I pulled the cork and filled all the glasses, then poured a lot into the
wash-bowl, when I handed the bottle to the Kernal.
"Make ready! Take aim! Drink!" Down went the licker.
I laffed a revengeful laff, as every condemned Muskeeter turned up their
heels and cride:
"Water--send my bones back to Chiny--mother dear, I'm comein', 300,000
strong--we die--by the hand--of Jarsey--lite--"
And Jarsey litenin', more powerful than the chassepo gun of France or
the needle-gun of Prushy, had done its work, and the old man was saved
to the world!
It was 3 days before any close would again fit me.
I looked more like a big balloon than a human bein', I was swelled up so
with the pizen.
My blessin's on the head of the individual who invented Jarsey litenin'.
Nothin else would have saved the Lait Gustise's valuable life.
Ever of thow,
HIRAM GREEN, Esq.,
_Lait Gustise of the Peece._
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From our own Correspondent.
Rumors of war from Europe must always be expected, for how can we get
Pacific news by Atlantic Telegraph?
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[Illustration: "WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS," ETC,
_First Small Bather_. "WOULDN'T OUR MAMS GIVE US FITS IF THEY CAUGHT US
SWIMMIN'?"
_Second Ditto_. "I'LL BET YER!"
(_But neither of the happy little truants knows that a thief is running
off with their clothes_.)]
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