_Scene.--Lawn in front of Continental Hotel at Long Branch. Enter_
JENKINS, _disguised in a second-hand silk hat, and a claw-hammer coat,
with a hand-organ on his back. He stops before one of the windows,
grinds the hand-organ, and sings:_
Gaily the troubadour
Touched his or-gan,
As he came staggering
Home with a can--
(_Numerous heads put out of numerous windows_.)
[As all the following are said at the same moment, the reader is here
requested to take a long breath.]
_1st Window._ Stop that howling!
_2d_ " Dry up, you idiot!
_3d_ " Cork that organ!
_4th_ " Bust that music-box!
(And so on, _ad infinitum_, until all the supes are used up; the supes
can probably supply their own language of the above kind.)
(_Windows shut. Enter_ JULIETTE, _from window_.)
JENKINS. Fair JULIETTE!
JULIETTE. Beautiful JENKINS!
JENKINS. Lovest thou CRUSOE? (_She rests on his bosom_.)
JENKINS. But SNUBS, the widower? Ha, Ha! Ho, Ho!
JULIETTE. (_Sings_:)
I never loved him in my life,
I never loved his baby,
I'll slip out some dark night,
And marry JENKINS, maybe.
JENKINS. (_Sings:_)
Pretty maid, if I kiss,
Will you faint away,
Will you cry for your pa,
Pretty maiden, say?
If I press dainty lips,
Will you make a screech?
If you do, I'll away,
And you cannot peach.
Pretty maid, do not faint,
Charming little belle,
Mind you now, pretty maid,
Do not kiss and tell.
(_He charges upon her lips and then returns to the charge_.)
JULIETTE. (_Sings_:)
You are going far away,
Far away from poor JULIETTE,
And there's no one left to love me now,
I fear you'll too forget.
(_Just at this moment, enter Heavy Father, and kicks_ JENKINS, _Heavy
Father then seizes_ JULIETTE _and leads her into house_. JENKINS
_skedaddles_.)
_Enter_ JENKINS _at side, looks carefully around, and finding the coast
clear, comes in, slings the organ on his back, and sings_:
I went, I went,
As meek as any lamb,
He took me, yes, he took me
For some other man.
_Curtain_.
(The manager should have the curtain in hand, because the last pathetic
song of JENKINS will no doubt be encored.)
Errata.--Before the word "played," in the fifth line, insert the words
"will be."
After the word "played," in the fifth line, insert the words, "if it is
ever played at all."
LOT.
* * * * *
[Illustration: ILL-BRED DOGS.
WEST-POINTERS, SETTING AT A BLACKBIRD.]
* * * * *
ON DORGS.
* * * * *
Dorgs are very useful animals, especially when you have nothing handy
for dinner, and can get them to catch a rabbit for you.
A dorg is a very devoted animal, and should not be taxed, as its master
often is, by its various eccentricities--when it makes off with his
dinner, for instance, or leaves dental impressions on the meat in the
pantry. Indeed, its owner is sometimes tempted to imitate his _canis_ in
the lifting business, and often with such success as to get board and
lodging free.
Dorgs are pugnacious critters. I had one that set on every fellow of its
kind he came across, and took such an affectionate grab of his foe, that
nothing would divide them till death did them part.
I noticed, however, that this dorg of mine was mostly fond of the
smaller fry, attacking them most vigorously, and barking from the
door-steps at the larger.
I once had a dorgy (diminutive of dorg, _alias_ puppy,) which was very
fond of me, especially when I gave it something nice--which is nothing
but human nature in the third degree. It got knocked about a good deal,
especially its legs, so that it contracted a sort of hopping movement. I
could not get it to catch mice; it seemed to think them third cousins,
or something of the kind, and was very fond of playing with them; while,
on the other hand, I had a large dorg which we kept by us when we took
grain from the rick--I think he managed about 30 per minute. I never
could follow them down his throat, but his increased bulk was a kind of
index to the number. He generally lay by the kitchen fire twenty-four
hours after his banquet, to recover himself.
I once tried my small dorg at the swimming business, by throwing him
into a shallow pond. I had to go in after the beast pretty smart, boots,
trowsers, socks, and all. He and I had a roast by the fire that evening.
My trowsers, however, getting overdone in the operation, I lost $4 by
this experiment.
Dorgs are very fond of coat-tails and back-pockets, when some unseen
attraction lies there. They don't believe in appetite-assuagers "wasting
their fragrance on the desert air;" and will make vigorous efforts to
take possession of the hidden treasure, at any risk whatsoever.
As this is the time I and my dorg go visiting, I must jerk up the
machine for the present. I hope my remarks have done you some good. The
motto I always follow is, "Brevity is the soul of wit."
BILL BISCAY.
* * * * *
INSPIRATION VS. PERSPIRATION.
Flannel, being an absorbent, has usually been recommended as the best
material for under-clothing in sweltering weather, such as that of the
present summer. An ingenious gentleman of this city, however, has
discovered that a full under-suit of blotting-paper is by far more
efficacious than flannel, and he has taken out a patent for the idea.
The article will not come under the denomination of dry goods.
* * * * *
THE RIGHT MAN.
A Brooklyn item states as follows:
"Justice LYNCH is to have a new court-house in the Twenty-first Ward."
Why in that Ward, only? Have we not a Fourth Ward here, in New York,
and a Sixth Ward, and an Eighth Ward, and a Seventeenth Ward? Judge
LYNCH is just the man needed in each and all of these wards, and he may
be found there yet.
* * * * *
STRANGELY COINCIDENTAL.
The Ice Panic and the Coolie Problem.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE CHINESE EXPERIMENT IN MASSACHUSETTS.
THE GREAT SHOE MANUFACTURER SERENELY CONTEMPLATES HIS HIVE OF CELESTIAL
BEES.]
* * * * *
OUR PORTFOLIO.
It is related of the Prince of Wales, that, driving home from the late
Derby Races, he lifted his hat to a group of ladies, and by accident
dropped a glove, whereupon the fair ones dived eagerly into the dirt for
it, while his Royal Highness laughed heartily at the scramble. Young
ladies this side of the Atlantic, it may be said with justice, are quite
as practiced divers; but when the darlings duck their fingers into the
dirt before any young fellow here, it more frequently happens that they
are not after his glove, or his heart, so much as his pocketbook.
* * * * *
The practice, quite common among rustic gentlemen, of visiting the city
for the purpose of beholding the "elephant," doubtless suggested to the
late Sir THOMAS BROWNE the following advice which he gave his son, who
was about entering upon his studies in the department of Natural
History:
"When you see the elephant, observe whether he bendeth his knees before
and behind forward differently from other quadrupeds, as Aristotle
observeth; and whether his belly be the softest and smoothest part."
It is possible that some elephants have a habit of bending at the
knee-joints differently from others. Indeed, this reflection is more
than likely when we consider how many elephants there are, and upon what
evil doings many of them are bent, but it is not so evident that a
neophyte in this branch of knowledge could derive any benefit from
following Sir THOMAS'S injunctions. PUNCHINELLO begs leave to substitute
for the above, some advice which he thinks would produce a vastly more
salutary effect, and that to keep away from elephants altogether. Men of
experience will bear out our assertion, that the much talked of "horns
of a dilemma" are nothing to the tusks of an elephant; for it is
possible for a person to hang upon the aforesaid "horns" without fatal
results, but the party who is impaled upon the tusks of an elephant is
generally ever after indifferent to the opinions of mankind.
* * * * *
CRITICAL.
"Where do you intend to Summer?" asked JOWLER of GROWLER, one day in the
"heated term."
"Summer?" retorted GROWLER--"is that what _you_ call it?--_I_ call it
Simmer."
* * * * *
PERSONAL.
PRINCE ARTHUR has taken his departure for England. It is but just to say
that the regiment to which he belongs is not the same Rifle Brigade by
which the Coney Island boats are controlled.
* * * * *
GRANT'S BLACKBIRD PIE.
AIR: SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE.
Sing about a Treaty
Got up to supply
Half a million Black birds
For the Union Pie.
When the fact was published,
Swindlers at Sing Sing
Said the Author's one of us--
Let us call him King.
FISH was at the Treasury
Clamoring for the money,
GRANT was in the "Blue-room"
Looking blithe and sunny,
MORBILL, in the Senate,
Brought things to a close--
GRANT'S half million Black birds
Vanished with the noes.
* * * * *
SUGGESTED BY THE HEAT OF THE COOLIE QUESTION.
Knees that the Crispins are constantly down on--Chi-nese.
* * * * *
PROBABLE RESULT OF THAT "CHINESE PUZZLE."
A Chinese Fizzle.
* * * * *
ECLIPSE OF THE "SUN."
JIMMY the bootblack, says he "shines for all--price ten cents."
* * * * *
TO U,'LYSS.
ON THE REJECTION OF THE BAEZ TREATY.
Behold how fickle Fortune the great ULYSSES treats,
Gives him victories in war-time, in peace heaps up defeats.
His Southern laurels linger a coronet of praise;
But a friendly Senate withers his San Domingan bays.
* * * * *
[Illustration: YAN-KI vs. YAN-KEE.
SHOWING THE DESCENT OF CELESTIAL CRISPINS UPON THE SHOEMAKERS OF THE BAY
STATE AND HOW THEY ROBBED THE NATIVE COBBLER OF HIS _ALL_.]
* * * * *
HIRAM GEEEN AT THE TOWER OF BABEL.
HE INTERVIEWS AN OLD SETTLER.-A REMARKABLE NARRATIVE.
While in New York, a few days sints, I was standin' in the reer of the
old City haul, gazin' onto the unfinished marble bildin' which stands
there.
My eye gobbled up the seen afore me, like a young weesel a suckin' of
eggs,--when an old rinkled-featured--silver-haired and snowy-beerded
individual touched me on the sholder, and interogated me thuswisely:
"Stranger, you seem to be stuck to make out what that ere unfinished
bildin' is."
"Kerzaclee, old Hoss," sed I, "and I wouldent mind standin' the Lager to
find out."
"Come with me to yonder pile of stuns," sed the old feller, "and I will
relate a tail, which, for its mysteriousness, ukers the kemikle
analersis of a plate of bordin' house hash."
"Wall, old METHUSELER," sed I, as our legs was danglin' over the pile of
stuns, "onwind your yarn, but don't let your immaginashun go further
than a Bohemian's."
He then began the follerin' histry:
"In anshient times there was a Filosifer. HORRIS GREELEY was his
cognovit.
"He was Editor of a daily noosepaper. He took it into his nozzle one day
to rite some essays 'on what he knowed of farmin,' which he was about as
well posted on as a porpoise is about climbin' a tree.
"One day this _Jerkt_ farmer, by brevet, writ an artikle about
irrigation.
"He told farmers that, in dry seasons, if they dammed the little streems
which crossed their farms, the water would set back, and overflow their
land, and keep their garden sas sozzlin' wet, and make things grow
bully.
"He was a great advocate of Dams.
"He useter become so absorbed in his favorite pastime, that a feller
man, if he irritated the Filosifer, became small streems _pro temper_,
and were dammed pooty sudden."
"What, you don't mean to say that an Editor swore in them days?" sed I,
interuptin' the old man.
"They occashunly took a hand in that ere biziness, and when they got
onto a fit, could cuss and swear ekal to the beet of us," sed he.
"Wall," sed I, "I thought they was all good moral men, like THEODORE
TILTON & ANNER DICKINSON."
"Oh! no," he replide. "Editors in them days use to fat up on swearin'".
He then resumed, "Farmers throughout the land tride H.G.'s. dammin'
ways.
"They dammed all the streams, and anybody who didn't like their stile of
doin' things got sarved in the same manner. The consequents was, their
was a flood--yes sir, a flood.
"Brooklin, Jarsey and Hoboken ferry-botes was swamped, and the
passengers all drowned.
"To be a corroner them times was money in a feller's pocket, as the
inquest biziness was the best biziness agoin' outside of any
well-organized Ring.
"Only one bote lode was saved.
"JIM FISK, who was always on the look-out for a muss, was long-headed
enough to own that craft.
"It was run by Captin NOAH, who Know-ed what was coming. NOAH took his
family abord, and as he owned a menagerie, he took all of his wild
animals abord to, besides the members of the Press, who kept their
papers posted of the doin's abord that Ark.
"In about 40 days time, ev'ry dammed stream busted away, and the waters
dride up. And the boat ran ashore and got stuck fast, in one of them
new-fashioned tar pavements.
"The Common Counsel invited NOAH and his fokes to a Lager bier garden
and treated them to a banket, at the Sity's expense.
"NOAH, who liked his soothin' sirup, got drunker than a sensashun
preacher, on gin and milk, an orthodox drink them times.
"He finally went to sleep in the gutter, after undressin' hisself and
hangin' all his close on a lamp-post.
"HAM, a son of Captin NOAH'S, diskiverin' his confused parient in a soot
rather more comfortable than modest, was so mortified at his Dad's
nakedness, that the mortificashun become sot, and when NOAH awoke from
his soberin' off sleep, his son was blacker than the ace of spades.
"NOAH didn't like niggers.
"Not much he didn't.
"He hated 'em wusser nor a Pea cracker hates a Fenian.
"Seein' that his cheild had changed his political sentiments, he _Horris
Greelyzed_ him in the follerin' well-known words:
"Cussed be Kanan.'
"HAM wasent to be fooled in that stile by the Govenor, so he got BUTLER,
whose surname was BENJAMIN, into whose sack was found a silver cup, and
I believe a few spoons, SICKLES, LOGAN, LONGSTREET, and a lot of other
chaps, to change their complexion. With the assistants of these men,
NOAH and his party was floored, and the 15th Amendment waxed mitey and
strong, espeshally with the mercury at one hundred degrees in the shade.
"Fokes was gettin' wicked and wickeder all the time.
"Members of Congress was drawin' the wool over the Goddess of Liberty's
eyes, and rammin' their hands way down into her purse. Cadetships were
bein' sold to the highest bidder.
"One day the wise men of Gotham sed one to another:
"'Let us bild us a tower which H.G. can't flood, if he dams from now
till dooms-day.'
"A big injun took the contract. As OOFTY GOOFT, a dutch German, remarkt,
"'He vash got Tam-many oder braves to give him a boosht.'
"Street pavements were laid on 5th avenoo, which the wind took up, and
the air smelt like a mixture of cold tar and Scotch snuff.
"Bulls and Bears of Wall street had a day of Egypshun darkness; it was
called Black Friday.
"'Shoo-fly' was sung in our nashunal Councils.
"Banks were robbed, and Judges went snucks with the robbers.
"Men got on fits of temper-ary insanity and clubbed their wives over the
head or popped off editors with a 6 shooter.
"Virtous and respectable ladies were Spencerized in the Halls of
Gustise, and the 12 temptashuns was drawin' crowded houses."
"See here, old man," sed I, "hain't you pilin' on the agony rather too
thick?"
"Facts, Squire," sed he, "trooth is stronger than frickshun."
"About these times," he continered, "things was becomin' slitely mixed.
"The different tribes cooden't suck cider through the same straw any
more.
"There was a confusion of tongues and a mixin' of contracts. The great
Sachem and the Young Democracy had each other by the ear, while the Big
Injun was bound to scratch his assailers bald headed.
"In this Reign of High Daddyism, the Young Democracy was scalpt, and
that ere bildin' afore us, the great tower of Babel, come to a dead
stand still, because the poletishuns coodent understand each other, and
fokes dident know where the money was all gone to."
The old man paused.
I sprung to my feet.
"And this," I exclaimed, "is the mitey Babel? Wood that I possessed some
of the fortins which has been made on thee. Wood that I was a
contracter," sed I, awed in presence of the great bildin' which caused
so many to sin.
In my enthusiasm I bust forth in that well-known Him:
"I want to be a contracter,
And with contracters share."
After I got cooled down I looked for the old man, and sure's your born
he had wrigged off. I took a Bee line for a naborin' Refreshment stand,
and cooled my excited brane with a fride doenut.
Adux, PUNCHINELLO.
Ewers and so 4thly,
HIRAM GBEEN, Esq, _Lait Gustise of the Peece._
* * * * *
ALL STUFF!
That crusty old bachelor, CUMGRUMBLE, objects to the franchise being
extended to women, on the ground that, since they have become so
accustomed to padding their persons, they would inevitably take to
"stuffing" the ballot-boxes.
* * * * *
CHICAGO ECCENTRICITIES.
A newspaper item tells about a horse in Chicago that chews tobacco.
Well, we can beat that in New York. Only a few days ago we saw Commodore
VANDERBILT driving one of his fast teams in Harlem Lane, and both the
horses were Smoking like mad.
But the item adds that the Chicago horse actually picks the hostler's
pocket of tobacco.
Well, that is just what one might expect of a Chicago horse.
* * * * *
THE WATERING PLACES.
PUNCHINELLO'S VACATIONS.
After, all there is nothing like nature, in her primevality. When man
attempts to add a finishing-touch to the loveliness of the forest, lake,
or ocean, he makes a botch of it. What would the glowing tropics be, if
Park Commissioners had charge of them? The heart, sick of the giddy
flutterings of Man, seeks the sympathy of the shadowy dell, where the
jingle of coin is heard not, and where the votaries of fashion flaunt
not their vain tissues in the ambient air.
So, last week, thought Mr. P., and the moment he could get away he went
on a little trip to the Dismal Swamp.
There he found Nature--there was primevality indeed! An instantaneous
_rapport_ took place between his feelings and the scene; of which the
delicious loveliness can be imagined from this picture.
[Illustration: TREES
WATER.]
As he slowly floated along the shingle canal, from Suffolk to the
"Dismal," what raptures filled his soul! Here, in the recesses of that
solemn mixture of trees and water, which they were rapidly approaching,
he could commune with his own soul, as it were. Mr. P. had never
communed with his own soul, as it were, though he knew it must be a nice
thing, because he had read so much about it. So he determined to try it.
It was a delightful anticipation--like scenting a new fancy drink.
But his reflections were rudely interrupted. The men who propelled the
scow which Mr. P. had chartered, had not pushed it more than four or
five miles into the mystic recesses of the Swamp, when they suddenly
stopped with a cry of "Breakers ahead!" Mr. P. rushed to the bow, and
there he beheld two doleful heads just peering above the waters of the
narrow canal. He started back in amazement. He thought, at first, that
they were Naiads--(they could not be Dryads)--or some other watery
spirits of these wilds. But he soon saw that they were nothing of the
kind. It was only Messrs. SCHENCK, of Ohio, and KELLEY, of Pennsylvania,
and through the limpid water it was easy to see that each of them was
endeavoring to raise a sunken log from the bottom.
[Illustration]
"Why, what in the world are you doing here?" cried Mr. P.
Mr. SCHENCK, of Ohio, looked up sadly, and, dropping his log upon the
bottom, stood upon it, and thus replied:
"You may well be surprised, Mr. PUNCHINELLO, but we are here for the
public good. We have reason to suspect, that, following the example of
the Chinese Opium-smugglers, the vile traitors who are trying to break
down our iron interests have smuggled quantities of scrap--iron into
this country, and it is our belief that these sunken logs have been
bored and are full of it."
At this Mr. P. laughed right out.
"Oh, you may laugh if you please!" cried SCHENCK, of Ohio, "and perhaps
you can tell me why these logs are so heavy--why they lie here at the
bottom instead of floating--why--" but at this instant he slipped from
the log on which he was standing, and with a splash and a bubbling, he
disappeared. The men who were pushing the scow thought this an admirable
opportunity to pass on, and shouting to KELLEY, of Pennsylvania, to bob
his head, the gallant bark floated safely over these enthusiastic
conservators of our iron interests.
Although diverted for a time by this incident, a shadow soon began to
spread itself gradually over the mind of Mr. P. Was there, then, no
place where the subtle influence of man did not spread itself like a
noxious gas?--Where, oh, where! could one commune with his own soul, as
it were?
At length they reached Lake Drummond, that placid pool in the somnolent
shades, and Mr. P. put up at the house of a melancholy man, with a fur
cap, who lived in a cabin on the edge of the lonely water.
For supper they had catfish, and perch, and trout, and seven-up, and
euchre, and poker, and when the meal was over Mr. P. went out for a
moonlight row upon the lake. He had to make the most of his time, for it
would take him so long to get back to Nassau street, you know. He had
not paddled his scow more than half an hour over the dark but
moon-streaked waters of the lake, when he met with the maiden who, all
night long, by her firefly lamp, doth paddle her light canoe. This
estimable female steered her bark alongside the scow, and to the
startled Mr. P. she said: "Have you my tickets?"
[Illustration]
"Tickets!" cried Mr. P. "Me?--tickets? What tickets?"
"Why, one ticket, of course, on the Norfolk, Petersburg and Richmond
line; and a through ticket from Richmond to New York, by way of
Fredericksburg and Washington. What other tickets could I mean?"
"I know nothing about them," said Mr. P.; "and what can you possibly
want with railroad tickets?"
"Oh, I am going to leave here," said she.
"Indeed!" cried Mr. P. "Going to leave here--this lake; this swamp; this
firefly lamp? To leave this spot, rendered sacred to your woes by the
poem of the gifted MOORE--"
"No more!" cried she. "I'm tired of hearing everybody that comes to this
pond a-singin' that doleful song."
"That is to say," said Mr. P., with a smile, "if your canoe is birch,
_you_ are Sycamore."
"That's so," she gravely grunted.
"But tell me," said Mr. P., "where in the world can you be going?"
At this the maiden took a straw, and ramming it down the chimney of her
lamp, stirred up the flies until they glittered like dollar jewelry.
Then she chanted, in plaintive, tones, the following legend:
"Three women came, one moonlight night,
And tempted me away.
They said, 'No longer on this lake,
Good maiden, must you stay.
We're SUSAN A. and ANNA D.,
And LUCY S. also,
And what a lone female can do
We want the world to know.
No better instance can we give,
Oh, Indian maid! than you,
How woman can, year after year.
Paddle her own canoe.'"
"Just so," said Mr. P., "but don't you think that as you are--that is to
say--that not being of corporeal substance--by which I mean having been
so long departed, as it were; or, to speak more plainly--"
"Oh, yes! I know.--Dead, you mean," said the maiden. "But that makes no
difference. They'll be glad enough of a ghost of an example."
"Yes, yes," said Mr. P. "And yet their cause is good enough. I don't see
why they should make up--"
He would have said more, but turning, he saw that the Indian maid,
despairing of her tickets, had gone.
The next day Mr. P. went home himself. He communed with his own soul, as
it were, for a little while, and has no doubt it did him a deal of good.
But it would take so long to get back to his office, you see.
As a cheap watering place, where there are no fancy drives or fancy
horses; no club-houses; no big hotels; no gay company; nor anything to
tempt a man to sacrifice health and money in the empty pursuit of
pleasure, Mr. P. begs to recommend the Dismal Swamp.
If he knew of any other watering place of which as much might be said,
he would mention it--but he don't.
* * * * *
NOTES FROM CHICAGO.
"In the spring a young man's fancies lightly turn to thoughts of Love,"
and Picnics--and this is the time for them; consequently, the attention
of the Western public is turned thoroughly and religiously to what may
be considered as one of the most important results of civilization and
refinement. We (the Western public) regard picnics as highly
advantageous to health and beauty, promoting social sympathy and
high-toned alimentiveness, advancing the interests of the community and
the ultimate welfare of the nation. In the first place, they are the
means, working indirectly, but surely, of encouraging the domestic
virtues and affections, the peace and harmony of families, because on
these festive occasions, the lunch is the most striking and attractive
feature, and, in order to obtain this in its highest perfection, the
culinary abilities of the lady participants are necessarily called into
action--those talents which have fallen somewhat into disrepute,
notwithstanding Professor BLOT'S magnanimous efforts to restore the
glories of the once honored culinary art. Therefore a picnic may be
considered as a great moral agency in promoting domestic happiness; for
what is so likely to touch the heart and arouse the slumbering
sensibility of a husband and father, as a roast of beef done to a charm,
or an _omelette soufflée_ presenting just that sublime tint of
yellowness which can only be attained by means of the most delicate
refinement and discrimination? No other attention, however flattering,
is so soon recognised, or gratefully appreciated.
After one of these innocent festivals has been fully decided upon, then
we always select a day when gathering clouds predict, most
unmistakeably, a coming storm, because, what would a picnic be without
some excitement of this kind? A pudding minus the sauce, a sandwich
without the mustard, a joke without the point. What pleasure _could_
there be in a dry picnic? Ladies never appear to such excellent
advantage, never are so utterly bewitching, as when, with light summer
dresses bedraggled and dirty, they cling helplessly to their protectors,
or run in frantic haste to some place of shelter--for it is only when a
woman (or a gentle bovine) runs, that the poetry of motion is fully
realized. Then the gentlemen! Under what circumstances are they ever so
chivalric as during a pouring rain, when, wet to the skin, they assist
the faintly-shrieking beauties over the mud puddles, and hold umbrellas
tenderly above chignons and uncrimping crimps! To be sure they do not
often act as Sir WALTER RALEIGH did, but then they do not wear velvet
cloaks, and what would be the wit of throwing a piece of broadcloth or
white linen into the mud?
We have champagne picnics, lemonade and cold water picnics, and some,
which, although they cannot be classed under the head of hot water,
still manage, before they are through, to get all the participants into
it. We have widows' and widowers' picnics, a kind of reunion for the
encouragement of mutual consolation, where, meandering through green
fields and under nodding boughs, they can talk or muse upon the virtues
of the "dear departed," and the probable merits of the "coming man," or
woman.
Then the anti-matrimonials have theirs, too, always exceedingly select,
where the men look frightened, and the women indignant, and which
partakes somewhat of the character of a Methodist prayer-meeting, the
gentlemen all clinging to each other as if for protection, evidently in
bodily fear of another Sabine expedition, with the order of the
programme, however, a little reversed in regard to the two sexes. The
Sanitary department also indulges in a little treat of this kind, and in
such a case, it becomes really a duty. After guarding the city's health
for so long a time, after sternly following up Scarlet-fevers,
Small-poxes, and Ship-plagues, and driving them forth from their chosen
haunts, it certainly needs to look after its own constitution a little,
and sharpen, by country airs and odors, the powers probably deteriorated
amid the noxious vapors of city alleys and by-ways.
The Teachers' Institute, too, looking at the thing physiologically,
psychologically, and phrenologically, after mature deliberation,
conclude to descend to a little harmless amusement, contriving, however,
to mingle some instructive elements with the frivolous ones that less
enlightened spirits delight in. For instance, the flowers, that are
truly the "alphabet of angels" to the simple souls that love the violets
and daisies for their own sweet sakes, offer a very different alphabet
to the "Schoolma'ams" and Professors. They are no longer flowers, but
specimens, each bud and blossom pleading in vain for life, as ruthless
fingers coolly dissect them to discover whether they are poly or
mollyandria. And what an ignoramus you must be, if you do not know that
a balloon-vine is a _Cardiospernum Halicactum_. The "feast" on these
occasions is that "of reason" alone, encyclopedias and dictionaries
being all the nourishment required, although a stray bottle here and
there might hint at "the flow" of a little something beside "soul."
Then there are the Good Templars' picnics, where "water, cold water for
me, for me," is supposed to be the sentiment of every heart, mixing the
beverage sometimes, however, with a little innocent tea, or coffee; and
the Masonic festivals, where pretty white aprons and silver fringes,
shining amid green dells and vales, present quite a picturesque and
imposing appearance; and the Fenians, looking sometimes greener than the
haunts they are seeking.
Then every distinct and individual Sunday-school in the city has a
picnic, which it would be well to attend, if you are anxious to see the
diversities and eccentricities of youthful appetites fearfully
illustrated.--When the loaves and fishes were distributed, there could
not have been many growing boys present.--And beside these, the family
picnics, most cosy little affairs, represented by one big fat man, one
delicate-faced woman, one maiden-aunt, four graduated boys, and five
graduated girls, all piled into one big fat carriage, drawn by two big
fat horses. But it is the Germans who take the palm, and here language
fails, though beer doesn't.
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COMIC ZOOLOGY.
GENUS SQUALUS--THE SHARK.
Linnaeus classifies the Sharks as the Squalidae family, and they are,
upon the whole, as unpleasant a family as a Squalid Castaway would
desire to meet with in a Squall. They are all carnivorous,
cartilaginous, and cantankerous. No fish culturist, from St. ANTHONY to
SETH GREEN, has thought it worth while to take them in hand, with the
view of reforming them, and their Vices are as objectionable now as they
were three thousand years ago. If a sailor falls overboard, the
Contiguous Shark considers it a _casus belli_, and immediately makes a
pitch at the tar, with the intention of putting itself outside of him.
Failing in that, it generally shears off a limb before it sheers away.
Herds of sharks instinctively follow fever-ships, and when the dead are
thrown into the sea, are seen by the seamen in the shrouds, ready to
perform the office of Undertakers. In the vicinity of the Trades, they
sometimes lie under the counters of merchantmen for days together.
Nothing comes amiss to them, from a midshipman to a marrow-bone, and it
may be interesting to politicians to know that Repeaters and Rings have
occasionally been found in the maws of these monsters. They bite readily
at "Salt horse," and, when hooked with a rattan in throat, may be yanked
on board with the bight of a hawser. An enormous specimen sometimes gets
caught in a forecastle yarn. In this case, never interfere with the
thread of the narrative by asking impertinent questions, however
difficult it may be to hoist it in.
Sharks abound at Newport, Long Branch, Cape May, and other
watering-places, at this season of the year, and many victims are seized
there by the Legs. The Bottle-Nose Shark is to be found in every
harbor--generally in the vicinity of the Bar. He may be known from the
other varieties by the redness of his gills. He is often seen disporting
himself among the Shallows, but is usually too Deep to be pulled up.
White Sharks are frequently observed hovering about emigrant ships in
the vicinity of the Battery, and the Blue Shark is now and then hauled
up as far North as Mulberry Street, while trying, as it were, to get on
the other side of JOURDAN. In China, nobody objects to take the fin of a
Shark, but in this country, when a Shark extends his fin to an honest
man, it is always rejected with contempt. This voracious creature is
common both in the Temperate and Torrid Zones. It has, in fact, no
particular habitat, but is found in Diver's places in almost every
latitude.
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[Illustration: STAY-AT-HOME PEOPLE.
WHAT'S THE USE OF GOING TO THE EXPENSE OF A VISIT TO NIAGARA FALLS, WHEN
SUCH A GRAND SHOWER-BATH AS THIS CAN BE EXTEMPORIZED IN THE GARDEN?]
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A MOTLEY MELODY.
AIR: OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.
Feast-loving MOTLEY
Over a bottle he
Quite overlooks Uncle SAM.
He asks not for chink,
So JOHN BULL, with a wink,
"Alabama" proclaims All a bam.
When he goes to State dinners to fill out his skin,
_Amor Patriae_ leaks out as the turtle goes in.
When he hob-nobs with ministers--capital sport--All
our losses at Sea he condoneth in Port.
When by Britons soft-soaped, he's delighted to lave
In the lather that's only laid on for a shave.
When to Downing street called, with a bow and a scrape
He accepts, in the place of hard dollars, red tape.
When a guest at the table of London's Lord Mayor,
He Tables our Claim while addressing the Chair.
And whenever he mingles with transmarine nobs
He is always the PRINCE OF AMERICAN SNOBS.
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MR. PUNCHINELLO:--I knowee you, but you no knowee me. My name
SOOGIWOORA. I Japanee young mans friend of Tycoon, great ruler. I read
muchee your paper. Sometimes it makee me laugh--sometimes cry. We have
also much funee mans in Japan. I come here with other Japanee young mans
to your college, what you call RUTGER'S, for learn to be great
statesman, for study--how you call--logeec and diplomacee, to makee
treatee. Much I readee your treatees and your policy much astudee. How
too much I can admire your great statesmans. Your SEWARD, he great
American mans, he gainee much territoree to the United States. He also
payee much for it. No gettee much in return. No matter. Americans rich
peoples. They tella me Alaska too cold. Japanee mans no could live there
then. Much snow and ice, big rocks, and--what you call--Fur Trees. How
that? Fur no grow on tree in Japan. Strange ting. Muchee animal they
say--what you call--walrus there. Perhaps Whale. That makee me to tink
of Mr. FEESH. He is deep, that FEESH. So deep I no can understand hims.
They tella me much other peoples no can understand hims too. He makee
much policee with his Foreign Relations. I ask a much people to tella me
who are his Foreign Relations. They laugh great deal and tella me Spain
and General PRIM. No knowee Spain countree in Japan. I no tink it much
of a countree, no havee muchee--how you call--Commerce. One ting puzzle
me great deal. Here much freedom. Sometimes I tink, too much. But that
Island--how you call it--Cuba. People tella me Spain cruel to that
island. Now I read muchee in the speeches and--how you call--State
papers, of great American mans, that your government is friend of--what
you call 'ems--two awfully hard word--Inglees very hard--Stop! I go get
book--O, now I have hims--Oppressed Nationalities. Now, you lettee Spain
buy--what you call--gunboats and big guns and powder and balls for
shoot, but you no lettee Cuba buy. I ask some peoples how that is. They
tella me Nootrality. Funny ting, Nootrality. Fraid Japanee mans stoopid,
no can understand hims now. Never mind. Learn bimeby.
Anoder ting. I no hear any one say General GRANT great mans. Only say he
go muchee to clam bake, go fishee and much smokee. Dat's all. Why you
makee him you ruler then? Because that he so much smokee? Tings much
different here from Japan. Tycoon or Mikado no go clam bake, no go
fishee. Stay at home and govern Japanee. No time go fishee. Only smoke
opium sometimes. Why General GRANT no smokee opium too? Good ting for
Japanee trade.
Since that I arrivee here much peoples aska me about hari-kari. One mans
he aska me if that what Japanee mans eat. I laugh great deal, and tella
him Japanee mans much prefer bird nest soup and shark fin. Then he laugh
much great deal too. Why? The other day I tread on Professor mans foot.
He old mans, much fat, with red nose and--how you call--gout. He swear
one little swear, but no much loud, and look much 'fended. I say him,
"No be 'fended," and proposee him hari-kari for--how you
call--satisfaction. He much sprise, and say, "What hari-kari?" Then I
tella hims that he should rip him ups and then I rip me ups--so. So
Japanee mans do when not satisfy. Then he laugh much great deal, say he
no 'fended, much satisfy, and shakee hands.
People here much friendly. Often say "Go drinkee with me." I say them I
no go drinkee. They aska me "why not?" I say them Japanee man no want go
talkee to lamp-post, shakee hands with pump, and try for makee light him
cigar with door-key. So it make American man do. Drinkee no good for
Japanee mans. Japanee TOMMY too much fond--what you call--cobblers.
TOMMY bad boy. Got drunks. Him kill.
Some American mans too much questions askee. Want know too much. We have
wild animal in Japan--what you call--Boar. We much fearee him. Run away
when come. So I fearee and run away when come mans that too much
questions ask. One ting puzzle me much. For why you call your money
shinplaster? I no can tell, unless that he walk away so fast.
SOOGIWOORA
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