"_Ah, you flavor everything; you are the vanilla of society._"
ABOUT the only time when I am really anxious to have the right to vote
is when some legislation tending toward the preservation of the
lobster is on the docket. Then, if I had the opportunity, I should not
only vote with both hands for a "close season" on that delectable
shellfish, but I should lecture as long as I could get any one to
listen to me, either on Boston Common or in Faneuil Hall, in an
endeavor to induce others, men and women, to vote with me. I believe I
should even resort to bribery where I thought it would do--and I am a
fair judge of individuals who don't require their "inducements" to be
too heavily coated with sugar--in order to put it through.
As matters are now there are almost as many ways for preparing lobster
as there are lobsters in the sea, and in order to try them all you
would better be about it before the supply is utterly exhausted, or
some one in authority calls "time."