "Oh, she's dead, I thank you!" is a silly drop of Mrs. Potiphar politeness, which looks yick beside the big ocean of manly generosity which comes out of the Pike's Peak, "Come up, old boy, and liquor, or fight!" There being several Members of Congress present, Dr. Chapin now lined the hymn — " I love to steal a while," and the congregation, like a man with a poor hand at euchre, passed out. A SAD MAN. "ekib down?" CoMiNd up from Broad Street in the cars yesterday 1 met a poor dis- consolate Wall Street broker. His heart seemed broken and his face was the picture of despair. I had been usher at his wedding a few months before, when he seemed the picture of happiness ; so, smiling, I asked : " Why, Charles, what has happened ; what makes you look so sad?" " Oh, Eli!" he sighed, " I am all broken up. I have met vith a dreadful misfortune." "What is it, Charley?" I asked sympathetically. " Ohoooo, dear Eli, I cannot — cannot tell you," and then he sobbed again, "Ohhooooo!" " But what ' is it, Charley ? Perhaps I can comfort you." " No, Eli. I am so discouraged I want to die." "Are you ruined, Charley? is your money all gone?" " Oh, no, Eli, not so bad as that ; but Nellie, my dear wife, is dead," and then he broke down again. " Cheer up, Charley, tliere may be some happiness left yet. Do not die now," I said. " No, Eli, I am all broken up — ruined ! I don't take 103 Street in )oor dis- sr. His his face I had g a few med the miling, I ikes you I have ally. )ii," and comfort die." gone ?" my dear 103 any interest in anything now. My mind is constantly with my poor, angel wife. 1 dream of her all the time — in the morning and at night, and — by the way, Eli, how did you say Erie closed to-night?" " Erie is down and they are * all off,' Charley." " Well, that's cheering," he sobbed, " for when I got ' short ' of Nellie, I went * short * of the whole market, and it's very consoling in my grief to find things look- ing so cheerful on the street. And what did you say about Pacific Mail, Eli?" " Flat as a flounder. The bears have got the whole market, Charley." " Well, that's cheering, too, Eli. That is indeed cheering, to think my losses are compensated — that when the angels had a * call ' on Nellie I should have a 'put' on Uncle Daniel Drew. It is so consoling to be able to * cover ' your losses, you know. Oh, Nellie was such a comfort to me ! but we can't have every- thing in this world, EH. We can't always have the whole market our own way. If we take our profits, we must bear our losses. Now let us have a little of Jules Mumir's extra dry, to drink to the memory of my poor dead — goodness! Eli, I'll make $5,000 on that Erie * put ' as easy *s drinkin a sherry, cobbler!" appmess n't take ■ • .V : A QUEER MAN. One day, as the Kansas Pacific train neared Topeka, I sat down by an old farmer from Lawrence. Corn bins lined the road, and millions of bushels of corn greeted us from the car windows. Sometimes the bins full of golden grain followed the track like a huge yellow serpent. Looking up at the old granger, I asked him where all this corn came from. "Do you ship it from New York, sir?" "From what.?" he said. "From New York, sir." "What, corn from New York!" '*Yes, sir," I said. "Did you import it from New York, or did you ship it from England.?" He looked at me from head to foot, examined my coat, looked at my ears, and then exclaimed, "Great God!" I never heard those two words sound so like " darned fool " before. A moment afterwards the old farmer turned his eyes pityingly upon me and asked me where I lived. (( (( I live in New York, sir." Whar?" In New York, sir. I came West to lecture. it 104 105 "What, you lecture?" "Yes, sir." "You!" "I do." "You lecture! you do.? Well, I'd give ten dollars to hear you lecture." I never knew whether this was a great compliment, or — well, or what it was. WHAT, YOU LECT- URB?" , e " darned ELI'S HAPPY THOUGHTS. I SAW a man pulling his arms off trying to get on a new pair of boots, so I said: Happy T/iou^s^/it — They are too small, my man, and you will never be able to get them on till you have worn them a spell ! I heard an officer in the Seventh Regiment scolding a private for coming too late to drill, so I said : Happy Thought — Somebody must always come last; this fellow ought to be praised, Captain, for, if he had come earlier, he would have shirked this scolding off upon somebody else ! I saw an old maid at the Fifth Avenue, with her face covered with wrinkles, turning sadly away from the mirror, as she said : Happy Thought — Mirrors nowadays are very faulty, Uncle Eli. They don't make such nice mirrors as they used to when I was young ! lOG i 107 )me last; f he had Iding off with her /^ay from y faulty, irrors as J heard a young lady from Brooklyn praising the sun, so I said : Happy Thought — The sun may be very good, Miss Mead, but the moon is a good deal better; for she gives us light in the night v/hen we need it, while the sun only shines in the day time, when it is light enough without it! I saw a man shoot an eagle,. and as he dropped on the ground I said : Happy Thought — You might have saved your pow- der, my man, for the fall alone would have killed him. An old man in Philadelphia brought a blooming girl to church, to be married to her. The minister stepped behind the baptismal font and said, as he sprinkied water over her head — Happy Thought — I am glad you brought the dear child to be baptized ! A young man was disappointed in love at" Niagara Falls, so he went out on a terrible precipice, took off his clothes, cast one long look into the fearful whirl- pool, and then — Happy Thought — Went home and went to bed ! Two Mississippi River darkies saw, for the first time, a train of cars. They were in a quandary to know what kind of a monster it was, so one said: Happy Thought — Oh, Sambo ! it is a dried up steam- boat getting back into the river! 108 A poor sick man, with a mustard plaster on him, said : Happy Thought — If I should eat a loaf of bread I'd be a live sandwich ! As a man was burying his wife he said to his friend, in the graveyard : Alas ! you feel happier than I. Yes, neighbor, said the friend: Happy Thought — I ought' to feel happier, I have two wives buried here ! A man out west turned State's evidence and swore he was a member of a gang of thieves. By and by they found the roll of actual members, and accused the man of swearing falsely. I was a member, said the man ; I Happy Thought— \ was an honorary member! i on him, )read I'd is friend, I. Yes, have two id swore ' and by accused said the r! THE LEGAL-MINDED MAN. The other night, I met a young Columbia College law student at a party. He was dancing with Miss Johnson. " I have an engagement to dance the * Railroad Galop ' with Miss Johnson," I remarked — " number ten I* " You have an engagement 1 You mean you have retained her for a dance.?" " She has contracted to dance with me," I said. " But contracts where no earnest money is paid are null and void. You must vacate the premises." " But will you please give me half of a dance } I ask the courtesy." "Why, yes, Mr. Perkins," he said; "take her;" but, recollecting his law knowledge, he caught hold of my coat-sleeve and added this casual remark : " I give and bequeath to you, Mr. Eli Perkins, to have and to hold in trust, one half of my right, title and claim and my advantage, in a dance known as the ' Railroad Galop ' with Amelia Johnson, with all her hair, paniers, Grecian bend, rings, fans, belts, hair-pins, smelling-bottles and straps, with all the right and ad- vantage therein ; with full power to have, hold, encircle, whirl, toss, wiggle, push, jam, squeeze, or otherwise use — except to smash, break or otherwise damage — and 109 no I with right to temporarily convey the said Amelia John- son, her hair, rings, paniers, straps, and other objects heretofore or hereinafter mentioned, after such whirl, squeeze, wiggle, jam, etc., to her natural parents, now living, and without regard to any deed or deeds or in- struments, of whatever kind or nature soever, to the contrary in anywise notwithstanding." The next evening, the young lawyer called on Miss Johnson, with whom he was in love, and proposed. " I have an attachment for you, Miss Johnson," he commenced. "Very well, sir; levy on the furniture," said Miss Johnson, indignantly. " I mean. Miss Johnson, there is a bond — a mutual bond " " Never mind the bond ; take the furniture, I say. Take " " You do not understand me, madam. I came here to court " "But this is no court, sir. There is no officer." " Yes, Miss Johnson, your father said this morning : *Mr. Mason, I look upon your offer, sir, with favor.'" "Your officer?" " My offer, madame — my offer of marriage. I love you. I adore " "Goodness gracious!" and Miss Johnson fell faint- ing to the floor. 0ir^ ^1 I nelia John- ler objects ;uch whirl, rents, now eeds or in- -er, to the d on Miss •posed, hnson," he said Miss —a mutual ire, I say. came here )fficer." morning : ;h favor.' " e. I love fell faint- A GRATEFUL MAN. \u One day one of the James Brothers, the famous bandits, who have filled Missouri with terror for years, rode into Kansas City during the State Fair. Though a price was set upon his head by the Governor, and a half dozen of Pinkerton's men had "bit the dust " hunting him down, this brave bandit passed on through the town in open daylight to the place where they were holding the State Fair. Then, quietly riding through twenty thousand people, he walked his horse straight up to the treasurer's stand seized the cash-box with three thousand dollars in it, and rode quietly away. It was a Claude Duval adventure — a wild, devil- dare deed. All Kansas City was filled with amazement. The newspapers foamed and fretted about it, the Governor proclamated, and the mayor offered rewards, but all to no avail. The money nor the man ever came back again. Among 111 15'W' 112 the newspapers which were abusing the James Brothers, was the Kansas City Timcs^ but one clay the Times said : " It may have been robbery, bui it was a plucky, brave act — an act which we can but admire for its splendid daring and cool, calculating bravado." A week after this article praising the James Boy's pluck and daring appeared in the TimcSy two horsemen rode up to the Times office at eleven o'clock at night. Calling a watchman, they asked him to tell the editor to please come out. " Tell him somebody wants to thank him," they said. When the editor came out on the sidewalk one of the horsemen beckoned him up close to his horse, and said, in an undertone : " My friend, you said a good thing about me the other day. You said I was brave, even if I was a robber. You spoke kindly of me. It was the first kind word I ever had said about me, and it touched my heart, and I've come to thank you." " But who are you, gentlemen ? I- am not aware to whom I am talking," said the astonished editor. "Well, sir, our name is James. We are the James Brothers " "For God's sake, don't kill mc!" gasped the fright- ened editor, almost sinking in his shoes. "I haven't harmed you. I " " No, you haven't harmed us. You spoke kindly about us, and we came to thank you. Not only that, but we have come to present you this watch as a token 113 of our gratitude," and the robber handed out a beautiful gold hunting case chronometer. "But I can't take the watch," remonstrated the editor. " You must," replied the robber. " We bought it for you in St. Louis. We didn't steal this watch. Your name is engraved in it. See!" and he held it up before the street lamp. ■' No, I cannot take it, I cannot," replied the man, newspaper-man-like, unable under any circumstances to take a seeming bribe. "But you must. We insist." "You will have to excuse me, gentlemen," pleaded the honest editor, "for I tell you, gentlemen, I can- not!" "And you will take nothing from us?" '' Nothing at all." " Then, if you can't take anything from us— not even this watch," said the bandit, sorrowfully return- ing it to his pocket—" if you won't take anything for our gratitude, perhaps you can name some man around here you want killed!" A CONSISTENT MAN. 1 MKT a Californian to-day who says he don't be- lieve Chinamen have ordinary common sense. " Tliey haven't ordinary sagacity, Uncle Eli," he said. "Why?" 1 asked. "Jiecause," said he, growing excited about it, "be- cause — b-e-c-a-u-s-e they haven't." "But why?" I asked. "1 want to know an instance where a Chinaman has ever shown himself to be a darned fool." "Why, Eli, I've known a Chinaman to secrete two aces in his sleeves, and when I've played the three aces I had secreted in my sleeves, why, there 'd be five aces out! How absurd!" " Yes, that was very foolish for the Chinaman, but what other cases of foolishness have you seen among the Chinamen ?" I asked. "Why, it was only the day before I left 'Frisco, Mr. Perkins, that we put some tar and feathers on one of them Johnnys, just to have a little fun, and then set fire to it to amuse the children, and the darned fool ran into a clothes-press and spoiled a dozen of my wife's dresses putting out the fire, though I told him better all the time. Dog-on-it, it is; enough to make s. man lose faith in the whole race!" And then that good Californian threw a colored waiter out of a fourth story window and went on cut- ting off his coupons. 114 THE DANCING MANIA. ROUND DANCES. If you sec a two-hundred pound man and woman perspiring around vvitii their i)ompous bodies tossing lightly and springily in the air, arms swaying — keeping good time, and making grand Persian salaams for a bow in the Lancers, you ran set them down as belonging to the old Tweed-Fisk-Leland-Americus Club school. If you see two healed young people tripping fast away ahead of the music, taking short steps, and jerk- ing through a square dance as if the house was on fire and the set must be completed before any could take to the fire-escapes, you can set them down as from the plantation districts of the South, or the rural dis- tricts of Pennsylvania and the West. It is the Missis- sippi River steamboat quickstep. If you see a black-eyed youth with long hair and a young lady with liquid black eyes, and she has her two hands on the young man's shoulders at full length, and stands directly in front of him, and they both go hoj)- ping around like Siamese twins with wire springs under them, you can wager they are from Louisville, Memphis, 115 110 or Little Rock. They have the square-hold wrestling StC[). If you see a young fellcw grasp a young lady firmly around the waist, seize her wrists, stick her hand out like the bowsprit of a Sound yacht, and both hump up their backs like a pair of mad cats on a door-yard fence, and then go sliding slam bang against people, over people, through people, up and down the room, side- ways, backwards, and up and down like a saw-mill gate, you can be sure they are directly from Chicago, or from the region of Milwaukee or Detroit. If you see a couple gliding gently, slowly, and lazily through the Lancers — just half as fast as the time, but keeping step with the music — quietly sauntering through the "Grand Chain," too languid to whirl partners, talk- ing sweetly all the time, as if they were strolling in a graveyard, you can rest assured that they are from New York, and from the most fashionable section between Madison Square and the Park. This is the churchyard- saunter step. If you see a fellow clasp a girl meltingly in his arn.s, squeeze her hand warmly, hold her swelling breast to his, and they both go floating down the room locked in each other's embrace, looking like one person, his feet only now and then protruding from a profusion of illu- sion and lace and so on, rely upon it you can set the two down as belonging to the intense Boston school. It is the melting Harvard College embrace. Massachusetts, take our hat! "•» Ti ladie Vane were awfu 1 1 The corncj than a cir( altogi dance see tl speak wriijg came throu corri( man was 1 room they (1 wrestling lady firmly :r hand out h hump uj) -yard fence, eoplc, over room, side- ^'-mill gate, go, or from , and lazily le time, but ing through rtners, talk- polling in a from New m between hurchyard- 1 his arn.s, X breast to locked in 3n, his feet Ion of illu- an set the on school. THE MILITARY MAN. TiiK other day, I took a couple of "swell" young ladies up to the West Point Military Ball. Miss (Irace Vanderbilt and Miss Mary Astor, Jack Astor's sister, were their names, and their dresses cost $500 apiece — awfully " swell " girls. I had a hard time chaperoning these two pretty girls. The cadets would get them away from me at every corner. I couldn't keep my eyes on them any more than I could have kept diem on a dozen velocipedes in a circus tent. Finally I lost sight of Grace and Mary altogether. They disappeared in the mazes of the dance like small boats in a fog. Now and then I would see them waltzing toward me, and then before I could speak to them their long trains would hop around and wriggle out of sight. In vain — loaded down with camel's hairs and opera-cloaks — I searched for them through the reception-rooms and along the flag-draped corridors. At length I found Grace dancing the Ger- man three blocks from the main ball-room, while Mary was flirting desperately with a cadet graduate in the rooms of the Spoonological Museum. That is what they call the Natural History rooms, into which steal flirting cadets and sentimental young ladies, where they can listen to the oft-repeated tales of love and hope. Here in the half-light the cadet, with one hand on a 117 118 cannon and ihe other on a bunch of Indian arrows or the jawbone of a whale, will tell the unsuspecting young lady how he loves her better than war or gun- powder or geometry. And all the time Mary's unsus- pecting mamma imagines her beautiful daughter to be innocently walking backwards and forwards in the Lancers. " What was Cadet Mason saying to you in the Spoonological Museum by the Rodman gun, Mary .?" I asked, as we came back from the Point on the Chauncey Vibhard. "Well, he talked very interesting — he — proposed," replied Miss Mary, blushing. " How proposed .'*" I asked. "Why, he said he loved me and wanted me to be engaged to him." "And you ?" f> " Why, I told him to ask father, and— "And he ?" " \\ hy, he said be wasn't really in earnest. He a/ui;iQA, and said he didn't really mean anything seri- ous. Then he took my hand and said, ' Why, really, Miss Astor, I don't want to ask your papa.' What do you mean then, Mr. Mason V I asked. Why, Miss Astor,' he said, ' I only meant to ex- tend to you the regular and customary courtesies of the Point !' "The miserable, flirting cadet!" And Miss Mary'> eyes flashed as she said it. U ( u < ■ 1 ■■■ ,n arrows or unsuspecting war or gun- Gary's unsus- ughter to be irds in the you in the ;un, Mary?" oint on the — proposed," )d me to be arnest. He nything scri- Why, really, >' I asked. | leant to ex- ** :ourtesies of Miss Mary'^' THE HORSE MAN. One morning the Rev. Dr. Corey, my uncle Con- sider, and another good old Baptist minister, were sitting on the balcony in Saratoga, talking theology. Dr. Corey, who always has an eye for a nice horse, was watching a couple of spans of trotting horses while his brother minister was moralizing over the sins of this gay and fashionable world. " Alas, these are degenerate days. Dr. Corey ! very fast days!" sighed Dr. Deems as he bowed his head and looked at a tract which he held in his hand. "Yes, pretty fast. Dr. Deems — fast for such young horses and such a heavy road," replied Dr. Corey, whose worldly eyes were on the horses. Just as two spans danced by with light Brewster buggies, followed by the swellest dog-cart tandem in Saratoga, Dr. Deems heaved a sigh and remarked again, "Yes, brother Corey, alas! we live in a very fast age." "Very fast, brother Deems," replied Dr. Corey, taking off his eye-glasses, "very f-a-s-t, but I'll bet ten dollars that I've got a span of fast mares in Nev/ York that can 'dust' anything you see here, except the Commo- dore's!" Brother Deems merely dropped his head upon his hands, and drew a sigh which could come only from a crushed and broken heart. 119 THE PIOUS MAN. A PIOUS old Kentucky deacon — Deacon Shelby — was famous as a shiewd horse dealer. One day farmer Jones went over to Bourbon County, taking his black boy Jim with him, to trade horses with brother Shelby. After a good deal of dickering, they finally made the trade, and Jim rode the new horse home. "Whose horse is that, Jim.?" asked some of the horse-trading deacon's neighbors as Jim rode past. "Massa Jones's, sah." " What ! did Jones trade horses with Deacon Shel- by .?" "Yes, massa dun traded wid de deakin." "Goodness, Jim! wasn't your master afraid the dea- con would get the best of him in the trade.?" "Oh no!" replied Jim, as his eyes glistened with a new intelligence, "Massa knowed how Deakin Shelby has dun got kinder pious lately, and he was on his guard/ " 1^ A FRONTIERSMAN. Shelby- lay farmer his black ler Shelby. made the ne of the e past. aeon Shel- d the dea- ■ • led with a cin Shelby was on his -'—^:- ^^K W^^^ ^D^^^^ ^.vJWHbwj n^^3 ii»i Hm "pay yer far!" Westward, westward, westward we have been riding all day over the Kansas Pacitic. From Kansas City the road runs straight up the Kansas River bottom and along Smoky Hill and the buffalo country to Denver. On the train are grangers from Carson and Hugo, and killers and stabbers from Wild Horse and Eagle Tail. As we near Salina, Kansas, Conductor Cheeney comes along to collect the fare. Touching a long- haired miner on the back, he looks down and says, "Tickets!" "Hain't got none," says the frontiersman, holding his gun with one hand and scowling out from under his black slouch hat. " But you must pay your fare, sir !" expostulated the conductor. " Now jes look a-here, stranger ; mebbe you're a doin' your duty, but I hain't never paid yet goin' through this country, and " Just then a slouchy old frontiersman, who had been compelled to pay his fare in a rear car, stepped up in front of the mulish passenger, and pointing a six- shooter at him, said; F m 12a "See here, Long Bill, you jes pay yer fare! I've paid mine, and they don't anybody ride on this train free if I don't — if they do, damme!" "All right, you've got the drop on me, pardner, so put up your shooter an' I'll settle," said the miner, going into his pocket for the money. " Do these incidents often happen ?" I asked the conductor a little while afterward. "Well, yes, but not so often as they used to in 1868 and 1870, Mr. Perkins. The other day," continued the conductor, "some three-card-monte men came on the train and swindled a drover out of $150. The poor man seemed to take it to heart. He said his cattle got so cheap during the grasshopper raid that he had to just * peel 'em' and sell their hides in Kansas City — and this was all the money he had. A half- dozen miners from Denver overheard the talk, and, coming up, they ' drew a bead' on the monte men and told 'em to pay that money back. " * Just you count that money back, conductor,' they said, and after I had done it," continued the con- ductor, " one of the head miners said : " * Now, pardner, you jes stop this train, an' we'll hang these three-card fellows to the telegraph pole.'" "Did they do it.?" I asked. "Well, they hung one of 'em; but the other two, dog on it, got lost in the grass." "But wa'n't there h — 1 to pay on that train when we got to Muncie, though," said Cheney. "How.>" I asked. " Why, six masked men stopped the train and robbed 'are ! I've this train »ardner, so the miner, asked the to in 1868 continued n came on ^150. The [e said his r raid that s in Kansas 1. A half- talk, and, ;e men and uctor,' they i the con- , an' we'll ph pole.' " other two, train when 123 the express car. One man uncoupled the engine and ran it forward — two men went through the express safe and three men went through the passengers. But O ! didn't they play hell, though. Wa'n't it a glorious day!" "Did they rob anybody? did " " No, they didn't zackly rob 'em, but they frightened 'em almost to death and then laughed at 'em. They'd stick their blunderbusses in the car windows and shout 'Throw up your hands!' to the passengers, and their hands would go up like pump handles. The Rev. Winfield Scott, a devilish good old min- ister from Denver, was takin' a quiet game of poker with another passenger at the time. He had just got four queens and was raisin' the ante to fifteen dollars when one of the robbers pointed his pistol at him and sang out: '''Hold up your hands! or I'll blow your head off!' " ' No, you wont,* says Parson Scott, standing up in his seat — 'not by a danged sight ! I've been a preacher of the gospel goin' on twenty years, and I'm ready to die in the harness, and I will die, and any man can shoot me and be danged before I'll throw up such a hand as that — two trays and four queens!'" PARSON SCOTT, and robbed THE HACKMAN. General Grant has been sending a good many Philadelphia Quakers to the Indian Nations as agents. Recently a party of Quaker commissioners returned to Philadelphia on a visit. The "Broad Brims" landed, carpet-bag in hand, at West Philadelphia, when an Irish hack-driver, who chanced to have a broad-brim also, stepped up, and to ingratiate himself into their good graces, passed himself off as a brother Quaker. " Is thee going towards the Continental Hotel .'*" asked the hack-driver. " Yea, our residences are near there," replied the Quakers. "Will thee take my carriage?" "Yea— gladly." As they seated themselves, the hack-driver asked very seriously — "Where is thou's baggage.**" 121 SEWERS AND SOWERS. The other day, Uncle Consider and Aunt Patience came down to Nt vv York to trade. Uncle said he'd go and buy some jewelry — a black emanuel buzzum-pin and some antic ear-rings — for the girls, and an onion seed-sower for the farm; while Aunt Patience went looking about for a sewing-machine. After a while Uncle Consider, in his meandering down Broadway, stumbled into Wilcox & Gibbs's sewing-machine show-rooms. He saw so many little machines, and pamphlets, and nice cases around, that he took it for an agricultural warehouse. As the old man entered the store, the polite Mr. Hankey, who always shakes hands with all new cus- tomers, advanced to meet him, saying: " Good-morning, sir. Can I show you a sew " " Good-mornin','* interrupted Uncle Consider, grasp- ing Mr. Hankey's hand. " How d' do ? 1 kum into buy — this is a machine store, ain't it .^" " Yes, sir, this is Wilcox & Gibbs's ; we sell the best machines * " Well, Mr. Gilcox & Wibbs, I want to buy a sower — one that will sow all kinds of little truck — a machine that will sow cotton, will sow " " Yes, sir ; our machines will sew anything in the world, and gather, and tuck, and ruffle, and fell, and 125 126 hem, and puff; and we send a binder and a feller with it — fifty-six dollars, sir, for the plain machine, and " "You say it will bind as well as sow?" " Certainly, sir ; bind anything in the world." "And gather, too?" "Anything, sir." "And sow anything we may have to sow on the farm?" asked Uncle Consider in amazement. "Sew anything and everything, as straight as a clothes-line," replied Mr. Hankey. " And you sell 'em for fifty-six dollars ?" "Yes, sir." " Well, Mr. Gibcox & Wills, then you jes send me up one of them thar machines that will sow onions, bind buckwheat, and gather apples," said the old man, un- rolling his leather wallet and laying six ten-dollar bills on the counter. feller with and " i." w on the ght as a jnd me up ions, bind man, un- lollar bills HARD ON LAWYERS. In Akron, Ohio, where they have the personal dam- age temperance law, I heard of a funny temperance case. A rumseller, whom I will call Hi Church, be- cause he was " high " most of the time, had been sued several times for damage done by his rum on citizens of the town. One man came out drunk and smashed in a big glass window. He was too poor to pay for it, and the owner came against Church. A boy about six- teen got drunk and let a horse run away with him, breaking his arm. His father made Church pay the damage. A mechanic got drunk and was killed on the railroad track, and his wife sued Church for $2,000 and got it. A farmer got drunk and was burned in his barn on the hay. His son sued Church and recov- ered $1800. Church got sick of paying out so much money for personal and property damages. It ate up all the rumseller's profits. Still, he acknowledged the law to be a statute, and that it held him responsible for all the damage done by his rum. He used to argue, also, that sometimes his rum did people good, and then he said he ought to re- ceive something back. One day lawyer Thompson got to drinking. Thomp- son was mean, like most all lawyers, and when he died of the delirium tremens there wasn't much mourning in m 128 Akron. There wasn't anyl)ody who cared enough for Thompson to sue Church for damage done. So, one day, Church went before the Court himself. " What docs Mr. Church want ?" asked the justice. " I tell yer what. Jedge," commenced the rumseller, " when my rum killed that thar mechanic Johnson and farmer Mason, I cum down like a man. I paid the dam- age and squared up like a Christian — now, didn't I, Jedge r "Yes, you paid the damage, Mr. Church; but what then .?" " Well, Jedge, my rum did a good deal to'ards killin' lawyer Thompson, now, and it 'pears ter me when I kill a lawyer I kinder oughter get a rebate!" I mough for . So, one le justice, rumseller, hnson and d the dam- , didn't I, ; but what ards killin* k^hen I kill E. PERKINS— ATTORNEY AT LAW. ELI PERKINS, Attorney at Law. I AM now ready to commence the practice of law in New York. I've been reading New York law for two weeks — night and day. I find all law is based on prece- dent^. Whenever a client comes to me and tells me he has committed a great crime, I take down the precedent and tell him what will become of him if he don't run away. In cases where clients contem- plate great crimes, I tell them beforehand what will be the penalty if they don't buy a juryman. Yesterday a man came to me and said he wanted to knock Mayor Hall's teeth down his throat. "What will be the penalty, Mr. Perkins.?" he asked. " Are they false teeth or real teeth ?" I inquired. "False, I think, sir." " Then don't do it, sir. False teeth are personal property; but if they are real, knock away. These are the precedents:" TEETH CA':)ES. A fellow on Third avenue borrowed a set of false teeth from the show case of a dentist, and he was sent to Sing Sing for four years. 129 Another fellow knocked a man's real teeth down his throat, and Judge Barnard let him off with a reprimand ! 130 The next day Controller Green came to me and wanted to knock out Mr. Chas. A. Dana's eye, because Mr. Dana wrote such long editorials. "Are they real eyes or glass eyes, Mr. Green?" I asked. " One looks like glass, the other is undoubtedly real," said Mr. Green. "Then read this precedent and go for the real eye:" POSSIBLE EYE CASES. Making off with a man's glass eye — two years in Sing Sing. Tearing out a man's real eye — a fine of I5. In cases of legs I find these precedents : Stealing a man's crutch — two years in the Penitentiary. Breaking a man's leg — a fine of $10. So I advise clients to go for real eyes and real legs. GENERALLY. I conclude — Damage to a man's property — the Penitentiary and severest pen- alty which the law admits. I conclude — Damag.? to or destruction of a ma-^'s life — acquittal or a recom- mendation to mercy. Now I am ready to practice. I prefer murder or manslaughter cases, as they are the simplest. If you want to shoot a man come and see me, and I'll make a bargain with the judge and jury, and get you bail beforehand. HOW DONN PIRATE THRASHED "ELI I'ERKINS." LETTER FROM THE VICTIM — DREADFUL PUNISHMENT OF consider's nephew. I SHALL never forget how Donn Pirate, a District of Columbia brigand, and I fell out and had a big fight. I shall also long remember the terrible thrash- ing he gave me. I knew I had been whipped by Donn because I saw the marks on Donn's face and also talked with the doctor who sponged him off and put liniment on him. But oh, it was a fearful castigation ! I never want to be whipped again. If ever any man wants to continue to serve humanity — wants to make a martyr of himself — wants to reduce himself to a lump of jelly like the boneless man in the circus, by whipping me, I hope he will read this and reflect. This is the way Donn came to thrash me. I tell it to our sorrow. You see, Donn had been saying how I had stolen some literary thunder out of his Capitol. I informed him politely how he had lied, and insinu- ated that he was a d f , such as they have a good many of in the District of Columbia. This roused Donn's patriotism, and yesterday he called at my rooms to thrash me. I was never so af- fected in my life as when 1 saw him coming up the 131 132 :.;'; -'.ri' long dark stairs. And when I smelled his breath I was thrown into hysterics. I was so badly frightened that I didn't know what to do. I seized my cane and commenced dancing wildly around the room. Every now and then I would let it drop on somebody. " Please be quiet, Mr. Perkins — calm yourself," said Mr. Pirate, who seemed to sympathize with me in my extreme agitation. But, like John Phoenix when he thrashed Judge Ames, I couldn't keep quiet. My cane continued to fly around in such a wild manner that Donn really pitied me. He didn't feel like going on with the thrashing at all. But all at once he made a lurch with both legs towards the stairs, frightening me ter- ribly. Then he dragged me down the steps by the hair of his head, which stuck to my trembling hands. I was so frightened that I fell down on top of him. Then he shook me up and down in the most savage manner by my poor hands, which were fastened tightly to his coat-collar. All the time I was so scared that my cane trembled violently in the air, and it would have been smashed to pieces a dozen times had not Mr. Pirate's head softened the blows on the pavement. Thus this infuriated man continued to thrash me until he became unconscious. Then the police came and took his hair out of my hands, released me, and car- ried him home on a stretcher. I shall never recover from that terrible fright. Even this morning I began to be nervously affected again when I saw this bloodthirsty man. My cane began trembling in the air. But Donn seemed to feel sorry D E C P \Va 133 breath I frightened J cane and n. Every ody. self," said tne in my ■d Judge tinued to nn really with the J a lurch me ter- »s by the g hands. of him. >t savage d tightly red that it would had not ivement. Tie until me and ind car- :. Even d again : began 2I sorry for me— "so sorry," he said, "that he didn't have the heart to thrash me any more." To show how this whipping occurred, I append a map drawn by the new Heliotype process after William Hogarth : C ECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC '& E E E E E E E E E E E E £ EE E EEE E D E DDD E D E D E E C U EEE ECCCCCCCCCCCCC EEE D EEE DDDDD EEE DDD E E D D ED D D E DDD E DDD E E D DD E E ■ D D E D D D D DDDD D D DDDD D D D D D D E £ E E E EE MAP OF ACCIDENT. D represents Donn. E represents Eli. C represents Cane. Yours truly. "Eli Perkins." P. S. — I send you my original poem by Artemus Ward and John Phoenix on my truthful and high-toned 134 friend Donnel Pirate, the only licensed court-jester now living : CHAP. 3ST. Once on a time it came to pass, As Donn Pirate was lying Asleep in bed, he had a dream And cried, " I'm dying — dying !'* PART ONEST. But when they woke the lying Donn, He said, " I'm only cheating The grave of my poor sinful soul And th' Devil of a happy meeting.' CONCLUSION. So when they found in Washington, Alas ! that Donn was stealing A march on Satan and his imps, Their grief 'twas hard concealing. E. P. urt-jester now A DAY AT SARATOGA. I" nn, ng. n, g- FLIRTING — DANCING — DRINKING — GAMBLING. E. P, ef 3^ j^^gj ^^ ysm ^^ w^^9i ^^ ISfljHFi S^'>Sh H ^if^^mj^^lm SH B ^^S Mm 1 AM AFRAID SOME ONE IS WATCHING US !" What do the " swells " do in Sar- atoga ? Well, at eight A. M. they appear on the hotel balcony. He is dressed in soft hat, with feather, and English cut-away coat ; she in Leghorn hat, cocktJ up with plume. She carries a pongee parasol, bound with black lace, and wears a pongee redingote, with black lace sleeves to match lier parasol. In the old time of Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis and Mrs. Dr. Rush, young ladies and poodles in hot weather both needed muslin; but times have changed. "Aw, Miss Astor," Augustus remarks, "thwal I ethkort you to the Congwes spwing.?" "Thanks, Mister de Courtney, thanks!" replies Miss Astor, taking his arm. Then they saunter to the spring^ drink two glasses, and walk around the park. She hangs lovingly on his arm as she v/atches the squirrels and fawns, or looks up sweetly as she gossips confidentially about the "hor- rid dresses the Scroggs girls wear." Returning to the spring, they drink the third glass and return to the "States." Now they walk three times up and down 135 136 the balcony to show their morning costumes; then sweep in to breakfast, where they read the Saratogiati, eat Spanish mackerel, woodcock, and spring chicken, give the waiter a dollar, and gossip about the Jones girls, whose mother used to keep a boarding-house. "Bah! some people do put on such airs!" remarks Miss Astor. After breakfast and cigars all sit on the back bal- cony of the " States " to talk and " spoon " and hear the music. » Time, half-past ten. Sentimental young ladies now " spoon " under mammoth umbrellas, with newspapers in front. " Oh, Augustus ! I am afraid somebody is watching us." "No, they kon't, yeu kneuw. Miss Mollie; but it's hawid to sit in such a cwowd — perfectly atwocious; let's walk up to the gwaveyaid." "To see the Indians, Augustus.'*" "Oh, yes; they're jolly nice — perfectly lovely — splen " And off they go to the Indian encampment on the hill. At two P. M. dinner — sv/eetbreads, salad, Philadel- phia squabs, and champagne. "O gracious! Augustus, aren't my cheeks red!" Augustus's father, after eating squabs and drinking champagne, sherry, and claret, remarks: " Did it ever occur to you, Mr. Perkins, that a plain liver like me could have the goat?" Dinner over, and all retire to balcony to smoke and 137 Limes ; then Saratogian, ig chicken, t the Jones ig-house. >!" remarks back bal- " and hear ladies now newspapers is watching ie; but it's atwocious ; T lovely — ent on the s red !" '\ drinkinLi; t) at a plain ;moke and « « Philadel- f % read the papers. Sentimental young people retire to corners and flirt under umbrellas and twenty-inch fans, and Augustus reads sentimental poetry : You kissed ir.e ! My soul, in a bliss so divine, Reeled and swooned like a foolish man drunken' with wine. And I thought 'twere delicious to die then, if Death Would but come while lay lips were yet moist with your breath ! And these are the questions I ask day and night : Must my life taste but one such exquisite delight ? Would you care if your breast were my shelter as then ? And — if you were here — would you kiss me again ? Miss Astor reads : Why can't you be sensible, dearie ? I don't like men's arms on my chair. Be still ! if you don't stop this nonsense, I'll get up and leave you — so there ! Then the " spooniest " young people saunter over to the ten-spring woods or down to the double seats in Congress Spri: ^ Park. After tea the grand balcony tramp commences. Ladies in full dress — gros grain silks, tight to hip, long train, with white lace sleeves. Hair braided in short stem behind. Gentlemen in "swallow tails." "O, Augustus! isn't this dress too sweet for any- thing.?" " Just too lovely, Miss Astor. And ain't the mewsic awful jolly to-night?" Admiring mothers now look on and hold extra chairs. Rich old bachelors who own dog-carts bow, present bouquets, and retire. Engaged couples seclude them- selves in unlighted corners. "Yes, Augustus, we'll go to Washington on our bridal trip." 138 At nine, children are led off to bed, mothers occupy long lines of chairs around the hon room, and dancing commences. Small talk usurps the time between the sets. Young Gentleman — Charmin' evening, Miss Astor. Young Lady — Yes, awful charmin' — perfectly lovely — splen Young Gentleman — Donee a squar donee to-night? Young Lady — Oh, Augustus ! I kon't, yeu kneuw. The squar donees are beastly — perfectly atwocious — hawible — perfectly dre'ful. Let's donee a galop. They're awful jolly — perfectly divine. Twelve P. M. — Hop over and lights out. Girls drink lemonade in reception room, talk about ruined dress skirts, and handsome fellows rush down to Morrissey's. "I'll make or break to-night." Table loaded with white and red checks, champagne flows, and cigar smoke fills the air, like a cherubim. " Gus, lend me %\oV' "The white loses and the red wins," slowly repeats the dealer. "My i:iod, I'm ruined!" After midnight — streets silent ; hotel dark. The click of the gamblers' checks sounds out from the gilded haunt of the revelers. Lizzie dreams of dresses, of love, of heaven — and of her dear, dear, innocent Augustus. "Who smashed that champagne bottle into the mir- ror.?" Then they carry Augustus home — hair over his face and his blue eyes bleared and blinded. 139 lers occupy md dancing >etween the ss Astor. tly lovely — to-night ? i^eu kneuw. itwocious — i a galop. Girls drink Liined dress Morrissey's. "Oh, please keep it from father!" Why do I reflect ? Why do I look upon all this sinning and sorrowing — this verity and vanity — this gladness and giddiness, and see no good ? Sorrow- fully I bow my head and say : We are born ; we dance ; we weep ; We love, we laugh — we die .' Ah, wherefore do we laugh or weep ? Why do we love — and die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas, not I ! We toil through pain and wrong ; We fight— and fly ; We love ; we lose, and then, ere long, Stone dead we lie ! O life, is all thy song, " Endure and die " ? ■ PLEASE KEEP IT FP JM FATHER ! I" champagne cherubim. wly repeats The click the gilded dresses, of ', innocent to the mir- ier his face THE SWELLS AT SARATOGA. ELI MOURNS BECAUSE HE CANNOT DANCES. DANCE THE ROUND Conversations as varied as the crowd greet you on every hand at Saratoga. Last night Mr. Winthrop, a young authpr from Boston, was talking to Miss Johnson from Oil City. Miss Johnson is a beautiful girl — very fashionable. No material expense is spared to make her attractive. She is gored and puckered to match her pannier, and ruffled and fluted and cut on the bias to correspond with her overskirt, but, knowledge is limited. As Mr. Winthrop was promenading up and down the balcony last night, he remarked to Miss Johnson as he opened Mr. Jenkins's English book : "Have you seen Ginx's Baby^ Miss Johnson.?" " Oh, Mr. Winthrop ! I think all babies are dread- ful — awful — perfectly atrocious ! Mrs. Ginx don't bring her baby into the parlor, does she .?" " But how do you like Dajue Europa's School^ Miss Johnson.'" continued Mr. Winthrop. 140 MISS JOHNSON. alas ! her literary 141 JA. THE ROUND JOHNSON. her literary and down ss Johnson ;on?" are dread- don't bring chool^ Miss "I don't like any school at all, Mr. Winthrop, except dancing school — they're dreadful — perfectly atrocious ! O. the divine round dances, the " " Have you seen the Woman in White^ by Wilkie Collins, Miss Johnson.?" " No, but I saw the woman in dark blue by Commo- dore Vanderbilt — and such a dancer — such a " "Did you ^t^ Napoleon's Julius CccsarV interrupted Mr. Winthrop. " Napoleon's Julius seize her! you don't say so, Mr. Winthrop! Well, I don't wonder. I wanted^ to seize her myself — any one who would wear such an atrocious polonaise r And so, aristocratic Miss Johnson went on. In every word she uttered I saw the superiority of the material over the mental — the preponderance of milliner over the schoolmaster. I was glad to sit with the poor Boston author at the fountain of Miss Johnson's wisdom — to drink in a perpetual flow of soul, and to feast on reason. But when a moment afterwards I saw Miss Johnson and empty-headed Mr. Witherington of Fifth avenue floating down the ball-room in the redowa, I felt that my early education had been neglected. "Alas, I cannot dance!" I sighed. "I cannot dance the German!" "O," I sighed in the anguish of my heart, "would that 1 had directed my education in other channels; would that I had cultivated my brain less and my heels more, and that books and art and architecture had not drawn me aside from the festive dance. Would 14^ that the palace of the Caesars, the Milan Cathedral, and the great dome of St. Paul's were in chaos ! Would that Dickens and John Ruskin and old Hugh Miller had never lived, and that the sublime coloring of Rem- brandt and Raphael had faded like the colors of a rainbow." "After death comes the judgment; and what will it profit a man to gain the whole world and fail \<