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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 \< I all about !i a time! 2W York- nous stairs balcony all graveyard, ly off into My lovely r anything ! send you a on't know don't you ed to him! nde. He's tout. He's n — but you fifty times; a long, sad loved." me. :k " on the you? Well, I'll tell you. There is a Miss Virginia Vaughan stopping at the Clarendon. She's an old thing, and awfully cross and prudish, as all those Clirendon girls are. Ha, ha i You know, Dick, he says the Clarendon must be an awful healthy place. "the MEAN THING I" "Why.^" I asked. " Because most all the young ladies live to such nice old ages there." Oh, the wretch ! If it weren't so healthy up there, O dear! a good many of them would have been dead years ago, wouldn't they ? Well, this Virginia Vaughan knew Dick. She, the mean thing, was engaged to him when they came here. How he could have ever fancied that cross thing, I don't know. My ! wouldn't she eat me up if she could — ivouldn't she ! Mother says Vaughan and my Dick look just alike. Bah ! Well, to tell you how I first met Dick. Virginia, you know, was engaged to him. About a week ago she got a telegraph from the Masons over at Newport, saying her mother was sick — almost dying. Virginia had to go, of course. So she came to me and said she loved Dick, and she hated to leave ..in — the simpleton — and that as they were engaged, Dick would be quite lone- some without her. The little goose ! Then she asked me to sort of entertain Dick till she came back. Sit on 148 the balcony, you know, and promenade, etc. Well, I did it : you may be assured I did. I played awful sweet on poor Richard. (" Poor Richard " is good — ain't it } I mean for me.) I asked him to promenade in the park. We sat on that flirting seat. I said I was lonely. I told him it was not meet for any one to live all alone. Then I sighed, and let my hand fall gently on the book. Of course he took it — any fellow will do that. You know the rest. In three days he proposed to me— and — 1 — well, of course I accepted him. Of course I had to. But what a fu?s we had, though! One day I was sitting on that seat alone, reading and waiting for Dick. I knew he was coming — of course I did. Pretty soon I heard some one stealing up behind me. I v. as sure it was Dick, but I pretended not to notice him. Pretty soon he came close up, and gave me a kiss, smack on my neck. "Oh, Dick! how could you, darling?" I cried, when, looking up — good gracious ! what do you think } Why, it wa'n't Dick at all. It was that mean, old, poky, cross Virginia Vaughan ! Of course she made a fuss about it, and broke off the engagement, and all that; but I don't care. Dick is mine now ; and they say the silly thing has actually put on mourning ! Did you ever.'* Well, Vaughan (We girls don't call her Virginia any more) has got s^tme other ^eaux now. She's got old gray-headed Munson, of the Jockey Club. Old Munson drives a Brewster dog-cart, with a tiger 149 behind; and such swell English clothes! Then there is a real nice club-house smell about him all the time, like dried chamj agne and cigar-smoke. Dick says all these club men smell like a dried bar. There, pa is coming. The dear, good old pa! I'm going right straight to him and tell him about Dick, get him to say "yes," and then tease him out of such a trousseau! Dia- monds, laces, silver, six bridesmaids, honeymoon, and— goodness!— I wonder if Dick will want to do like those Union Club fellows— go off and spend the entire honeymoon with the fellows, and leave me at home! Such things are" dreadful. Oh, deui 1 But, darling, I must close. Let's see, what have I written about ? Next time I'll tell you about myself. By-by! You old darling! Minnie. Sa?.atoga, yufy 23. MARRIED BROWN'S BOYS AT SARATOGA HIS SECRET LOVE-LETTER. Saratoga, July i8. Yes, married Brown's Boys. You will see them in every large city and at every watering-place — men mar- ried to suffering, neglected wives, but flirting with scores of young ladies. Yesterday a young lady, Miss Ida , at the United States Hotel, received a letter from one of these married Browns' Boy flirts at the Clarendon. Miss Ida carried the letter all day, and accidentally dropped it in the ball-room last night. The writer is a handsome man, the husband of a devoted wife, and the father of beautiful children, and this, alas! is the heartless letter which he writes to one of our young ladies to- day : Clarendon, July to. My own darling : I will try and see you to-night in the piano corner of the big parlor — at eight. Manage to be there with ^ liizzie and Charley, for they are spooney and we can "shake" them, and they will take it as a kindness. I send you my photograph. How do you like it? Do send me yours. You are in my mind constantly — day and night. You say you "don't "MY PHOTOGRAPH." ^^Ink I Can be true to you and 151 -men mar- have a wife at the Clarendon." Have I not told you, dearest, that I have no wife? To be sure, we are married, but she is not my wife. I do not love her as I love you. She belonged to a very rich family, and had a good deal of property — Boulevard lots. She laid no claim to being aristocratic. My family were aristocratic. There is no better blood in the Knickefbocker Club than he has who has so often confessed his love to you. She married me for my aristocratic connections, and I married her, alas ! I am ashamed to confess it, for her great wealth. We are married, but not mated. Then, after she nursed me through a long spell of sickness, she looked hag- gard and worn. Then I told her I could not love her unless she looked fresh and beautiful. She looked sad at this, and turned her head away. Foolish woman. Then I resolved to get a divorce. This was before I saw you, my dear, sweet girl — before Miss S. pre- sented us at the last ball. Didn't we have a sweet time.? Then, when we rode over to the lake, and sauntered out along the willow banks, Mrs. C. thought I was at the races. That night I loved you so wildly that I had a fearful headache. I knew it was that. I threw myself on my bed at the Clarendon. Mrs. C. insisted on bathing my head with camphor. She said the races were too much for me. I tossed and rolled in a delirium for hours, and then finally went to sleep. In my sleep I dreamed of you, my dear Ida. I called your name aloud several times — then I awoke. It was three o'clock, but Mrs. C, haggard and worn, was still sitting over me. When I cried your name, dear Ida, she said : 153 "Why, darling, have you forgotten my name? My name is not Ida." How stupid ! In the morning I gave her a scolding for making a fool of herself. She looked so forlorn after this that I told her to stay in her room, and I came down and spent that happy evening with you. In one of your notes, dear Ida, you say your papa asked you if I was not married, and that you blushed and said " Of course not." That's right. I never take out Mrs. C, and no one knows that we are married but our intimate friends. I shall soon have a divorce, when I will let her go with a dowry. It is quite funny to think that the very money which I propose to pay her dowry with, she herself gave me when we were married. But if I give her a small dowry, then we will have enough to keep our carriage and live hand- somely Won't we, pet.? You say, darling, that you could never be happy without a carriage. Well, you shall have one, if I have to sell Minnie's diamonds to buy it. Minnie won't want diamonds when she is living on a dowry. You ask me how I became acquainted with Minnie ? Well, it's a funny story. We first met at Newport. Her father came up with the Vintons — coach and four, Minnie was beautiful then. She had golden hair and "how do you like it?" I f 153 imo ? My a scolding so forlorn )m, and I ith you. your papa •u blushed never take e married a divorce, go with a funny to ry money ) pay her /" gave me i. But if )wry, then to keep ve hand- et ? You 3u could you shall s to buy is living Minnie ? Newport, and four. hair and great brown eyes, like you, pet, and an arm as plump and white as Lizzie's; but she has worried herself so about me when I've had neuralgia and headache after big dinners at the Club, that she's only a shadow now. Well, as I was saying, we were at Newport together. One day we were out rowing — clear out by the light- house. I stood up in the boat to light a cigar — a gust came and over I went into the surf. I thought I was done for, and I did sink twice, but the third time Minnie rowed the boat up to me, caught hold of my clothes, and held me till some men put out from the shore. I ought to be very grateful to Minnie — and I am. I'm going to allow her a large dowry — for her — ^1,500 a year, and we'll take care of Freddy ourselves, won't we.-* I suppose she will want Freddy — all moth- ers are foolish about their children; but he's a boy, and of course I can take him. Then he won't bore us much, as we can trudge him off to boarding-school. Now, my darling Ida, you see how much I love you. So keep this evening for me and all the round dances on your card. Those United States fellows wouldn't make such a sacrifice for you as I would — would they.? Tell your father that I'm a vestryman in Dr. Morgan's church. I'm not, you know, but they did speak to me about it once, and it's the same thing. With kisses and love, dear Ida, I am all thine till I see you. J. C. F. P. S. — Of course this note is all entre nous. J 154 ai! To-night I watched for J. C. F. Sure enough, Miss Ida sat waiting for him in the piano corner. In a moment they " shook " Lizzie and Charley, and went off on the back balcony, where the lights are few and dim. There they are now — now as t write. I can see their shadows drawn out on the floor, but, alas! they are not two shadows, but one. They must be sitting very close together. This, alas, is love — Saratoga love. This is new- dispensation love. This is round dance, dog cart, tandem, panier love. This is not the old-fashioned love of Ruth and Loaz nor the foolish sentiment of Dante and Beatrice. This is the pure and sublime passion engendered by the new civilization — the civili- zation of divorce trials, faro banks, horse races, and round dances. The old love of our fathers was old- fashioned and primitive. The new love must come through wives divorced, through six-carat solitaires and in a gilded tandem drag with coachmen in gold- spangled liveries. Honor, bravery, learning ! Bah ! Take away your Socrates and give me the new Phil- osopher with his coachmen in top-boots. Why serve seven years for a woman's love, like miserable Jacob, caught in the snares of Rachel, wiicn you can mariy a fortune, divorce your wife with a $1,500 dowry, and carry off your new sweetheart in tv/o weeks at New- port and Saratoga } We all take to the new panier- dog-cart love. We all throw away the plain gold ring for the sparkling solitaire. Did not Martin Luther go back on Rome and St. Peter — his first love — for the pretty girl of Nuremburg? ELI'S BELLE OF SARATOGA. There she goes — the old belle — and thus we sum her up: Nine gallons of inflated pannier, 176 yards of muslin in trailing underskirts, $48 worth of wig, $36 worth of dangling smelling-bottles, fans, card-cases, and straps; 196 yards of gros grain silk, some cotton, one box of pearl powder; I72 worth of teeth on gutta percha; six-button gloves, mammoth umbrella, copy of Edmund Yates's book — and all hanging on the arm of something intended to represent a man — a sort of ama- teur gentleman. Saxe says : Hark to the music of her borrowed tone ; Observe the blush that purchase makes her own ; See the sweet smile that sheds its beaming rays, False as the bosom where her diamonds blaze. And sorrowfully my cousin Peleg wails this verse: See how the changes of her walk reveal The patent instep and the patent heel ; Her patent pannier rounds her form divine, Its patent arch supports her patent spine, Lends matchless symmetry and stylish gait, And bears the label, " Patent— '68." A patent corset holds her flimsy form, And patent dress-pads keep her bosom warm. Behold the plaintive glance of patent eyes. As she lifts her patent eyebrows in surprise. She shakes her head — four pecks of patent hair Fly like a hop-yard in the August air, 150 And twenty grim ghosts wliispcr her aside, "Dear Sylph ! 7t>t' wore thnt wig before we died." To whom respondeth, unabashed, the beauty, Git out, you spooks I I guess I know v\y jiitc-y^ How gnash her patent teeth with gutta percha ire, And llasli her patent eyes with belladonna fire ! As drops her patent chignon in a chair, She jumps to pick it up But I forbear. BROWN'S BOYS AT SARATOGA. GUS AND MISS K. HOW INNOCENT YOUNG MEN ARK DECEIVED. Saratoga, July 8i/i. Yesterday a remarkable case of misplaced confidence came out up at the aristocratic United States. A kind old millionaire fath- er was staying there with two daughters. He was said to be very wealthy. He himself talks of putting $500,000 into a national bank. Under the circumstances, of course the Brown's Boys have been very sweet on the eldest young lady. They (and o^/e especially) have been always on hand with bouquets and bon-bons. Absolute devotion are no words to express this young man's polite atten- tion. Thus the thing has been going on for a week. All -^t once yesterday the most devoted young man fell off He looked pale and excited. Then he gave up his aristocratic room at the States, and took cheap rooms at Congress Hall. Here he looked the picture of discouragement. Meeting him this morning I asked him what was the matter. Why, Eli," said he, as he heaved a great sigh, "I've 157 158 been devoted to Miss K for a whole week ; we've been over to eat black bass at Mcyers's ; we've bowled and breakfasted at Moon's, and I don't knoSv what we haven't done." "Well, Glis, what of that?" I asked. "Nothing, only I've been fooled — deceived. You know Miss K 's father is rich?" "Yes — a millionaire." "And I've been devoted to her for a week?" "Yes, I've noticed it." " Spent lots of money on her for bouquets and drives, and " "And what, Gus, w-h-a-t?" "Why, Will Clark knows the family. He was grooms- man at the old fellow's first daughter's wedding." "Was it a big one?" I asked. "Yes, a swell affair on Madison avenue. But when the poor young husband went to get into the carriage to start on his bridal tour, the old tight-fisted drome- dary of a father-in-law gave his bride-daughter — how much do you think?" " Why, I suppose a check for $20,000, Gus." " A check for $20,000 ! Thunderation ! The tight- fisted old fool handed her a $10 bill, and Will Clark says he'll be blessed if he has ever given her a penny since ; and here I've been wasting bouquets and a whole week's time on the second daughter, and " And then Gus chewed the end of his cigar violently, and wiped the cold drops of perspiration from his forehead. He was a broken-hearted victim of mis- placed confidence. 151) veek ; we've e've bowled kno\v what sived. You eek ?" and drives, was grooms- dding." But when ;he carriage ted drome- ghter — how »i The tight- Will Clark er a penny lets and n and " ,r violently, from his of mis- I told him to cheer up. I told him that he was like all of us — that it goes against the reason of a young man nowadays to take an old man's extravagant daugh- ter for nothing. I told him that once wo had visions of supporting our fathers-in-law — of giving them large sums of money; but now, alas! things have changed, and fathers who deceive us, as you have just been deceived, ought not to be allowed to run at large. They should be instantly arrested. They are confi- dence men — stumbling blocks and snares in the pathway of innocent, confiding young men. "Alas, Eli!" he sighed, as the big tears rolled down his cheeks, "when will we poor innocent young men cease to be deceived by our sweethearts' fathers.'* There ain't any more honest love. It is all planning and plotting, lying and conspiracy, Eli. The old women lie, and say the girls have large fortunes. Old men talk to unsuspecting young men about establish- ing $500,000 banks. Brothers lie and say their sisters have large expectations, and the girls — even the girls, Eli — why, they lie their heads on some sweet Albert's shoulder down in New York and then come up here and make believe they are not engaged. They take our bouquets and bon-bons, and then, alas ! they let us slide down the pathway of life alone. Somebody should be arrested ! UP TO SNUFF. Colonel Alexander, the venerable President of the Equitable Insurance Company, while in Saratoga always keeps his pocliets full of silver pieces. He keeps a pocketful of dimes and quarters for the waiters. He has found that the darky boys are ten times as de- lighted at the sight of a silver quarter as they are at a piece of soiled fractional currency, and that they will ran just ten times as far for it, and bring just ten times as good a dinner. As the Colonel hands the pieces out, he always whispers slyly: "There, that is for 'snuff,' my boy;" and all the boys have had Colonel Alexander's "snuff" said to them so many times that they are all ready to grin and drop the quarter in their pockets as the silver piece falls and " snuff " is uttered. Well, last night, the Colonel rang his bell about twelve o'clock for some ice- water. In a moment, the uarky was on hand with a pitcher. As he set it down, the Colonel tipped forward very ominously in his robe de flint, and handed the boy a couple of bright silver quarters. "There, my boy, that's for snuff, you know," said he, as he dropped the shiny pieces into the somber palm. Then the door closed, and Colonel A. went to sleep. 100 IGl About one o'clock he was awakened by a loud knock at his door, and then another. Rat! tat! tat! "Who's there?" shouted the Colonel from his bed. It was the waiter, who, not understanding Col. Alex- ander's snuff dodge, was pounding; at the door with a bladder of maccaboy in his hand. "Good gracious!" said the Colonel, as he rubbed his eyes and opened the door. " What in thunder do you want.?" "It's me, sah," said the faithful darky. "And what do you want, 'round knocking at doors two o'clock in the morning.? What in goodness' name .?" "But, sah, I is come wid de snuff!" "The what, man.?" asked the astonished Colonel. "De snuff, sah; and dis is de best I could do, foh de peoples is all done gone to bed, and de 'backer shop is all done shut up. Sarten, sah, dis is all de snuff to be had, fer I'se perpendickler to inquiah evy wha, sah." "O dear, this is the worst!" sighed the Colonel, and then the ladies, who were listening to the dialogue over the transept, say they heard the disconsolate man drop heavily on his pillo-A and sigh as if his great, good old heart were broken. A FLIRTING DODGE. One day I saw a pretty young lady from Brooklyn flirting in a Saratoga parlor. She was reported to be an heiress, and of course had hosts of admirers. There seemed to be a good deal of strife among the young gentlemen as to who should absorb this pretty heiress. That day a handsome New York fellow got hold of her early in the morning, and it seemed as if he would keep her away from all the rest of her admirers for the rest of the day. He must have *' buzzed " her for an hour steady — at least until a young Chicago fellow thought he never would go. He despaired of getting a word in edgeways — this Chicago man did. If he had known the New York fellow he would have been tempted to join in the conversation and sat him out, but the yc ing lady seemed to like the New York fellow and was bound to let him have his way clear to the end. This made it all the worse for the Chi- cago gentleman. Well, how did the Chicago fellow manage it } Why, he simply walked around behind the New York fellow, and remarked to a friend, just loud enough for the enraptured lover to hear it : " John, that feller wouldn't sit there talking so sweet if he knew what a fearful rent there was in the back of his coat, would he ?" 1G2 163 jm Brooklyn ported to be irers. There ig the young retty heiress. got hold of if he would lirers for the " her for an icago fellow of getting a If he had have been sat him out, New York is way clear for the Chi- The New York fellow overheard the remark. His look of interest cooled in a moment. Then he worked his back around towards the wall, as if he was trying to conceal something. He imagined ten thousand people were looking at him. He didn't lean forward and look sweetly into the young lady's eyes any more. He put liis hand convulsively around towards his back, ahemcd\ a few times in a business-like way, looked red in the face, and then said : *' Excuse me, Miss Mollie, but I have an engagement with a friend. You'll excuse me a moment, won't you .?" and then he shied off towards the elevator with his face to the young lady. He didn't walk straight, but worked himself along sideways, keeping his back" towards the wall, and then disappeared up the Otis elevator, just as the young fellow from Chicago sat down by the young lady and commcmced /u's version of ihe oft-repeated tale of love and hope. Are such things right.? ge it.? e New York enough for ng so sweet the back of 162 FALL OF ANOTHER CLERGYMAN. Lr is with sorrow that I am compelled to chronicle the fall of another clergyman, and that, too, in Saratoga. The unfortunate man is the Rev. D Corey, who has been, with Dr. Deems, for many years the spiritualistic co-adviser of Commodore Vanderbilt We all know that for many years Dr. Corey has driven fast horses with the Commodore, but his friends were not prepared to hear of his fall like a good many other clergymen, tiirough the influence of woman. The scandalous story being told by Dr. Corey's brother clergymen at the "States" to-day, is as follows: For several weeks Dr. Corey has been noticed at inter- vals to be engaged in talking with a beautiful young lady on the balcony. No other strange conduct was noticed, and nothing serious has been thought of the matter till to-day, when the fuH particulars of the cler- gyman's fall became known. It seems that last evening about dusk the doctor was seen talking still more earnestly with the same young lady, when another young lady, a friend of the first, hurriedly joined the two. Both young ladies are highly connected, but their names are withheld from the public for the pres- ent. As the second lady appeared, words ensued, and Dr. Corey seemed to be surprised about something. Stei)ping back a moment toward the edge of the bal- 1(M 1G5 cony, his foot slipped, and the unfortunate clergyman fell over the edge and down into a water-sprinkler, totally ruining the sprinkler, and tearing a fearful rent in his Gersh Lockwood pantaloons. Before the doc- tor's fall became publicly known, he fled to New York, where he is now keeping his room while his family tailor is trying to patch up the difficulty and mend the unfortunate affair. THE SWELL DRESS-PARADE. The Seventh Regiment went to Boston on the i8th of June to attend the Bunker Hill Cen- tennial with the swell 5 th Mary- land. The Regiment encamped on the Common — right in front of the aristocratic Beacon street brown stone residences. All the pretty girls in Boston came down to Beacon street to board that week, and then such dancing and talking and flirting as went on! Of course, everything was done in a a/ polite and cir- ™^ ""^^ parade. cumspect manner. Our fellows all wore neat white pantaloons and sported white kids in place of gigantic cotton gloves. No gruff orders were given by the officers, but every direction was made in the shape of a polite request. An officer was not permitted to say, rudely, ''''Right shoulder shift — harms!" 166 167 m ¥. A % MK : neat white of gigantic | iven by the :he shape of itted to say, But he was instructed to say, " Ah, gentlemen {smiling and boiving gracefully ^ 7vith hat in hand)^ will you do me the favor to shift your weapons to the other shoulder?" and immediately after making this request he did not shout in a loud voice, Harms! but as soon as the request was com- plied with the officer was instructed to remove his hat, and say, " Thank you, gentlemen," or " Much obliged to you," or something of that sort, yeu kneuw. NEW MANUAL OF ARMS. This is the way Col. Clarke drilled the regiment after it was drawn up along the Beacon street resi- dences, with the beautiful Boston young ladies in front, kept back by a guard of white satin ribbon. First the polite drill-master appeared before them, smiling in his most placid manner — then politely tipping his hat he saluted the line, and proceeded to shake hands with the entire regiment. When this was done the regular drilling commenced and con- tinued as follows : Attention,, if you please,, gentlemen ! Ah {takes off hat and hows sweetly^,, thank you ! Will you be kind enough to shoulder arms ? Thanks {smiling and bowing with hat in hand)^ gentlemen, I hanks ! Will you now favor me by ordering arms? Ah, thanks, gentlemen. If it is not asking too much, will you be kind enough to order arms again ? Ah — thanks — {bowing very laiv and taking off hat), you are very kind. 108 / hope if not too /ati^qui;ii^^ that you will no7i> /v kind cnoir^h to present arms ! Ah — very [food {smiles sweetly)^ I'm too obliged to you ! If agreeable to you, 7vill you shoulder arms, please t You are — ah, very kind — {bo7C'ing) — I'm so much c'oliged to you ! /^ 7( ■ ,'o>' ::.w: fatigued, gtntlemen, might I ask you to order . /..','.v.' Thanks, gentlemen. Ah, you're very kind! {/icu>s vcf- low and salutes regiment?^ You are now dismissed, gentlemen ! {Bows pro- foundly?) I'm, ah — awfully obliged to you. If agree- able to you, ah — I should be happy to, ah — meet you again to-morrow evening ! Good day, gentlemen ! {Bo7C>s and shakes hands all round, while the soldiers return to flirt with the young ladies on the baleonies.) 7 noK< be kind smiles sweetly]^ arms^ pleased much obliged 'ght I ask you , you're very {Bern's pro- Du. If agree- all — meet you , gentlemen ! ^e the soldiers ; bdlronies.) i 'I'ME (IDOD MAN. ^^^^^^ifK Do not think because 1 write about the follies and foibles of Saratoga that good and true men do not sometimes gr ^^ore. The good man will be g d everywhere. He will b. jast till he has no bread, j ' i. till he has no f'i^ink, just chained to the btake, till he sees the faggots piled about him and curling flames gnawing at his quivering flesh — cling- ing to the throne of God. In the mazes of the dance you will see brave men with hearts to love and pray; Christian mothers with faces all aglow with the smiles of Heaven ; children with beauti- ful angel faces, and babes in arms, sweet blossoms born from the bosom of Divinity. Last summer you might have seen en- acted daily, at one of the most fashionable hotels in Saratoga, one of the sweetest incidents in the Christian life. As the 109 ■..t: ' 170 though f less watering-place throng swayed in and out of the great dining-room, and the endless clatter of tongues and cutlery seemed to drown every holy thought, a silver-haired old man entered quietly at the head of his Christian family and took his seat at the head of the table. Instantly the laughing faces of a tableful of diners assumed a reverential look. Their knives and forks rested silently on the table while this silver-frosted Christian, with clasped hands, modestly murmured a prayer of thanks — a sweet benediction to (lod. The scene lasted but a moment ; but all day long the hal- lowed prayer of this good man seemed to float through the air, guiding, protecting and consecrating the thought- less army of wayward souls. It was a long time before I could find out who this grand old Christian was; but one night it came to us all at once. That night a lovely Christian mother arose early from the hop-room, with her two little girls, to return to her room. "Why do you go so early, Mrs. Clarke.^ The hop in not half over," remarked a lady friend. " You will laugh at me if I tell you. Now, really, won't you, my dear?" ** No, not unless you make me," replied her friend. " Well, then," said this Christian mother, as she leaned forward with a child's hand in each of hers. " You know I room next to that dear, good old white- haired man, and every night at ten he does pray so beautifully that I like to go with the children and sit 171 in and out 5S clatter of every holy luietly at the > seat at the ful of diners ss and forks silver-frosted murmured a (iod. The 3ng the hal- loat through the thought- in the next room and hear him pray; for I know when we are near his voice nothing can happen to the chil- dren." With tears in her eyes, her friend said, " Let me go with you ;" and right there, in the middle of the lan- ders, these two big-hearted Christian women went out with their children to go and kneel down by the door in the next room to listen to the family prayer of good old Richard Suydam ^ut who this came to us arose early Is, to return ? The hop Now, really, her friend. Iier, as she ich of hers. i old white- )es pray so Iren and sit OWED TO FRANKLIN STATUE. Head at the Franklin Statue Dinner at Delmonico's, A. D., 1872. Gratk statur ! Immense, gigantic Franklyn, Made of brass ! Wc reverential bow, And skrape, and in thy presents stand With hcds uncuvcrcd. We give thee glory — praze, And smash our Dunlap hats and kry Thy glory to yon shining Star ! Grate, noble sire ! and yet, of liberty a Sttn Who cam'st to Ilcrald freedom and a press unchained— Who tijok'st thy Post with patriots round The Standard of thy kuntry's struggling braves, And wrote thyself a Tribune to the startled World. Thou noble ded ! — and yet knot ded, but quick In lasting brass — the Express image of thy anshunt self, A tranquil Witness to the wond'ring Globe^ That honist werth shall not eskape reward ! A TARROT STORY. Mr. Travers, who stammers enough to make a story interesting, went into a bird-fancier's in Center street, to buy a parrot. "H — h — have you got a — a — all kinds of b — b — birds .?" asked Mr. T. " Yes, sir, all kinds," said the bird-fancier politely. " I w — w — want to b — buy a p — p — parrot," hesi- tated Mr. T. 173 i;3 *' Well, here is a beauty. See what glittering ijIu- iiKige !" "I — i — is he a g — g — good t — talker?" stammered i rivers. "If he can't talk better than you can I'll give him to you," exclaimed the shopkeeper. William bought the parrot. THE RAT STORY. " Mr. Travers," says Jay Gould, " once went down to a dog-fancier's in Water street, to buy a rat-terrier. "'Is she a g — g — good ratter.?' asked Travers as he looked a little, shivering pup with his cane. "'Yes, sir; splendid! I'll show you how he'll go fur a rat,* said the dog-fancier — and then he put him in a box with a big rat." " How did it turn out ?" I asked Mr. Gould. "Why, the rat made one dive and laid out the frightened terrier in a second, but Travers turned around, and sez he — ' I say, Johnny, w — w — what'll ye t — t — take for the r — r — rrat.?' " TRAVERS AND CLEWS. If any one tells a good story in New York, they always lay it to Mr. Travers, just as they always used to lay all the good stories in Washington to Presidenl: Lincoln. Henry Clews, the well-known bald-headed bankjr, who always prides himself on being a self-made man, during a recent talk with Mr. Travers had occasion to remark that he was the architect of his own destiny — that he was a self-made man. "W — w — what d — did you s — ay, Mr. Clews,?" asked Mr. T ravers. " I say with pride, Mr. Travers, that I am a self- made man — that I made myself — " " Hold; H — henry," interrupted Mr. Travers, as he dropped his cigar, ''w — while you were m — m — making yourself, why the devil d — did — didn't you ]) — put some more hair on the top of y — your h — head?" Mr. Clews has since invested 75 cents in a wig. TRAVERS ON FISK AND GOULD. One day last summer, Colonel Fisk was showing Mr, Travers over the Plymouth Rock, the famous Long Branch boat. After showing the rest of the vessel, he pointed to two large portraits of himself and Mr. Goulr", hanging, a little distance apart, at the head of the stairway. " There," says the Colonel, " what do you think of them ,?" " 1 hey're good. Colonel — yci hanging on one side and Gould on the other ; f — i — r — s — t rate. But, Colonel," continued the wicked Mr. Travers, buried in thought, " w — w — where's our Scviour .?" Mr. Travers, who is a vestryman in Grace Church, aays he knows it was wicked, but he couldn't have helped it if he'd been on his dying bed. 175 3wn destiny ws?" asked am a self- vers, as he e m — m — didn't you — your h — a wig. FLB. liovving Mr. nous Long the vessel, If and Mr. he head of u think of I one side rate. But, irs, buried :e Churcli. Idn't have i PAWN-SHOP CLOTHES. One of our swell Fifth Avenue fellows was walking in the hall of the hotel last night, displaying a nobby London suit of clothes, and smoking a 40-cent " Henry Clay." u Hallo, G\ " said a friend, taking hold of his coat lappel, " why, . thought that coat was new ; but — ah — I see now! it was bought out of a pawn-shop." " Out of ;; pawn-shop ? I guess not ! " says Gus, highly insulte i. '' Yes, Gus, you bought that coat out of a pawn shop — now own up — didn't you.'*" " Look here, Charley Gibson (frowning terribly), I don't allow any one to insult me, and I won't stand any more of your devilish insin " '' But, Gus, what's the use of being so airy about it .?" interrupted Charley. " I'll bet you a basket of champagne that you did buy this coat out of a pawn- shop anyway." " All right, it's a bet. Now come down to Brooks Brothers and I will show you the man who cut it.". " Well then, of course you bought it oi/t of a pawn shop; you didn't buy it in a pawn-shop, did you, Gus.''" WHERE DUCKS LIVE. On Saturday a Dutch 'longshoreman strode up by the Stock Exchange, with a half-dozen ducks strung across his shoulders for sale. John Martine and Vice-. President Wheelock were admiring the gamey birds. 176 and thinking how they would tajte served up at l5el- monico's, when Martine observed : " A-ha ! Johnny, nice ones, ain't they? Where did you shoot them — on the wing?" " Mine Gott, no ! I shoots him on de tail, on de back — anywhere he dam shtrike !" "What do the ducks live on, Johnny?" " O, they lives un corn, und peans, und bread, und saurkrout, und " " But they can't get those things to live on in the winter, man !" " O, den dey lives un de schore !'* FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS SAVED. This morning an old fellow's horses ran away near the Fift] Avenue Hotel, and went smashing along down Twenty-fourth Street to Bull's Head. People thought the whole fire department was coming. Timid men dodged with their horses to get away from the shower of wheels and axle-trees, and old ladies screamed, tipped over their Domestic sewing machines, and prassed their frightened children to their bosoms. One old man found himself directly before the frightened horses, but it did not do him any good, as he did not remain right side up long enough to reap any desirable benefit from the discovery. It did not kill him, but he looked very much discouraged. As the old gentleman who owned the team vainly tried after a few minutes to separate the dead horses 177 I up at l5el" Where did tail, on de bread, iind e on in tlie VED. away near hing along d. People ng. Timid 7 from the 5 screamed, hines, and oms. One frightened lie did not y desirable 1 him, but ;am vainly sad horses from the running gear, he lifted up his hands and exclaimed : "O dear! my wagon is broke! I wouldn't a-had this happen for five hundred dollars. I " " But don't grieve, old man," put in a sympathizing Bull's Head man; "it didn't cost you a cent; you had it done for nothing, so put up your money!" And now the old fellow really thinks he has saved five hundred dollars. TIP OF THE FASHION. Miss Mollie BacOxN, of Madison Avenue, observed, as she spread her paniers over four seats in the stage : " I'm too delighted, dear Eli, to have something, at last, in the tip of the fashion." "How so, Mollie.?" I asked. " Why, ' Jennie June ' says, ' High-heeled shoes are very much 7aom this winter,' and I've got a pair with six holes in 'em !" SHIRKING FROM WORK. They've got a new sensation at the Fifth Avenue Hotel — the fashionable ladies have. It's a male hair- dresser. He's a handsome fellow, too, and is bound to be quite a favorite. The fellows around the hotel are all jealous of him, and try to quiz him on the back steps after he has spent an hour or two putting up a young lady's hair. 178 Yesterday he worked* three hours on a sentimental young lady's chignon^ and she didn't have very much hair either. "O dear," exclaimed my Uncle Consider, "when work is to be done how some men will shirk!" TRUNK SMASHERS. Dave Marks, the famous Troy baggage-r-aster and trunk smasher — the man who slides trunks from viorning till night down a plank, and bangs and slams them from the New York Central trains into the Hudson River boats — recently experienced religion over at the Round Lake Camp Meeting. Last night he went to a prayer- meet jng in Troy, and before a large congregation of worshipers he confessed that he had smashed thirteen million dollars' worth of trunks in twelve years, and had been too sick a good deal of the time to attend to business personally, too. " But, my dear brothers and sisters," he said, " since I experienced the ' wrath to come,' I tell Brother Per- kins that any old paper bandbox of a trunk is as safe in my hands as a Herring's safe. Commodore Vanderbilt told Superintendent Tousey this morning that he was going to compel every bag- gage-man on the Central Railroad to either experience I'fcJ-'gion or go to breaking stones for ballasting the road Aq says he's not going to hire men and pay them to tprnd ail their time nnd strength working for the New York trunk /nakers. 179 ELI ON DOMINIE FORD. On Colfax Mountain, N. J., lives good old Dominie Ford. The Dominie is a good old hardshell Baptist, who distills apple-to My during the week and makes special prayers and preaches doctrinal sermons on Sunday. His forte is praying for specific things, and, like the chaplain in the Massachusetts Legislature, he always tells the Lord more than he asks for. Sometimes the Dominic commences his prayer " O Lord ! thou knov/est," and goes on narrating what the Lord knows for fifteen minutes. One day Uncle Consider, Major Colfax and I called on the good old Dominie, when he prayed as follows: " O Lord, thou knowest the wickedness and de- pravity of the human 1 eart — even the hearts, O Lord, of our visitors. Thou ':nowest the wickedness of thy servant's nephew, John I'ord. Thou knowest, O Lord, how he has departed fi om thy ways and done many wicked things, such as swearing and fishing on Sun- day; and thou knowest, O Lord, how he retu'ned, no longer ago than last night, in a state of beastl intoxi- cation, and v/histling, O Lord, the following popular air : " * Shoo fly, don't bodder me '' And the Dominie screwed up his lips and whistled the air in his prayer. A HARD NAME. A Nkw Yorker v/as introduced to a Cleveland gen- tleman to-day, and not hearing his name distinctly, remarked : l.SO " I beg pardon, sir, but I didn't catch your name." "But my name is a very hard one to catch," replied the gentleman; "perhai)S it is the hardest name you ever heard." "Hardest name I ever heard? I'll bet a bottle of wine that my name is harder," replied the New Yorker. "All right," said the Cleveland man. "My name is Stone — Amasa J. Stone. Stone is hard enough, isn't it, to take this bottle of wine.''" "Prei-y hard name," exclaimed the New Yorker, " but my name is Harder — Norman B. Harder. I l)et my name was Harder and it is/'' The joke cost Mr. Stone just I127.87. ELI ON THE F. F. C's. This morning a well-known Boston man sat down by Senator Robertson, an old and proud resident of oouth Carolina, on the balcony of the United States Hotel and commenced ingratiating himself into the Southerner's feelings. " I tell you, sir, South Carolina is a great State, sir," remarked Senator Robertson enthusiastically. "Yes," said the stranger from Boston, ^^ she is. I knew a good many people down there myself, and splendid people they were too ; as brave and high- toned as the Huguenots." "You did, sir?" exclaimed the Senator. Oh, yes, sir. I knew some of the greatest men your State ever saw, sir. Knew 'em intimately, sir," con- 181 ir name. ," replied name you bottle of :w Yorker. y name is ^h, isn't it, kV Yorker, er. I bet sat down esident of ed States into the jtate, sir," she is. I self, and ,nd high- men your sir," con- I i I tinued the Boston man, confidentially drawing his chair closer and lighting his cigar. "Who did you know down there, sir, in the old Palmetto State.?" asked the Southerner. "Well, sir, I knew General Sherman, and General Kilpatrick, and " "Great guns!" interrupted the South Carolinian, and he kept on talking in the same strain for two hours. THE MEANEST MAN YET. SoM£ gentlemen were talking about meanness yester- day, when one said he knew a man oa Lexington avenue who was the meanest man in Ne\.' York. "How mean is that.?" I asked. "Why, Eli," he said, "he is so mean that he keeps a five-cent piece with a string tied to it to give to beggars; and when their backs are turned he jerks it out of their pockets ! " Why, this man is so confounded mean," continued the gentleman, " that he gave his children ten cents a piece every night for going to bed Avithout their supper, but during the night, when they were asleep, he went up stairs, took the money out of their clothes, and then whipped them in the morning for losing it." " Does he do anything else .?" " Yes, the other day I dined with him, and I noticed the poor little servant girl whistled all the way up- stairs widi the dessert; and when I asked the mean old St amp what made her whistle so happily, he said : 182 u < Why, I keep her whistling so she can't eat the. raisins out of the cake.'" NEWSPAPER GOKE. One day, while riding over the Kansas Pacific Rail- road toward Carson, the train boy came into a car full of miners, with Eastern newspapers. " Her's yer limes 'n Intcr-Occan. Harper s Weekly^'' he shouted. An old miner, who caught the last sentence, jerked up his head and said : ■ "Harper's weakly, schu say, boy. Why, I (hie) didn't know he was (hie) sick !" ELI ON ANA. There was a young woman named D , whose bubt'e was bigger than she; she said, " I do find the times I 'm behind, so I '11 just put the Times behind me!" The above was parodied from this poem by Sir Winfield Scott: " There was a young man in Glen Cove Who sat down on a very hot stove : When they asked, ' Did it burn ?' He said ' Yei^,,* in the sternest Of voices — this youth from the Cove." The above is not quoted as one of the finest thinu- Mr. Scott ever wrote. Oh, no. In fact, we have na- tive poets who have written grander things.. For e\- am})le, the inspired poet of Saginaw, (Michigan) n't eat the. ^acific Rail- Lo a car full r's Weekly:' ;nce, jerked hy, I (hie) do find tl.e 'unes behind oem by Sir finest thini;> we have r.a- s.. For ex- (Michigan) -, whose 183 speaking of the early settlement of that country tunes his liar, and sings : Once here the poor Indians took their delights — Fished, fit and bled ; Now most of the inhabitants is whites — With nary red. ANIMATE NATURE. Last year I saw a watch spring, a rope walk, a horse fly, and even the big trees leave. I even saw a plank walk and a Third Avenue Bank run, but the other day I saw a tree box, a cat fish and a stone fence. I am now prepared to see the Atlantic coast and the Pacific slope. My Uncle C'onsider says he saw a tree bark and saw it holler. The tree held on to its trunk, which they were try- ing to seize for board. ORIGINAL POETRY. "Eli" says the first composition he ever wrote ran about thus : A eel is a fish with its tail all the way up to his ears never fool with powder eli Perkins P. S. They live most any where they can git And he says this was the only original poetry he ever wrote, and it was composed by another fellow : 184 COMPLIMENTARY. The editor of the Cleveland Leader brought his wife and eleven children — all boys and girls — to " Eli Per- kins's " lecture on free tickets, and then went home and deliberately wrote and punctuated the following : " A poor ni.iu fell over the gallery last night while ' Eli Perkins' was lecturing in a beastly state of intoxication." BABIES. In the cabin of the steamer St. John, coming up the Hudson the other evening, sat a sad, serious-looking man, who looked as if he might have been a clerk or bookkeeper. The man seemed to be caring for a crying baby, and was doing everything he could to still its sobs. As the child became restless in the berth, the gentleman took it in his arms and carried it to and fro in the cabin. The sobs of the child irritated a rich man, who was trying to read, until he blurted out loud enough for the father to hear, " What does he want to disturb the whole' cabin with that d baby for.?" "Hush, baby, hush!" and then the man only nestled the baby closer in his arms without saying a word. Then the baby sobbed again. "Where is the confounded mother that she don'l stop its noise?" continued the profane grumbler. At this, the grief-stricken father came up to the man, and with tears in his eyes, said : " I am sorry to dis- turb you, sir, but my dear baby's mother is in her 185 ht his wife "Eli Per- ivent home following : ' Eli Perkins* coffin down in the baggage room. I'm taking her hac k to her father in Albany, where we used to live." The hard-hearted man buried his face in shame, but in a moment, wilted by the terrible rebuke, he was by liic side of the grief-stricken father. They were both tending the baby. Mr. Gough is very fond of telling this story, and Eli is iijlad of it, for it is a good story and a true one. ling up the )us-looking a clerk or 'or a crying to still its berth, the to and fro ted a rich out loud cabin with nly nestled ig a word. she don't mbler. ) the man, rry to dis- is in her I TIGHT LACING. Why will young ladies lace so tight ? My Uncle Consider says our New York young ladies lace tight so as to show economical young fellows how frugal they are — how little 7c>asU' they can get along with. They don't lace so as to show their beaux how much squeezing they ran stand, and not hurt 'em. O, no ! SOM-ET-I-MES. The other day, at a dinner, Jack Hammond appealed to several well-known lexicographers as to the mean- ing of the word som—et-i-7nes. "How is it spelled.^" asked Mr. Coe. "Perhaps it is a musical term." "Why, s-o-m som, e-t et, som-et, / som-et-i, ni-e-s mes, som-et-i-mes," replied Jack, holding up the word on a piece of paper. Nobody could guess it. Three or four Harvard and ^. ■ ^ ^ v: ^ > IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) // ^% i^. ^^ 1.0 1.1 1.25 lii|21 125 ■^ Itt 122 U ||,.6 1 ^ < // ^1 V ■'I 7] 7: /A 'F '/ HiotDgraphic Sdences Corporation <^>' 33 WIST MAIN STRUT WnSTIR.N.Y. )4S«0 (716) •72-4503 '^ 186 Yale men went searching after the Latin root, and the young ladies said, "We give it up." "It is very simple," said Jack; "it means occasion- ally. Webster says, * sometimes, rt^/z'^r^ y occasionally — now and then !' " There was a scattering among his guests, and Jack finished his dinner alone. GRAMMAR. The grammarian of the Evening Telegram came into our room yesterday, and said : " Do you know, Perkins, that table is in the sub- junctive mood .<*" "Why.^" we asked, meekly. *' Because it's wood, or should be." And then he " slid." NO, sir!" ELI PERKINS BLUNDERS. Riding up to the village hotel in Courtland, where I was to lecture during the Greeley campaign, I saw the big, smart landlord smoking a short pipe on the balcony, while his wife was sweeping around his chair. "Hallo! Do you keep this hotel.?" 1 tisked. "No, sir, I reckon not; this tavern keeps me." " I mean, are you master here ?" "Waal, sometimes I am (looking at the old lady's root, and the ns occasion- :casionally — ts, and Jack m came into in the sub- nd then he e hotel in ture durins; iw the big, ort pipe on IS sweeping 3 hotel ?" I 38 me. »> old lady's 187 broom), but I guess the boys an' I run the stable- take your hoss?" "Do you support Grant?" I asked. "No." "What! support Greeley?" "No, s-i-r." " Thunder, man ! You don't support George Francis Train or Mrs. Woodhull, do you ?" "No, sir-r-r-ee! Look he-er, stranger, I don't sup- port nobody but my wife Abby an' the chil'n. It's hard 'nough to git suthin for the chil'n to eat, with- out supportin' Greeley an' Grant an' such other darn fool women as Mrs. Woodhull, when taters ain't worth only twenty cents a bushel an' we have to give away our apples." After the delivery of this, I kept still a few moments but soon ventured to continue : "Got anything to drink 'round here, my friend?" "Yes, everything drinks around here." "Any ales?" I mean. "Touch of the rheumatiz myself — folks generally healthy, though." " I mean, have you got any porter?" "Yes, John's our porter. Hold his horse, John." "I mean, any porter to drink V "Porter to drink? Why, John can drink, an* ef he can't drink enough, I kin whip a right smart o' licker myself." " Pshaw — stupid! Have I got to come down and see myself?" " Yeu kin come down, Shaw Stupid, and see yourself 188 ef yeu want to — thar's a good looking-glass in the bar- room. NICE ARABLE LAND. Awhile ago, the late Mr. Samuel N. Pike sold an amphibious Jersey building lot to a Dutchman. There are large tracts of land in New Jersey which over- flow at high tide. The Dutchman in turn sold the amphibious building lot to a brother speculating Dutch- man as *' nice arable land." Dutchman No. 2 went to look at it at high tide and found it covered with salt water, eels, and leaping frogs. He came back in a great fury, and sued Dutchman No. i for swindling him. " Did you sell this land for dry land .?" asked the judge of the sharp Dutchman. "Yah! It vasch good try lant," replied the Dutch- man. " But, sir, the plaintiff says he went to see it and it was wet land — covered with water. It wa not dry arable land," said the judge. " Yah — Yah ! It vasch good try lant. Ven I sold it to my friend it vasch low tide!" MONEY CLOSE. " How is money this morning. Uncle Daniel V* asked Uncle Consider, as he shook hands with that good old Methodist operator on the street this morning. "Money's close and Erie's down, Brother Perkins; down — down — down !" 'i] s in the bar- Pike sold an man. There which over- jrn sold the lating Dutch- No. 2 went covered with arae back in or swindling '" asked the i the Dutch- see it and it va not dry Ven I sold niel V* asked lat good old ling. er Perkins ; 189 " Is money very close, Uncle Daniel ?" " Orful, Brother Perkins— orful !" "Wall, Brother Drew, ef money gets very close lo-day," said Uncle Consider, drawing himself up close to Uncle Daniel ; " ef she gets very close — close enough so you can reach out and scoop in a few dollars for me, I wish you would do it." Uncle Daniel said he would. INDIFFERENCE. "Did you ever do anything in a state of perfect indifference, Miss Julia.?" I asked an old sweetheart of mine last night. "Why, yes, certainly, Mr. Perkins — a good many times." "What, did it with absolute, total indifference.?" "Yes, perfect, complete indifference, Eli." "Well, Julia, my beloved," I said, taking her hand, " what is one thing you can do now with perfect indifference .?" " Why, listen to you, Eli." I postponed proposing. THE WHISKEY WAR. During the whiskey war in Hillsboro', Ohio, the ladies all crowded around Charley Crothers's saloon, one day, and commenced praying and singing. Charley welcomed them, offered them chairs, and seemed de- lighted to see them. He even joined in the singing. 190 The praying and singing were kept up for several days, Charley never once losing his temper. The more they prayed and sang the happier Charley looked. One day a gentleman came to Charley and broke out ; " I say, Charley, ain't you getting 'most tired of this praying and singing business?" "What! me gettin' tired.'* No, sir!" said Charley. "If I got tired of the little singing and praying they do in my saloon here, what the devil will I do when I go to heaven among the angels, where they pray and sing all the time ?'* Then Charley winked and took a chew of cavendish. FUN IN WASHINGTON, OHIO. In Washington they tell a story about Ralph John- son, who became alarmed when the ladies came and prayed in his saloon. The next day Ralph went to the ladies almost broken-hearted, and said if he could only get rid of five barrels of whiskey which he then had on hand he would join the temperance cause himself. " We will buy your poisonous whiskey, and pay you for it," said the ladies. "All right," said Ralph, and he took $300 and rolled the whiskey out. The ladies emptied the whiskey into the street. Ralph joined the cause for one day, and then went to Lynchburg, where they have 11,000 barrels of proof whiskey in store, and bought a new lot. "What do you mean by doing this, Mr. Johnson?" asked a deacon of the church. "Well," replied Ralph, "my customers war a kinder several days, he more tlicy ed. One day out : tired of this said Charley, praying they 11 I do when they pray and of cavendish. IIO. Ralph John- es came and li went to the e could only he then had ause himself, and pay you oo and rolled whiskey into )ne day, and :i,ooo barrels new lot. r. Johnson ?" var a kinder mi partic'lar like, and that thar old whiskey was so dog-on weak that I could not sell it to 'em no how ; but it didn't hurt the ladies, for it was just as good as the best proof whiskey to wash down the gutters with." TERRIBLY INDKINANT. A New York rough stepped into a Dutch candy and beer shop this morning, when this conversation took place : " I say, Johnny, you son of a gun, give us a mug of bee-a. D'y' hear?" " Yah, yah — here it ish," answered the Dutchman, briskly handing up a foaming glassful. "Waal, naow, giv' us 'nother mug, old Switzercase !" The Cherry Street boy drank off the second glass and started to go out, when the Dutchman shouted : '' Here, you pays me de monish ! What for you run away ?" " 'You pays de monish!* What do you take me for.? I doan't pay for anything. I'm a peeler — that's the kind of man I am !" growled the rough. " You ish von tam sneaking, low-lived scoundrel of a thief— that's the kind of man I am!" shrieked the Dutchman between his teeth as the Cherry Street boy shuffled off towards another beer shop. THE UNSUSPECTING MAN. The other evening, at a fashionable reception, Miss Warren, a well known old maid from Boston, was prom- 192 enading in the conservatory with Mr. Jack Aster, one of our well known New York young gentlemen. As the music stopped, the two seated themselves under a greenhouse palm-tree, and the following dialogue or- curred : "Nobody loves me, my dear Mr. Astor; no- body " " Ves, Miss Warren, God loves you, and your mother loves you." " Mr. Astor, let's go in!" And five minutes afterwards Miss Warren was try- ing the drawing-out dodge on another unsuspecting fellow. VERY DANGEROUS. When Colonel Clark and Adjutant Fitzgerald of the Seventh Regiment came to the Grand Union to see Jim Breslin and borrow some nut-crackers for the regiment, John Cecil and Abiel Haywood said it wouldn't do to let *em have 'em. "Why.?" asked the Adjutant, indignantly. "Because it's dangerous," said Mr. John Cecil. "How, dangerous?" "Why, Colonel," said Mr. Cecil, as he wiped his head with a red bandana handkerchief, "don't you know that when the boys crack the nuts they'll be liable to burst the shells against the kernel?" Mr. Cecil told Colonel Boody that he didn't go to Saratoga to dance and such frivolous enjoyment, " Oh, no!" ;k Astor, one itlemen. As ;lves under a dialogue or- Astor ; no- your mother ren was try- unsuspecting gerald of the Jnion to sec kers for the ood said it y- n Cecil. e wiped his "don't you ;s they'll be il?" didn't go to yment, " Oh, 193 "What for, then, John?" asked Charley Wall. ** Why, I came especially to drink the healing waters as prepared by — by — by — ** " By Jerry, the handsome Grand Union bartender," put in Major Selover. A suit for libel is pending. WOOD. An agricultural paper, discussing the fuel question, says that dry wood will go further than green. My Uncle Consider says that depends on where you keep it. He says that some of his green wood went three or four blocks in one night. SARATOGA BETTING. Some of the ladies here who go to the races are op- posed to betting. But to keep up the interest they sometimes make mock bets of $10,000 and $20,000. Yesterday one of our most charming young ladies made a real bet of three cents on Longfellow with a well- known beau noted for his gallantry. Longfellow got a good start and won the race, and then the lady insisted on her three cents, but it looked so trivial that the gen- tleman didn't think it necessary to go to the office and get the picayune three cents to pay it. This morning the lady said before a laughing crowd : " Mr. B., ain't you ashamed not to pay me those three cents.? Now I want them. I always pay my bets." "All right," replied the handsome gallant, and in a 194 few moments he returned with three exquisitely cut bottles of Caswell & Hazard's cologne. Placing them in a chair beside her, he remarked with a graceful bow : " My dear Miss B., I am only too happy to pay my last bet — please accept, with my compliments, these three scents." WICKED AND PROFANE. An old bachelor, who hates women, said to-day that he didn't want to go to heaven. "Why?" asked one of our round-dance Christians. " Because it will be full of women— not a d — d man there," replied the wicked man. He was like the old lady who was afraid to ride on the mail train because there were no females there. MR. MARVIN'S BLUNDER. Ex-Congressman Marvin, who is the " Warwick behind the throne" in the new United States Hotel, called on a carpenter yesterday and said : " Mr. Thompson, we have a nice bar-room, and we want a handsome bar made. Who can make the best one r *' Well, I-I -d-d- don't 'zackly know who could m-m-make a handsome b-barw«/V/," stammered Mr. Thompson. " No, no. I want a nice, handsome dar made " " W-w-well, dang it ! if you want a handsome bar- quisitely cut Placing them h a graceful py to pay my ments, these d to-day that :e Christians, a d — d man d to ride on ales there. e " Warwick States Hotel, 3om, and we lake the best who could nmered Mr. • made " ndsome bar- 196 maid, why don't you go over to T-T-Troy and get one.>" " No, no, no, man ! I mean who made these I see all around town ?" " Great guns, Marvin ! h-h-how the d-d-devil do I know who made all the b-b-barmaids around town ? I d-d-don't know — and damfi care who did," shrieked Mr. Thompson. POOR BUT HONEST. When I lectured in Cooperstown, they told me about an English joker who dined with Fennimore Cooper before he died in 1851. Cooper was then the most conspicuous man in the little town which nestles at the feet of a high mountain and reposes on the shores of Seneca Lake. One day, while Mr. Cooper was dining the Englishman, he poured out some native wine — wine from grapes raised in his own garden. Takirtg up a glass and looking through it with pride. Cooper re- marked : "Now, Mr. Stebbins, I call this good, honest wine." "Yes, Mr. Cooper, I agree with you; it is honest wine — * poor but honest.'" Mr. Cooper went on tdling his Injun stories. PRECISE STATEMENTS. Mr. Carter, of the American Literary Bureau, which furnishes most of the lecturers in the United States, has been sued for saying that a certain lecturer "appeared on the platform half sober." 196 "What do you mean, sir?" asked the indignant lecturer. "Why, I meant precisely what I said, sir," replied Mr. Carter. " I said you were half sober. I'm an ex- act man, sir. I only saw half of you — the side towards me. I only spoke of that. I don't mean to insinuate that the other half wan't sober, too. Oh, no! But, sir, it would have been preposterous for me to say any- thing about the half which was out of sight. Wouldn't it, sir — me, a precise man ?" EARLY TO BED. When a kind old father on Fifth avenue sailed for Europe, six weeks ago, he gave his engaged daughter permission to " sit up " with her beau, a young stock- broker, till a quarter of twelve every night. I guess when that fond father comes home and finds out that this young man has been " sitting up " and holding that fond daughter's hand till three o'clock every morning, under the impression that three is quarter of twelve — well, I guess that young fellow will think he is engaged to the daughter of a thrashing-machine. PERSONAL MATTERS. General Le Fevre, of Ohio, who was in twenty-six engagements and nineteen battles during the late war, has at last become engaged again. This is the first Saratoga engagement this season. The enemy's name is Miss Snow, and the General has been for several : indignant ir," replied I'm an ex- ,de towards o insinuate no ! But, to say any- Wouldn't 2 sailed for d daughter 3ung stock- :. I guess ds out that nd holding lock every is quarter will think ig-machine. twenty-six le late war, is the first ;my's name for several 197 days on the point of doing as General Burgoyne did eighty years ago — surrendering. At last he did it this morning. I knew there was something up, because this morning when 1 asked the young ladies why Miss Snow was like ice water, they all answered : "Why, because she is good to lay fever." The General said this morning, "I don't dance the lancers, but I should like to lance the dancers — espe- cially the venerable Mr. Jarvis, of Boston, who keeps all the young ladies dancing the round dances, just because some Boston physician said dancing would cure his dyspepsia." VERY PERSONAL. Mr. Scattergood is the name of the minister who addressed the Round Lake camp-meeting people yes- terday. The name is very appropriate for a minister, but there would be no end to its value in a shot- gun. The Misses Money, of Cincinnati, are quite belles at Saratoga. They are named Miss Julia and Miss Sara. This is not the first time they've had ceremony at Saratoga. * Among a delegation of Chinamen at Saratoga are Ah Sin, Flir Ting, Drin King, Sle Ping, Che Ting, Ste Ling, Smo King, Dane Ing, Gamb Ling, and Dress Ing. SMALL FEET. There is an Englishman in Saratoga whose feet are so large that he rests easier standing up than lying down. ^ . 198 Mrs. Thompson says he objected to taking a walk yesterday on the ground that it was so damp. " What difference does that make ?" I asked. " Oh, his feet are so large that so much of him is exposed to the damp earth that he takes cold." " But suppose he is compelled to go out very rainy weather — what does he do?" I asked. " Why, if he has to stay any great length of time, he generally sits down on the grass and holds his feet up!" :ing a walk np. sked. 1 of him is cold." : very rainy h of time, holds his LITTLE PERKINSISMS. LEVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT. One day Mr. Galbraith asked old Mr. Hathaway, of Canandaigua, if his habits were regular and uniform. " Yes," said Mr. Hathaway, " they are very regular and very uniform, and a d d many of *em, too!" " We consume annually whiskey and tobacco enough to pay for all the bread eaten in the United States." — George Bayard in Brooklyn Argus. Well, who says you don't ? Last Saturday night was a drencher — a regular north-easter of a storm — and the theaters were empty. Dan Bryant had a large audience, but — they staid at home. Dan said they were like horses — checked by the rein. Lloyd Aspinwall is like bell-metal — he's a Lloyd with tin. Now the negroes in Kentucky village have got a school-house ghost. Should it be called the village Blacks* -myth ? ISO %;!■ 300 "Muzzlin', Eli," said my Uncle Consider, "makes a dog safe, while muslin makes a young lady very dan- gerous; still, in hot weather, they both want muzzlin'!" The stylish young lady, with hair tJ la Pompadour, won't allow anybody to up braid her but her hair- dresser. Sic Transit. — The sickest transit I know of is the Greenwich Elevated Railroad. Capital Offense. — They are going to make it a capital offense for one man to elope with another man's wife in California. It always was a capital offense here, if the man's wife was pretty 1 Self-Possession. — Donn Piatt owns a jackass. "Well," said Speaker Blaine, "Col. Sanford of Brooklyn and I were traveling down South. The feed had been bad for a day or two, when one day at a railroad station we had a big plate of hash. Col. Sanford stuck his knife into it and looked at it kinder curiously, when the landlord remarked : " * You needn't be afraid of that thar dish, stranger, 's longs bull pups is worth more'n hogs.* " The Saratoga jail is- so insecure, so totally unsafe, that the inmates are afraid to keep any jewelry aboui them for fear thieves at large will break through and der, " makes a idy very dan- mt muzzlin'! " t Pompadour, but her hair- now of is the o make it a with another ras a capital jackass. I. Sanford of h. The feed me day at a hash. Col. i at it kinder ish, stranger, tally unsafe, jwelry aboui through and 201 steal it. When a man is taken up there now, he sends his valuables to John Morrisi^ey for safe-keeping. So many diamonds and laces have been stolen out of the jail that President Mitchell says they have determined to paint and whitewash it, or do something to make it impregnable. General Bachelor's Geyser Spring in Saratoga is still spouting. The water bursts from the bowels of the earth through solid rock eighty feet from the sur- face, and then flies about twenty feet in the air. A Frenchman — Baron St. Albe, from the Clarendon — went over to see the spring spout yesterday. As the volume of water burst into the air, he dropped his um- brella on the arm of a young lady, and raising both hands in the air, is said to have exclaimed: " Eh ! dis is ze grand spectakle ! Suparbe ! Mag- nifique ! By gar, he bust up first-rate !" A BORE is a man who spends so much time talking about himself that you can't talk about yourself. A YOUNG married lady says Poe's raven was drunk all the time it was croaking " never more, never more," on that bust of Pallas. "How's that.?" I asked. "Why, Eli, it was a raven *on a bust.'" The same young lady insists that her husband is a living, personified poem — not epigram or riddle, but a cross-stick. 202 Mr. Jack Astor left Saratoga yesterday just because he wrote his name with a diamond on one of the French glass windows at the United States Hotel and Mr. Marvin came along and wrote under it: " Whene'er I see a fellow's name Written on the glass, I know he owns a diamond, And his father owns an ass." They say "love is blind," but I know a lover in Jersey City who can see a good deal more beauty in his sweetheart than I can. Chicago is the center of American civilization for liquor-saloons and bad sidewalks. r just because )f the French )tel and Mr. w a lover in re beauty in vilization for ELI PERKINS'S NEW YEAR'S CALLS. Fifth Hea venue Hotel, i A. M., yan. 2th. I don't feel like writing to-day ; my head aches. I made New Year's calls yesterday — made 125 calls. I finished them about twelve o'clock — an hour ago. I had my call-list written off, and commenced at Sixteenth Street, and came down. My idea was to make 125 calls of five minutes each. This would take These illustrations were drawn by Tom Nast, and cut fi-om his Comic Almanac published by Harpers. "^ 203 204 625 minutes, or ten hours. I think I did it. I worked hard. I was an intermittent perpetual motion. I did _____^ all any body could do. If I any fellow says he made k MAKES CALLS. 126 calls, he — well, he is guilty of li-bel. I tried it. I made my 125th call with my eyes closed, and at my 126th I swooned on the hall stairs. Nature was ex- hausted. Oh ! but wasn't it fun! It is nothing to make calls after you have been at it a spell. The last twenty calls were made with one eye closed. I was actually taking a mental nap all the time. My tongue talked right straight ahead, from force of habit. Talking came as easy as ordinary respiration. All I had to do was to open my my mouth, and the same words tumbled out : " Hap — new year Mis- Smitte!" "Ah! Mr. Perkins, I'm delighted—" " May you have man*- hap 'returns — by — by !" " But arn't you going to drink to — " "Than k — s p 1 e a s u r (drank) ; may you live (hie) thousand years. By — by" (sliding into the hall and down front steps). " FIRST CALL." it. I worked lotion. I did ^ could do. If says he made e — well, he is •el. I tried it. [25th call with »ed, and at my ooned on the Nature was ex- h ! but wasn't is nothing to ifter you have Is were made king a T>-iental right straight le as easy as s to open my ALL. rs. front steps). 206 I started at noon. Made first call on young lady. She said, " You have many calls to make. Won't you fortify yourself with a little sherry ?" I said I (hie) would, and drank small glass. Called next on married lady on Fifth Heavenue. She said, " Let's drink to William — you know Will is off making calls on the girls." "All right, Mrs. Mason;" then we drank some nice old Port to absent William. On Forty-ninth Street met a sainted Virginia mother, who had some real old Virginia egg-nog. Very nice Southern egg-nog. Abused the Yankees, and drank two glasses with Virginia mother. On Forty-sixth Street met a lady who had some nice California wine. Tried it. Then went across the street with Democratic friend to say New Year's and get some of old Skinner's 1836 brandy. Got it. Mrs. Skinner wanted us to drink to Skinner. Drank to Skinner, and ate lobster salad. Met a friend, who said, " Let's run in and (hie) see Coe, the tem- perance man." Coe said, " Ah, happy time! L^t's drink to my wife." Drank bottle of champagne to Mrs. Coe — then drank to children. ' DRANK TO CHILDREN. 206 Drove round to Miss Thompson's on Fifth Heavenue. Thompson's famous for rum punch. Tried two glasses with Miss Thompson. Very happy. House looked lovely. Ate brandy peaches. Good many lights. Pretty girls quite num'rous. Drank their health Drank claret. Then drank Roman punch. Went out, leaving a Dunlap hat for a Knox, and a twelve-dollar umbrella in the hat rack. Happy thought ! Took Charley Brown in the car- riage with driver, and got on outside with myself. Charley said, " Let's drop in on the Madison Heav- enue Masons." "All right." Dropped in. THE UMBRELLA AND HAT. '' LEFT OVERCOAT." Miss Mason says, "Have some nice old Madeira?" Said, "Yes, Miss Mas'n, will have some, my dearie." Drank to Mrs. Mason, and ate boned turkey to young ladies. Young ladies dressed beau'fully — hair, court train, and shoes a la Pompadour. Left overcoat and umbrella, and changed high hat for fur cap. Saw a 207 Heavenue. two glasses use looked my lights, eir health Went out, ;relve-dollar in the car- myself. ison Heav- span of horses in a carnage COAT. Madeira?" y dearie." to young air, court rcoat and Saw a SAW THIS. here, and ate more pony brandy. Young ladies beau'ful — high - heeled dress and shoes cut ddcolletd. Great many of them. Nice Ro- man punch with monogram on it. Had fried sand- wich with bran- dy on it. Pre- sen ted large bouquet in cor- ner to Mrs, Lamb. Ex- drawn by Charley King. Charley was tightually slight. Said he'd been in to Lee's, eating boned sherry and drinking pale turkey. Now all called on the Lambs on Thirty-fourth Heavenue. Old Lamb was round. "Lam's Champ's very good," says Charley. Also drank brandy peaches 'SLID DOWN. •"^f^ :\\ 208 changed hat for card-basket, and slid down front banisters. CAKD-UASKET. '* CALLED BETWEEN CALLS." Called on Vanderbilt. Hang (hie) Vanderbilt ! Vanderbilt didn't rec'v calls. Carried off card basket and hung Charley's hat on bell-knob. Used Van's cards to make other calls with. Kept calling. Called steady. Called be- tween calls. Drank more. Drank every where. Young ladies more beau'ful. Wanted us to come back to party in the evening. Came back. Grand party. Gilmore furnished by music. Drank more lobster salad. Drank half a glass of silk dress, and poured rest on skirt of Miss Smith's champagnp in corner. Slumped plate gas-light green silk down on to nice ice-cream. Dresses wore white tarletan young ladies cut swallow tail. Sat on young lady's hand and held stairs. Very (hie) happy. Fellows had been drinkin*. II P. M. Left party. Carriage outside wanted me 209 1 down front iTWBEN CALLS." make other Called be- lere. Young me back to rand party, lore lobster and poured in corner, on to nice oung ladies d and held 1 drinkin*. wanted me to get into Fred Young and prom'nade over to the Stewarts. Roman punch had been drinking Fred. He invited 8 other horses to get into the fellows and ride around to Stewarts. Stewart tight and house closed iij). Left pocket-book in card-basket outside, and hung wjtch and chain on bell-knob. URANK MOKE LUIiSTER SALAU. "cut swallow tail." Called on the Fergisons. All up. Had old Bur- gundy. Ferglson's a brick. Took sherry. Beau'ful young lady dressed in blue Roman punch. Opened bottle of white gros grain trimmed with Westchester county lace. Drank it up. Fellows getting more teie-uly slight. Drank Pofnpadour rum with young lady dressed d. la Ja7naica. Hadn't strength to refuse. Drank hap' New Year fifteen times — then got into Fifth Heavenue Hotel, and told the driver to drive round to the carriage. Came up to letter, and wrote this room for the Daily Com{hic)7>erlisers. Pulled coat 2in i^^-^- LBFT OUTSIDE." WANTED MB TO GET INTO FRED." off with the boot-jack, and stood self up by the regis- ter to dry. Then wrote (hie) wrote more (hie). U— LI PlRK(hic)lNS. r OUTSIDE.** by the regis- ore (hie). :(hic)iNS. HOW ELI PERKINS LECTURED IN POTTS- VILLE. {From an ArtieU written by Mark Twain for Harper's Magazine) The Pottsvillians resolved to have a course of lect- ures last winter. Every town — that is, every town that pretends to be any town at all nowadays — must branch out in a course of lectures in the winter. So the chief citizens of Pottsville got together last Fall and decided that they would have a course of six lectures. They also voted that they would have a course of lectures that would, to use a Pottsville ex- pression, knock the spots off of any course of lectures ever delivered in Pottsville. Then they wrote to the American Literary Bure'au at the Cooper Institute to send them six lecturers, at $ioo each. One man for theology, one for brass-band rhetoric, one for oratory, one poet, one reader, and one humorist. The Bureau finally made selections as follows : Theology^ . . Eli Perkins, . . $ioo Oratory^ . . Daniel O'Connel, . loo Rhetorician^ . . Josh Billings, . . loo Humorist^ ' . . Wendell Phillips, . loo Poeff . . . Edgar A. Poe, . . loo Reader^ . . Cardinal McCloskey, ioo GO 211 313 As soon as it was known in Pottsville that Mr. Per- kins was selected to open the course, the committee addressed him a note telling him that he was engaged in Pottsville, and asked a speedy reply. Mr. Perkins replied as follows : "At large in Illinois, Dec, i. " MiLO Hunt, '"''Chairman Lecture Cofnmittee^ " Pottsville, ''Dear Sir: " Yours informing me that I am engaged in Potts- ville is received. Very well ; if she is young and wealthy I will keep the engagement. In fact, young or old I'll keep the engagement at all hazards — or rather at Pottsville. Have no fears about my being detained by accidents. I have never yet failed to be present when I lectured. Everything seems to impel me to keep this engagement. Everywhere here in Illinois the people follow me around in great crowds and enthusiastically invite me to go away. Illinois railroad presidents say they will cheerfully supply me with free passage on the trains rather than have me remain in the State another night ; and almost every railroad president in Ohio and Pennsylvania, including Mr. Tom Scott, has supplied me with perpetual free passes — hoping I may be killed on the trains. " So I'll be with you dead or alive. If I am dead, please have it fixed so that holders of reserved seats le that Mr. Per- the committee he was engaged NOis, Dec, I. jaged in Potts- is young and In fact, young lU hazards — or bout my being et failed to be eems to impel where here in great crowds Lway. Illinois erfully supply her than have ; and almost Pennsylvania, led me with killed on the [f I am dead, |"eserved seats 213 will be entitled to a front seat at the funeral, where they can sit and enjoy themselves the same as at the lecture. "You ask me about my fee. It is usually $99.50 per night. If your Association feels poor, I don't mind throwing in the ninety-nine dollars, but I have a little professional price about sticking to the fifty cents. " The lecture will commence at eight o'clock sharp, and continue an hour or more, or until somebody requests the distinguished orator to stop. "You ask me to inclose some of my opinions of the press to be used in advertising my lecture. I am sorry to say that my opinions of the press are not very flattering. In fact, I have the worst opinions of the press of any one I know of. I cannot help it. I know them well, and they are a bad, wicked set, those press fellows are. I belong to the press myself, and you must excuse me for not sending you my opinions of them. They wouldn't like it. "Mrs. Perkins sends her regards, with the hope that Heaven will continue to protect you as it has her, " From your friend, "Eli Perkins." This letter was read before the Lecture Committee, causing much enthusiasm. Pottsville was immediately placarded with large posters announcing the coming 214 of the distinguished lectu* 3r. One placard read thus : CITIZENS, RALLY! Whereas, that notorious humorist, Eli Perkins, has been infesting the Western States and depopulating her large cities, and now threatens to LECTURE our unfortunate citizens at the Pottsville Baptist Churchy Jan 3^, unless he is paid a large sum of money to desist ; therefore, all patriotic citizens are called upon to .RALLY at the Baptist Church that same evening, Jan. 3d, and hold an indignation MEETING to protest against this impending calamity. By order of Lecture Committee. Tickets to indignation meeting, 50 cts. These handbills caused great excitement in Pottsville. Everybody was on tip-toe to see and hear the dis- tinguished lecturer. On the day of his expected I placard read ^f tates and and now )f money citizens evening, :alamity. [MITTEE. cts. it in Pottsville. hear the dis- his expected 215 arrival great crowds of people thronged the depot, hoping to catch a glimpse of the distinguished visitor. At length he came, but in such a quiet, modest manner that no one saw him. While great crowds of Pottsvillians were watching the train with strai.*cd eyes Mr. Perkins quietly slipped out of the emigrant car, with his umbrella in one hand and carpet bag in the other, walked up to the Pottsville House, and sat down in the billiard room. The arrival of the distinguished stranger was thus announced by Col. Ramsey in the Miner's Journal^ next morning: Distinguished Arrival. — A remarkable old gentle- man with German silver spectacles, long drab overcoat, and a Greeley looking carpet-bag, arrived at the Pottsville House yesterday from the Pittsburgh train. The old man wabbled up to the counter, took off his old slouch hat, solemnly shook hands with Mr. Jerry Griffith, wiped his bald head with an old red bandana handkerchief, looked over his glasses, and wrote, Consider Perkins (at large). Eli Perkins, his nevvy, do. "Have a room, Mr. Perkins.^" asked Mr. Griffith, as he pressed the blotter over the old man's name. "O no, thank ye, Ian 'lord." " Have supper, sir ?" " No, I guess not. Eli, my nevvy, and I, speak " " But let me take your carpet bag, Mr. Perkins," interrupted Mr. Griffith. "No, I'm obleeged ter you, Ian 'lord — Eli and I " ai6 1 '' " Well, goodness gracious, old man ! what can I do for you ? What " " O, nothin' 'tall, lan'lord. We jes thought we'd like to A-R-R-I-V-E here ; that's all. We've been knockin' 'round through Pennsylvania right smart, an' it's a good while since we've 'rived at a hotel, an' I thought I'd like to 'rive here with my Eli to-night. You see, lan'lord, my nevvy is an edicated young man, an' he's goin' to lectur the edicated classes here in Pottsville to-night, an we want to jes sit 'round the halls here an' wait till the time comes ; that's all." Our reporter called on Mr. Perkins early this morn- ing and found him engaged in writing his great lecture on a backgammon board in the billiard-room. " Have you any press notices of your coming lecture, Mr. Perkins — something to republish in the Journal V asked our reporter. "Press notices, young man!" said Mr. Perkins, " Why, yes, bushels of 'em. I've done nothing but write press notices for the last month. I " " What ! you don't write your own press notices, do you, Mr. Perkins.'" ** Sartainly, young man, sartainly," replied Uncle Consider, as he fished files of the Congressional Globe, Chicago Times, and other newspapers out of his over- coat pocket. " Look a here ! See what the Chicago Times says!" and the old man put oji his glasses and read as follows : When " Eli Perkins " delivered his great lecture in the Illinois House of Reprehensibles, there was a great rush — hundreds of peo- ple left the building, and they said if he had repeated it the next night they would have — left the City. — Chicago Times. vhat can I do ught we'd like been knockin' irt, an* it's a an' I thought ght. You see, y man, an' he's ) in Pottsville the halls here arly this mom- s great lecture -room. oming lecture, the Journal V Mr. Perkins, J nothing but I " ;ss notices, do •eplied Uncle 'essional Globe^ t of his over- the Chicago is glasses and e in the Illinois •hundreds of peo- ated it the next mmes. 217 " That's complimentary, Mr. Perkins," replied our reporter. "Have you got anymore?" " Bushels of 'em, sir — b-u-s-h-e-1-s. Let me read you this from the Yale College Currant^'' and the old man continued to read : It is proper to say that Mr. Perkins delivered his great lecture before the faculties of Yale, Vassar, and Hai-vard Colleges — ever heard anything about him. — Yale College Cowani. " Very complimentary, Mr. Perkins," observed our reporter enthusiastically. " Have you other criti- cisms .''" " Bushels of 'em, young man, wagon loads. Wr-. to hear what the Christian Union says about Eli's great lectur.?" " You don't say the Christian Union compliments him do you ?" '* Sartenly. Let me show you," and Uncle Consider put his finger on this paragraph and handed it to our reporter : We never, but once, experienced more real, genuine pleasure than when this eloquent man, Mr. Perkins, closed his remarks. That occasion was when we won the affections of a beautiful young lady, and gained a mother-in-law — and then saw that mother-in-law sweetly and serenely pass away. "Beautiful criticisms! beautiful," exclaimed our re- porter, grasping the old man by the hand. " If you call that beautiful, young man, just hear what Henry Ward Beecher says about Eli." "Does Henry indorse him, too.^" asked our reporter. " Indorse him ! I guess he does. Just listen now and hear what Henry wrote to Wilkes' Spirit of the Times : K 218 " Words cannot describe the impressive sight," ( ThaCs the way Henry commences. Then he goes on.) How sublime to see Mr. Perkins standing there perfectly erect, with one hand on his broad, massive, thick skull, talking to the educated classes — to sec the great orator declaiming, perfectly unmoved, while streams of people got up and went out ! How grand a spectacle, as joke after joke fell from the eloquent lips of this Cicero of orators, to watch the enthusiastic crowds arising majestically like one man, and waving their hands as they clamorously demanded their money back at the box-office. "And Henry wrote that, Mr. Perkins?" "Sartinly; and just listen to what De Witt C. Tal- mage says ! Listen " "No; I hear enough! Let me go!" exclaimed our reporter, and he fied back to the Journal office. The reserved seat tickets to the great lecture read as follows : WK'\ (< ELI PERKINS" (AT LARGE): HIS TALK ABOUT SARATOGA. AND WHAT HIS COUSIN JULIA, UNCLE CONSIDER, AND HIS FRIENDS THE EDITORS, DOCTORS AND LAWYERS SAID AND DID THERE. "Mr. Perkins" distributes a $17.00 Chromo to all who remain to the end of the Lecture. Pa-* ties 0/ six who sit the Lecture out 'will be given A HOUSE AND LOT. Tickets admitting a Man and Wife (his own Wife) to Reserved Seats, $1.00. Single Men admitted for 73 Cents. ADMIT ONE. PoTTSviLLE Opera House, fan. ^d. t please don't TURN over. It was noticeable at the lecture in the evening that many people came especially to get the chromes. One party of six slept entirely through the lecture, awaking 310 ( Thafs the way blime to see Mr. •ne hand on his ;d classes — to sec while streams of tacle, as joke after f orators, to watch ce one man, and their money back e Witt C. Tal- exclaimed our tal office. at lecture read ,ARGE): HIS FRIENDS DID THERE. 1 who remain f ie given to Reserved Cents. PLEASE DON T TURN OVER. ELDER CLEVELAND. e evening that chromos. One ^cture, awaking just in time to claim the house and lot. The house and lot was a smoke house and a lot of ashes. At eight o'clock the great orator stepped upon the platform accom- panied by Elder Cleveland, who officiated on the Sabbath from the same desk. The church was crowd- ed. After the applause had some- what subsided, Brother Cleveland arose and said : " Brothers and Sisters — I have the pleasure of intro- ducing to you to-night Brother Perkins, from New York. I am told that he is to deliver a humorous lecture, but I wish you all to bear in mind that this is the house of God." As Elder Cleveland finished, Mr. Perkins stepped forward, pulled off his audience, and, bowing to his overcoat, said : I used to object to being introduced to strangers ; and for hun- dreds and hundreds of years, I never permit- ted myself to be intro- duced to anybody — till I got well acquainted with them. {Laughter) "^"^ ''^'"^^ns, I suppose, my MelvUle D.Landon. 220 friends, that I ought to tell you how I came to deliver this lecture. Well, it was this way : 1 was riding in the cars the other day with an old Granger who lives just over the Pennsylvania line in Ohio. As we rode along, I looked out of the car window and whistled one of my favorite tunes like this : ' Lfggrow. Pyna tot. (TDodgto. Laf try mtrt att llau) cum U unu. " Did you make up that tune V* inquired the Granger. " Yes, sir, ' 1 replied. I do that kind of thing all the time. My name is Perkins. I'm " "What! Eli Perkins.?" "Yes, sir." " The man who lectures .'*" Yes, sir; I'm going to Marietta now.*' Going to marry who.'*" I mean I'm going to Mari — etta." " Yes, I heard you say so. Nice girl — rich, I 'spect, too, ain't she.''" "No, sir; you don't understand me. I'm going to lecture at Marietta. I'm " " Then you really do lecture, do you V continued the Granger. " Why, of course I do." " Been lecturing much in Ohio V* "Yes — a good many nights." "Well, now, Mr. Perkins," said the Granger, as he dropped his voice to a confidential whisper, " why 221 don't you lecture over in Pennsylvania? We just hate Pennsylvania, we do!" The whole audience were now in tears, one above the other, and continued so while Mr. Perkins spoke for an hour as follows : Ht inquired the * ♦ Glorious * Constitution * forefathers * Bunker Hill * * Gen. Washington * Stars and Stripes * Beautiful woman — * libertv forever * * * ♦ * The great orator concluded his lecture by saying: " The wealthy young ladies in this audience will now have an opportunity of taking the lecturer by the hand." No one in the vast audience moved toward the speaker. But when he remarked, "The lecturer will now be pleased to shake hands with all young ladies under twenty years of age," there was a great rush for the speaker's platform. For over an hour Mr. Perkins shook hands with long rows of young ladies- all under twenty years of age. Then putting his hundred dollars in his pocket the great orator took the train for Philadelphia. SCARING A CONNECTICUT FARMER. The Hon. Charles Backus, of the San Francisco minstrels, was once censured by the Speaker of the California Legislature for making fun of his brother members. This broke poor Charley's heart, and he joined a minstrel company, so's to be where no one would grumble when he indulged in a little pleasantry. The other day, Mr. Backus rode up through Stam- ford, Conn., with Mr. Lem Read, the bosom friend of the lamented minstrel, Dan Bryant. As the train stopped before the Stamford station for water, Mr. Backus saw a good old red-faced Connecticut farmer sitting in the station reading the Brooklyn scandal. " Do you want to see me get a good joke on that old duffer, Lem .?" asked Mr. Backus, pointing to the old farmer, "Yes," said Lem; "le's see you." "Well, you wait till jes* before the train starts, Lem, and I'll show you fun — fun till you can't rest. Jes' you wait," said Charley, laughing and pounding the palm of his left hand with his ponderous right. "All right, I'll wait," said Lem. When the train came to a full stop, Mr. Backus jumped off, telling his friend Lem to save his seat, "for," said he, " as soon as the bell rings I want to bound back on the train." Then Mr. Backus rushed up to the innocent farmer, 222 I i 1 i \RMER. an Francisco )eaker of the f his brother leart, and he vhere no one tie pleasantry. Ii rough Stam- 3om friend of \s the train r water, Mr. cticut farmer ^n scandal, joke on that inting to the 1 starts, Lem, I't rest. Jes' mounding the right. Mr. Backus ave his seat, gs I want to Dcent farmer, 2Z3 snatched the paper from his hands, stamped on it with a tragic stamp, and shaking his clenched fist in the poor man's face, exclaimed, "O, you old rascal! I've found you 't last, you mis- erable old scapegrace — now I'm goin' to lick the life out of you — you contemptible old scoundrel, you — you " Diag-a-ding ! ding-a-dong ! ding-a-ding ! went the bell, drowning Charley's voice, and the train began moving out. *'Yes, /'// lick you," said Charley. "I'll get an ox whip and " And then he jumped back from the astonished farmer and got on the last car of the train moving out. The old farmer was astonished. He stood up be- wildered. His knees quaked and his German silver glasses fell on the floor. Then gathering himself to- gether, he picked up his newspaper and glasses and started for the train. "Whar's the man who wanted to lick me?" he shout- ed. " Whar's the man who called me a scoundrel ? Whar's " "Here he is," said Charley from the rear platform, as he held his thumb derisively to his nose amid the laughter of the passengers. "Here I am, sir — I'm your Roman — take me " Just then the bell went ding-a-ding again, and what do you think ? Why, the train backed back ! It backed poor Charley right into the hands of the infu- riated farmer, who took off his coat and went for that poor fun-loving minstrel. Expressed by the types, if 2U I am compcUt'd to write it, he went for that poor min- strel about thus : St. noxSDVccc'KCL! "You want to lick me, do you?" said the farmer, jumping onto the platform, while Charley ran through the car. " You miserable dandy ! You want to '' And then he chased that poor minstrel through the cars with his cane in the air, while his big fist came down on his back like a trip- hammer. " You've found me, have you? Yes, I guess you have !" said the old farmer, as Charley left his hat and one coat-sleeve in his infuriated grasp. "Evi- dently you have." -I GUESS YOU HAVE louNUM^r ^^ Backus Said, as he washed off the blood with Enoch Morgan's Sapolio, and went in to interview a tailor in New Haven two hours afterwards, • "I guess the next time I want to make Lem Read laugh I won't try to scare a Connecticut farmer. Oh no! I'll get some pugilist to fan me with an Indian club, or go and sleep under a pile driver. You hear me !" that poor min- id the farmer, ;y ran through , want to '' el through the i big fist came ack like a trip- ifou've found * Yes, 1 guess said the old larley left his coat-sleeve in grasp. " Evi- ve." said, as he gan's Sapolio, w Haven two ke Lem Read farmer. Oh ith an Indian ler. You hear ELI PERKINS AS A BALLOONATIC. HIS TRIP IN THE TRANSATLANTIC DALLOON. Mr. Perkins, having been invited while at Saratoga to return to New York and take passage in the great transatlantic balloon with the other journalists, replied as follows to the proprietor of the newspaper, who also owned the balloon : Saratoga, yuly 4. Gentlemen : I received your note this morning, in- viting me to go up in the balloon. You say you desire me to go as the representative of the Daily Bugle — to be the official historian of the first great aerial voyage across the Atlantic. You also say : •' While your going, Mr. Perkins, might not contribute any great principle to science, and while we have nothing against you person- ally, still, your departure would gratify the American people, and you would be enabled to carry out that beautiful theory of moral philosophy — ' the greatest good to the greatest number.' " I thank you, gentlemen, for your flattering invitation, which I herein accept. I don't know what I have done, or why you single me out and invite me to go away, unless it is your desire to lift me up and improve my condition. However, I will make positive arrange- ments to go in your balloon any time after the 20th of August. I have consulted with many of my friends here, and they all advise me to go. Of course it makes them feel sad, but they are glad to make the sacrifice 225 236 — glad to contribute the life of one they love so well to the cause of science. My uncle Consider says the sadness of my fixed departure would be somewhat alle- viated if he could only be assured that I would never return. " Sunset " Cox says I have the proper specific levity — that I am light-hearted and light-headed, and am just the person to go — ^just the one to give earliest news of sunsets, falling stars, and aurora-borealicusses and other astronomical phenomena. You ask me what I desire to take as luggage, offer- ing me any space which I may desire. First of all, I should like to take several Saratoga young ladies. They like to take up a good deal of room, but I assure you they are very light. They are anything but solid young ladies. Then, as we drift into new celestial worlds, it is well to display the judgment of Noah in looking out for the species. I don't think Noah would have taken Mr. Sumner or A. T. Stewart. Mr. Vander- bilt or Mr. Saxe or General Nye would do far better. I do object to Mr. Sam Cox, who has proved himself of no particular value in establishing a new population. In case the balloon is too heavy, the young ladies are willing to be thrown out as ballast. It is thought that they would float away very gracefully — as Virgil says : ** Sic itur ad astra." Twelve young ladies here to-day, with Worth dresses, Colgate's perfumery, and pearl powder, only weigh 98 pounds. I should like also to take my horse and Brewster 23 y love so well isider says the somewhat alle- I would never specific levity aded, and am > give earliest a-borealicusses luggage, offer- First of all, I young ladies. 1, but I assure bing but solid new celestial It of Noah in Noah would Mr. Vander- do far better, roved himself w population, ing ladies are thought that s Virgil says : Vorth dresses, nly weigh 98 md Brewster dog-cart. We may land miles from any street cars and out of the sight of any omnibus; besides, it will be nicer to drive into town in style any way. Here is a list of other luggage which I desire to take either as baggage, ballast, or company, or to make n:to gas: Names, To be used for. G. F. Train, .... for pure wind, . . . Schuyler Colfax, . . .for hydrogen gas, . . 4 Congressional Globes, . for dead weight, . . , 200 doz. champagne, . . for water, . . . . $g,ooo for curiosity, . . . 12 cows for company, . . . 8 barrels water, ... for scrubbing floor. Hair, paint, cotton, . . for young ladies, 19 carrier pigeons, . . for pigeon pie, . . 12 lbs. butter for greasing dogcart, IVeight 190 lbs. 10 lbs. 479,628 tons. 41 lbs. 76 lbs. 3.983 lbs. 3J0lbs. 988,231 lbs. 41 lbs. 9 lbs. Total, $32,491 I should also like to take up a watch dog and double- barreled shot-gun, to be used in case Mr. Wise and I disagree about the meals served at table, or to prevent my being called too early in the morning. My theory to ascend about two miles, and then go straight across to Buckingjham Palace, and put up with Mr. Bucking- ham one night, and then go on to Canton. In case I consider it dangerous or disagreeable to ride in the air, I shall instruct Mr. Wise and the boys to strap the balloon to the deck of a steamer, or lace it tight, if the ladies did not object, to a train of cars. Borne along at the rate of twenty miles an hour on a freight car, Mr. Wise could have ample ci portunity to make his experi- ments with air currents and toll-gates and things. I really believe that the safest way to do is to all get in the balloon, put it on a clipper ship, and let the wind blow us anywhere except over large islands or con- tinents. If everything is satisfactory, and you will send me a few thousand dollars to buy champagne and cigars and breabtpins and a loaf or two of bread — an absolute ne- cessity, you know, when you are going to travel — if you will do all this, why, I'll take your money now, and say- ing, " May heaven bless your great enterprise," put it in my pocket, where you will always know where it is. Yours warmly, Eli Perkins. THE TRIP. Notwithstanding the famous balloon burst, and Wise and Donaldson got into a bitter personal quarrel, the former withdrawing from the expedition, " Eli Per- kins" continued to make the trip, sending back the following carrier pigeon dispatches : [To the Editor of the Daily Bugle ^ I send you this by the carrier-pigeon Ariel. The bal- loon is sailing well. The collapse was a ruse. We "busted" her last night to get the people out of the yard. Then Mr. Donaldson and myself inflated hei again with gas which we had with us, and sailed away at eight p.m. According to the barometer we are now suspended in mid-heavens ac 968 east latitude and 8 degrees ante-meridian. We passed San Domingo thirty- seven miles east of the planet Vesuvius at eleven o'clock o is to all get id let the wind islands or con- will send me a and cigars and m absolute ne- ) travel — if you yr now, and say- )rise," put it in where it is. Eli Perkins. )on burst, and rsonal quarrel, ion, " Eli Per- iding back the riel. The bal- a ruse. We pie out of the If inflated hei id sailed away er we are now latitude and 8 omingo thirty- eleven o'clock ^39 M.D. this forenoon. I am navigating the balloon alone, and Donaldson and Lunt are feasting on the pigeons and shooting at each other with pistols. Wise sits in the stern of the boat with a navy revolver, and Donald- son sits in the bow with a shot-gun loaded to the muz- zle with peas and billiard-balls. It is very amusing and instructive. If I hadn't gone along to act as mediator and navigator, I think science would have suffered. This morning at three o'clock ana ninety-four min- utes N.B., while we were sailing along over Cape Cod, Mr. Wise came up to my room, rang the bell, and wanted to know whose side I was on. "On the side of science," sez I, "of course." " No, no ! Mr. Perkins," he said in great agitation, "I mean on which side are you in the great fight.?" Then he cocked his gun. I told him I wasn't on any side. I also stated to him that I was a peace man — that I came in the balloon purely for science. "Then, Mr. Perkins," he said, looking at his gun, " I propose to kill you. You and Donaldson are mu- tineers. I will give you four minutes to join my side." Then I joined his side, just to please him, and he gave me two navy revolvers to defend ourselves against Mr. Donaldson, who was turning hand-springs and cart-wheels on the deck in the most threatening man- ner. A little later, and Mr. Donaldson pointed his shot- gun at me and whispered in my ear. He said, "Mr. Perkins, I will give you $ii if you will join my side." I took the money and joined. Then we pointed our n inl' ;•' ! I ft shot-guns and revolvers directly at Mr. Wise's legs, and told him to keep quiet. A little later— about nine s.c. — Mr. Wise offered me $27 to abandon Mr. Donaldson and come over to him. I took the money, and saying, "It is all for science," I came over to him. Then we aimed our revolvers at Donaldson. So I've been going back and forth all night. I have made large sums of money, and put it in the rear end of my dog-cart, where I can drive off with it as soon as we land. I suppose I have made $19,- 000 within the last hour in breaking up the balance of power between the balloonatics. It is very cold here. There is great coldness be- tween Mr. Wise and Donaldson, and there is where I am — between them. The theory that Mr. Wise ever had a warm heart is completely exploded when you see the icicles hanging on the end of his nose and on his cold shoulder, which he keeps towards us. We have now gone up to a great altitude, say 230 miles. We can easily see people on the moon. We have discovered that the specks on the sun are made of German silver. The milky way is only a dense fog, with droves of mosquitoes that have got lost from New Jersey. The light young ladies from Sara- toga, whom we took in for ballast, have all been thrown out. They astonished us by going on up higher than the balloon. Several have sailed off towards Mars — latitude east of New Jersey and longi- tude 90 deg. Fahrenheit. I computed it. At four o'clock m.d. we passed General Butler, Ho r. Wise's legs, ise offered me :ome over to "It is all for we aimed our all night. I put it in the drive off with ve made $19,- ip the balance I coldness be- ^re is where 1 Mr. Wise ever ed when you nose and on ds us. tude, say 230 \Q moon. We sun are made only a dense have got lost es from Sara- ave all been going on up ^Q sailed off ey and longi- l Butler, Ho I 331 found the easterly currant, and stole it and ate it up before we arrived. He is now looking for prunes and dates. About this time we met with an accident. Our silverware disappeared. We are now roasting the pigeons over a kerosene lamp and eating them with our fingers. We have passed Australia and Harlem and Peoria (111.). We may make a landing at New- gate to see friends. Don't look for our return to-day. SECOND CARRIER-PIGEON DESPATCH. 10 o'clock D.D.— She moves lovely. A heavy swell just struck the balloon. We immediately threw him overboard. Our chaplain has just struck for higher wages. His wages are four miles high now, and still he is not satisfied. He struck with his left hand. He wants to organize a base-ball club. He is not a proper man for a scientific expedition. We shall throw him out, THIRD DESPATCH. . 11 o'clock, F.R.s. — Have thrown the chaplain and Wise out. They have done nothing but eat the pigeons and drink the water which we brought up to scrub the floor with. Our carriage horses are doing well, and the twelve cows we brought up for company are improving rapidly. Hay and oats are cheap, but going up. This morning I called the police and had Mr. Donaldson arrested for standing on his head on the top of the balloon. He is now in irons. I'm sorry for it, for he appears to take quite an interest in our great scheme. I don't think Mr. Wise does. 232 He spends all his time wiping out his gun and hunt- ing around for Mr. Donaldson. FOURTH DESPATCH. 12 o'clock post-mortem. — England in sight. We can tell it by the fog. We shall return in about a week. Mr. Donaldson says he shall take this same gas back to America and exchange it for Congressional gas from the House of Reprehensibles., which he pro- poses to put in a solid cast-iron balloon to be pro- pelled by a canal-boat. This is one of Mr. Wise's theories. It is growing very cold here. My hands are frozen. Send me some money ($) by the pigeon. Also, borrow a Testament from some of the daily newspapers in New York, if they have one, and send it along. We shall stop with Mr. Windsor, of Windsor's Palace, to-morrow night — latitude west 128 Troy weight, and longitude north from Pittsburgh, 4, 11, 44. The Daily Bugle comes regularly. Adieu ! Warmly yours, Eli Perkins, Airiant. gun and hunt- in sight. We urn in about a e this same gas : Congressional which he pro- oon to be pro- of Mr. Wise's My hands are by the pigeon. 2 of the daily one, and send )r, of Windsor's 28 Troy weight, II, 44. The ciNS, Airiant. THE SHREWD MAN. MR. STOUT. Mr. Andrew V. Stout, the Pres- ident of the Shoe and Leather Bank, is a shrewd man — not, as Joey Bag- stock would say, "a dev'lish sly man," but a keen, shrewd financier and business man. A few mornings since, when Mr. Stout was coming down in the Broadway cars, he sat in such con- fidential proximity to a sympathiz- ing pickpocket that the latter was tempted into the acceptance of Mr. Stout's pocket- book, containing valuable papers and $150 in green- backs. Then the pickpocket said good morning to Mr. Stout, and left. On arriving at the bank, Mr. Stout discovered his loss. He was astonished that he, a shrewd old New Yorker, should have his pocket picked. "Pshaw!" he said to his secretary, "no man could ever pick my Docket, I am too smart for that. No, sir. I should just like to see any one pick my pocket, I should!" Then Mr. Stout's lip curled in contemptuous scorn at the bare idea of such a silly improbability. 234: But the pocket-book, .with the money and valuable papers, was gone, and the next day Mr. Stout adver- tised in the Herald. He said if the person who took his pocket-book would return the papers, he would give him the money and $25 besides. The next morning he got a confidential note from a party who said a friend of his had the pocket-book all safe, and that he woi.^^ call at the bank the next day to arrange the matter. " I wonder if this man really will call ?" mused the banker as he wiped his eye-glasses and cut oft a basketful of coupons. " I wonder if he will be such a darned fool as that? But then you can't ex- pect common men to be as shrewd as bank presi- dents." But sure enough the next day the man was at his post. " Well, what about the pocket-book V asked Mr. Stout. " Oh, it's all safe, Mr. Stout, and if you'll just go with me a few blocks I'll show you the party who has your pocket-book, with all the memoranda too. It's all safe, Mr. Stout. Come!" The stranger had such an honest look that the banker, who always prides himself on his knowledge of men, " took stock in him " at once. "All right, my good man, let me get some money to pay you for your trouble, and I'll be with you," said Mr. Stout, looking at his four-hundred-dollar watch. In a few moments they started off together — Mr. J and valuable r. Stout adver- rson who took , he would give al note from a le pocket-book bank the next call ?" mused is and cut oft if he will be you can't ex- as bank presi- lan was at his ?" asked Mr. you'll just go party who has a too. It's all ook that the knowledge of some money 3e with you," lundred-dollar together — Mr. 'you just wait outside a moment, mr. stout." •^35 Stout and his honest friend, for a Centre Street restau- rani, where the thief or finder was supposed to be. " Now, you just wait outside in the front room a moment, Mr. Stout, and I'll go into the back room and see the man who has the money and valu- able papers," said the good man as he went into the back room. In a moment Mr. Stout's friend returned with the mes- sage that his friend wouldn't give up the valuable papers in the pocket-book for I25. " He wants ^50 now, sir." " But I only advertised to give $25 for the papers," said Mr. Stout, with an eye to business. " This is an extortion." " Well," said the kindly-looking stranger, " I'll go back and reason with the gentleman, and try and get the papers for $25." And he dis- appeared in the back room again. In a moment he returned, smil- ing. " Well, Mr. Stout," he said, " my friend will take $25, but he wants the money before he gives up the. pocket-book." "All right," said Mr. Stout, blandly, "here is J25. Take it to him, my good man, take it to him, and bring back the papers — quick !" HIS GENTLEMAN FRIEND. ^30 "One word, Mr. Stout," said the man, confidentially. " this thing, you know, is to be strictly between our- selves." "Yes, yes; I've said it." "And you will never ask any questions, tell anything, or seek further knowledge, will you.'" " No, never, 1 give you my word, as President of the Shoe and Leather Bank, my good man, not to say any- thing about it, not a single syllable — not even to my wife." " All right, then — mum is the word," said Mr. Stout's friend, as he put his finger to his lips and passed into the back room with the money. Mr. Stout waited patiently for his return — waited five, ten, fifteen minutes, but alas ! his friend never came back, and the shrewd President returned to the bank, a sad and a ruined man. He says his friend is wel- come to the $25, but he told Daniel Drew that he wouldn't have the story get into print or around among his friends for $10,000. "No, sir, it wouldn't be fair, Daniel, would it.?" said Mr. Stout, " when I promised — solemnly promised the man when I gave him the $25 never to mention the matter — not even to my wife." n, confidentially. ly between our- is, tell anything, President of the not to say any- not even to my said Mr. Stout's and passed into irn — waited five, 2nd never came id to the bank, s friend is wel- Drew that he around among would it?" said y promised the to mention the LOST CHILDREN IN NEW YORK. "Lost child!" That used lo be the cry along the street, but now, though there are a dozen children lost every day in New York, the thing is so systematized that it is impossible for a child to be lost for any length of time. The only thing is to know what to do to find it, and if you read three minutes longer, you will know all about it. "How can we find a lost child.?" The first thing you must do after the child is lost is to go to the Police Headquarters on Mulberry street, near Houston. Away up in the fifth story of that marble-front building are three rooms labeled "lost children's department." This Lost Child's Department was established in 1864. 237 LOST IN THE PARK. 'Z'6^ Here you will see a dozen cozy cribs, cradles, ;ui(i beds for the little lost children and foundlings of tlu; city. Yes, and sometimes for old men and women, loo, lost in their second childhood. At the head of this department you will see tin- middle-aged matron, Mrs. Ewing — a bright, systematic American woman. "How do the lost children get here?" First they are picked up by kind-hearted policemen and taken to their respective station-houses. There they are kept until seven p.m. Then the Sergeant of Police sends them with a ticket to Mrs. Ewing, at Police Headquarters. "What does Mrs. Ewing do with them?" She first enters the child's name on the book, gives it a number, then writes its sex, age, color, by whom found, where found, precinct sent from, and time re- ceived. Then, after the child is gone, she writes after its name how long it stayed, and what became of it. "What becomes of the children sent here?" Every effort is made to find out where the child lives, who its parents are, the father's profession, etc. ; and if, at the end of three days, nothing is heard from its parents or friends, it is sent to George Kellock, No. 66 Third avenue, Superintendent of the " Out- Door Poor" for the Department of Public Charities and Correction. "What then?" Here, in the Charity and Correction building, are some nice rooms kept by a good woman by the nanic of Tumey, and the children are cared for till the old O'M, ibs, cradles, and "oundlings of the and women, too, 'Oil will sec till' Tight, systematic carted policemen -houses. There the Sergeant of Mrs. Ewing, at em?" I the book, gives color, by whom m, and time re- she writes after became of it. here.?" vhere the child profession, etc. ; ig is heard from jeorge Kellock, of the "Out- ublic Charities >n building, are m by the nanic for till the old nurse named " Charity " takes them in a carriage to the foot of Twenty-sixth street and tlie East River, and accompanies them on the boat to the Foundling Hospital on Randall's Island, where they stay at school till they are claimed, bound out, or become old enough to support themselves. We have now followed the lost child from the time when first lost, through the local station-house, police headquarters, Mr. Kellock's office, and to Randall's Island. LOST 11 A r. IKS. Now we will return to the Police Head(iuarters and hear what Mrs. Ewing says about the babies. " How many children are lost per month.''" 1 asked of the matron. " I had eight yesterday. From 400 to 500 pass through our hands every month in summer, but in winter not so many. Then, sometimes, we have old people too." " Do you have many old people .»*" "No, only a few. Yesterday the police brought in a nice old lady with white hair, who seemed to be all in confusion. The sight of the police had frightened her," continued the matron, "but as soon as I got her in here, I gave her a nice cup of tea, and commenced to find out where she lived. " *Who do you live with, grandma?' I asked, for she was eighty years old. " She said she lived No. 700, but she didn't know the street. Then pretty soon she seemed to gain con- •^40 fiM fidence in ir.e, and she took out a big roll of bank bills and a Third Avenue Savings Bank book. "'See,' said the old lady, confidentially, 'I went to get tliis and 1 got confused when I came out. I live on the same street with the bank.' "And sure enough," said the matron, "when we looked in the directory there we found her daughter's residence. No. 700 Third avenue. When the police took the old lady home the daughter was half crazy for fear her mother had been robbed." " Do you have a good deal of trouble in finding out the residences of children.?" " Not very often. But sometimes the children stray across the ferries from Jersey City and Brooklyn; and then there are so many streets in Brooklyn and Jersey named after our streets that we are sorely puzzled. " The other day, to illustrate, a pretty little German girl was picked up down towards Fulton street. The only thing she knew was that she lived corner of Warren and Broadway., so the police brought her up here. I sent her the next day to the corner of War- ren and Broadway, but there were nothing but ware- houses there, so we were very much puzzled. When the little girl came back I thought her heart would break. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and her face was hot with fever. O, it was roasting hot! 1 was afraid she would be sick. So I said : " * Sissy, don't cry any more — lie down, and when you wake up your papa will be here.' "'Ch, will he come, sure, will he?' sobbed the little girl 5 roll of bank : book. ly, ' I went to le out. I live m, " when we her daughter's len the police vas half crazy ble in finding children stray Brooklyn; and lyn and Jersey ely puzzled, little German 1 street. The vc'i corner of •ought her up orner of War- ing but ware- zzled. When : heart would 3eks, and her isting hot ! I I: •n, and when jed the little 241 (( { Yes, my child, ' I said, and then I put her in the crib. She had a paper of peanuts and seventy cents in her pocket, which she said her mother gave her. These I put before her on a chair, and the little thing soon tell asleep. "About two o'clock in the morning," continued the ma- tron, " somebody knocked at the door. I got up and struck a light, and as I opened it a man asked — *' ' Have you got a little lost girl here.?* "'Yes, weVe got three little girls here to-night,* I said. " ' But have you got a little with long golden hair, dressed in a little red hood nnd a plaid shawl .'' ' " ' Yes, just such a one. Come in and see her.' " Then," continued the matron, " I called all the children up, and he came in. The light shone on the little girl's face, as she stood there waiting. In a sec- ond the father had her in his arms. " ' How did you get over here, baby ?* he cried, as he held his rough beard against her face. But the little child only ^obbed and clung to him all the more." "What was tne child's mistake about the street.?" I asked. " Well, she lived corner of Broadway and Walton L "a light shone on the little girl's face." ■~^ 242 street, Brooklyn, and she spoke Walton as if it were Warren." A QUEER CASE. A while ago a little boy, three and a half years old, living in Passaic Village, New Jersey, strayed away from home. He wandered to the railroad, and when he saw a car stop he thought it would be a nice thing to take a ride. So he climbed up the steps, got into the car, and rode to Jersey City. When the car stopped he wandered on to the ferry-boat with the surging '^rowd of passengers, and was soon at the foot of Courtlandt street, in the great City of New York. Here he. played around a little while in high glee. 'By and by, as night came on, he began to be hungry and to cry for his father and mother. So a kind-hear-;ed policeman picked him up, took him to the station-house, and the sergeant sent hini to Mrs. Ewing's, at Police Head-quarters. As soon as little Johnny was missed at home in Passaic, the search commenced. Dinner came, and no Johnny — then supper passed, and the father and mother began to be frantic. They searched everywhere for two days and two nights. The big foundry at Passaic was stopped, and oue hundred workmen scoured the country. Then, as a last resort, his heart-broken fa- ther came to New York. After putting an advertise- ment in the Herald^ he thought he would go to Police Headquarters. Johnny was such a bright little boy that the matron had taken him out with her shopping on Broadway, n. as if it were half years old, , strayed away oad, and when be a nice thing steps, got into the car stopped Lth the surging at the foot of of New York. 1 high glee. -By be hungry and a kind-hear*:ed le station-house, dng's, at Police :d at home in r came, and no her and mother everywhere for indry at Passaic en scoured the eart-broken fa- g an advjrtise- d go to Police hat the matron on Broadway, when the father came, so he sat down till her return, to question her about lost children. Judge of his astonishment and joy, after fifteen min- utes' waiting, when Johnny came flat upon him with the matron. "Why, my little boy!" cried the father, "how did you get here ?" But Johnny was too full of joy to reply, and when his father went off to the telegraph office to tell the glad news to his mother, he cried till his father took him along too, and he wouldn't let go his father's hand till he got clear back to Passaic, for fear he would be lost again. I'.iCH CHILDREN. "Do you ever have any rich people's children here?" I asked the matron. . " Yes, frequently. They get lost, shopping with their mothers on Broadway, and the Broadway Police have orders not to take the lost children whom they find to the station house, but to bring them directly here. And here their fathers and mothers frequently come after them." "What other children get cared for here.?" I asked. "Well, the little Italian harp boys frequently come here with the police to stay over night, but after they get a nice warm breakfast, they suddenly remember where they live, and we let them go. They are very cute, they are!" WHAT I SAW. Yesterday I met in the great, seething Broadway 244 crowd three little lost children. Thf'y were struggling in the ceaseless ebb and flow of humanity on the corner of Fourteenth street, just by the statue of Lincoln. The youngest was a baby in arms, the next was a little girl prattler of three years, and the eldest, a boy, was, I should say, five. The little boy held the little baby tightly, and sobbed as if his swelling heart would break, while the little girl only looked very sad, without cry- ing. She wasn't old enough to know that she was lost. I was so much interested that I watched them for some minutes to see what they would do, but the more they walked the more they got lost. Pretty soon they sat down on the curbstone, and the little girl laid her head in the little boy's lap, while he continued to sob. Now quite a crowd collected around them, ask- ing them all sorts of questions, which they could not answer. They could not even tell where they lived — not even the street. In a few moments a policeman came along and tried to find out where the little things lived, but the more he questioned them the more frightened they got. "Shall I take you to your mother, Johnny.?" asked the policeman, patting the little boy on the check ; but Johnny kept on saying as he had said for the last half nour, " O, I want my ma !" "Well, Johnny," said the policeman, "come with me and we will find ma. We'll go and see her." So Johnny took hold of one of the policeman's hands and his little sister the other, while he carried the baby in his arms and they all went off down Broad- way to the lost child department to find their mother. 245 ;re struggling on the corner : of Lincoln, xt was a little t, a boy, was, le little baby would break, , without cry- that she was vatched them i do, but the Pretty soon little girl laid continued to nd them, ask- ley could not they lived — a policeman e little things m the more mny?" asked e check; but the last half " come with see her." eman's hands carried the down Broad- their mother. Cut alas ! they did not find her. After the theater, being down town, I thought I would run in and see Mrs. Ewing and the children. The kind matron had five lost children asleep in her cradles and cribs. "What has become of the little boy and girl.?" I asked. " Here they are," she said, "by the fire waiting patiently." And there they were. Johnny had the little baby asleep in his arms, and his little sister was looking on and trying to advise him what to do. They were tending the baby like a little father and mother. I suppose their parents have been to get them before this time, but it is a queer thing that there are so many people who have never heard of the "Lost Children's Department," and when they lose their children they do not know where to go to find them. Remember this, parents : Whenever your child is lost, go straight to your own police station, and if the child is not there, go to Mrs. Ewing's rooms at Police Headquarters, on Mulberry street. JOHNNY AND THE BABY. THE ABSENT-MINDED MAN. George Harding, Esq., the distinguished Philadel- phia patent lavyer, and a brother of William Harding, the accomplished editor of the Philadelphia Inquirer^ is remarkable for a retentive memory. On Saturday, Mr. Harding rode down to Wall street in a Broadway omnibus. At the Domestic Sevving- Machine building a beautiful young lady got in and handed fifty cents to the distinguished attorney, re- questing him to please hand it to the driver. "With pleasure," said Mr. Harding, at the same time passing the fifty cents up through the hole to the stage-man. The driver made the change, and handed forty cents back to Mr. Harding, who quietly put it away into his vest pocket, and went on reading a mowing-machine brief. Then all was silence. The young lady began to look nervously at Mr. Harding for her change. " Can it be possible that this is one of those polite confidence men we read of in books .'*" she thought to herself. Then she looked up timidly and asked Mr. Harding something about the Brooklyn Ferry. " Oh, the boats run very regular — every three min- utes," replied the interrupted lawyer, trying to smile. Then he went on reading his brief. ISi6 N. ed Philadel- im Harding, lia Inquirer^ ) Wall street stic Sewing- got in and attorney, re- v^er. le same time hole to the d forty cents way into his ring-machine usly at Mr. ible that this read of in Mr. Harding ^ three min- ng to smile. 247 "Do the boats run from Wall street to Astoria?" continued the young lady. " I don't know, madame," replied Mr. H., petu- lantly ; " I'm not a resident of New York : I'm a Philadelphian." "Ah ! yes " — (then a silence). Mr. Harding again buried himself in his brief, while the young lady ahemQd and asked him what the fare was in the New York stages. "Why, ten cents, madame — ten cents." " But I gave you fifty cents to give to the driver," interrupted the young lady, "and " "Didn't he return your change.? Is it possible.? Here, driver !" the lawyer continued, dropping the brief and pulling the strap violently, "why the dickens don't you give the lady her — forty cents, sir, forty cents.?" " I did give her the change. I gave forty cents to you, and you put it in your own pocket," shouted back the driver. " To me ?" said Mr. Harding, feeling in his vest pocket, from which his fingers brought out four ten- cent notes. " Gracious goodness, madame ! I beg ten thousand pardons ; but — but " " Oh, never mind," said the lady, eye- ing him suspiciously ; " you know a lady in a wicked city like New York has to look out for herself. It's no matter — it wasn't the forty cents; but before I left home mother cautioned me against -OH, NEVER mind!" p^j'^g coufidence men, who look so good outside, but " 248 " Goodness gracious ! my dear woman ?" exclaimed Mr. Harding, while all the passengers eyed him with suspicion. 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