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The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 5..............................................................................................1

Charles Farrar Browne .............................................................................................................................1

PART V. THE LONDON PUNCH LETTERS......................................................................................1

5.1. ARRIVAL IN LONDON. ................................................................................................................1

5.2. PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS...................................................................................................3

5.3. THE GREEN LION AND OLIVER CROMWELL. .......................................................................5

5.4. AT THE TOMB OF SHAKSPEARE. .............................................................................................8

5.5. IS INTRODUCED AT THE CLUB..............................................................................................11

5.6. THE TOWER OF LONDON. ........................................................................................................14

5.7. SCIENCE AND NATURAL HISTORY. ......................................................................................16

5.8. A VISIT TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM.......................................................................................19

MR. PUNCH: My dear Sir,You prob'ly didn't meet my uncle Wilyim when he was on these shores. I jedge

so from the fack that his pursoots wasn't litrary. Commerce, which it has been trooly observed by a

statesman, or somebody, is the foundation stone onto which a nation's greatness rests, glorious Commerce

was Uncle Wilyim's fort. He sold soap. It smelt pretty, and redily commanded two pents a cake. I'm the only

litrary man in our fam'ly. It is troo, I once had a dear cuzzun who wrote 22 verses onto "A Child who nearly

Died of the Measles, O!" but as he injoodiciously introjudiced a chorious at the end of each stansy, the

parrents didn't like it at all. The father in particler wept afresh, assaulted my cuzzun, and said he never felt so

ridicklus in his intire life. The onhappy result was that my cuzzun abandined poetry forever, and went back to

My Uncle Wilyim disposed of his soap, and returned to his nativ land with a very exolted opinyon of the

British public. "It is a edycated community," said he; "they're a intellectooal peple. In one small village alone

I sold 50 cakes of soap, incloodin barronial halls, where they offered me a ducal coronet, but I said nogive

it to the poor." This was the way Uncle Wilyim went on. He told us, however, some stories that was rather

too much to be easily swallerd. In fack, my Uncle Wilyim was not a emblem of trooth. He retired some years

ago on a hansum comptency derived from the insurancemoney he received on a rather shaky skooner he

owned, and which turned up while lyin at a wharf one night, the cargo havin fortnitly been removed the day

afore the disastriss calamty occurd. Uncle Wilyim said it was one of the most sing'ler things he ever heard of;

and, after collectin the insurance money, he bust into a flood of tears, and retired to his farm in Pennsylvany.

He was my uncle by marriage only. I do not say that he wasn't a honest man. I simply say that if you have a

uncle, and bitter experunce tells you it is more profitable in a pecoonery pint of view to put pewter spoons

instid of silver ones onto the table when that uncle dines with you in a frenly wayI simply say, there is

I 'rived on these shores at Liverpool, and proceeded at once to London. I stopt at the Washington Hotel in

Liverpool, because it was named after a countryman of mine who didn't get his living by makin' mistakes,

and whose mem'ry is dear to civilized peple all over the world, because he was gentle and good as well as

trooly great. We read in Histry of any number of great individooals, but how few of 'em, alars! should we

want to take home to supper with us! Among others, I would call your attention to Alexander the Great, who

conkerd the world, and wept because he couldn't do it sum more, and then took to ginandseltzer, gettin'

tight every day afore dinner with the most disgustin' reg'larity, causin' his parunts to regret they hadn't

'prenticed him in his early youth to a biskitbaker, or some other occupation of a peaceful and quiet

character. I say, therefore, to the great men now livin; (you could put 'em all into Hyde Park, by the way, and

still leave room for a large and respectable concourse of rioters)be good. I say to that gifted but

baldheded Prooshun, Bismarck, be good and gentle in your hour of triump. _I_ always am. I admit that our

lines is different, Bismarck's and mine; but the same glo'rus principle is involved, I am a exhibiter of startlin'

curiositys, wax works, snaix, etsetry ("either of whom," as a American statesman whose name I ain't at liberty

to mention for perlitical resins, as he expecks to be a candidate for a prom'nent offiss, and hence doesn't wish

to excite the rage and jelisy of other showmen"either of whom is wuth dubble the price of admission"); I

say I am an exhibiter of startlin curiositys, and I also have my hours of triump, but I try to be good in 'em. If

you say, "Ah, yes, but also your hours of grief and misfortin;" I answer, it is troo, and you prob'ly refer to the

circumstans of my hirin' a young man of dissypated habits to fix hisself up as A real Cannibal from New

Zeelan, and when I was simply tellin the audience that he was the most feroshos Cannibal of his tribe, and

that, alone and unassisted, he had et sev'ril of our fellow countrymen, and that he had at one time even

contemplated eatin his Uncle Thomas on his mother's side, as well as other near and dear relatives,when I

was makin' these simple statements the mis'ble young man said I was a lyer, and knockt me off the platform.

Not quite satisfied with this, he cum and trod hevly on me, and as he was a very muscular person and wore

remarkable thick boots, I knew at once that a canary bird wasn't walkin' over me.

I admit that my ambition overlept herself in this instuns, and I've been very careful ever since to deal square

with the public. If I was the public I should insist on squareness, tho' I shouldn't do as a portion of my

audience did on the occasion jest mentioned, which they was employed in sum naberin' coal mines.

"As you hain't got no more Cannybals to show us, old man," said one of 'em, who seemed to be a kind of

leader among 'ema tall dis'greeble skoundril"as you seem to be out of Cannybals, we'll sorter look round

here and fix things. Them wax figgers of yours want washin'. There's Napoleon Bonyparte and Julius

Caesarthey must have a bath," with which coarse and brutal remark he imitated the shrill warhoop of the

western savige, and, assisted by his infamus coalheavin companyins, he threw all my waxwork into the

river, and let my wild bears loose to pray on a peaceful and inoffensive agricultooral community.

Leavin Liverpool (I'm goin' back there, thoI want to see the Docks, which I heard spoken of at least once

while I was there) I cum to London in a 1st class car, passin' the time very agreeable in discussin, with a

countryman of mine, the celebrated SchleswigHolstein question. We took that int'resting question up and

carefully traced it from the time it commenced being so, down to the present day, when my countryman, at

the close of a four hours' annymated debate, said he didn't know anything about it himself, and he wanted to

know if I did. I told him that I did not. He's at Ramsgate now, and I am to write him when I feel like givin

him two days in which to discuss the question of negro slavery in America. But now I do not feel like it.

London at last, and I'm stoppin at the Greenlion tavern. I like the lan'lord very much indeed. He had fallen

into a few triflin errers in regard to Americahe was under the impression, for instance, that we et hay over

there, and had horns growin out of the back part of our headsbut his chops and beer is ekal to any I ever

pertook. You must cum and see me and bring the boys. I'm told that Garrick used to cum here, but I'm growin

skeptycal about Garrick's favorit taverns. I've had over 500 publichouses pinted out to me where Garrick

went. I was indooced one night, by a seleck comp'ny of Britons, to visit sum 25 publichouses, and they

confidentially told me that Garrick used to go to each one of 'em. Also, Dr. Johnson. This won't do, you

May be I've rambled a bit in this communycation. I'll try and be more collected in my next, and meanwhile,

You'll be glad to learn that I've made a good impression onto the mind of the lan'lord of the Green Lion

tavern. He made a speech about me last night. Risin' in the bar he spoke as follers, there bein over 20

"This North American has been a inmate of my 'ouse over two weeks, yit he hasn't made no attempt to scalp

any member of my fam'ly. He hasn't broke no cups or sassers, or furnitur of any kind. ("Hear, hear.") I find I

can trust him with lited candles. He eats his wittles with a knife and a fork. People of this kind should be

What could I do but modestly get up and express a fervint hope that the Atlantic Cable would bind the two

countries still more closely together? The lan'lord said my speech was full of orig'nality, but his idee was the

old stage coach was more safer, and he tho't peple would indors that opinyin in doo time.

I'm gettin' on exceedin' well in London. I see now, however, that I made a mistake in orderin' my close afore I

left home. The trooth is the taler in our little villige owed me for a pig and I didn't see any other way of gettin'

my pay. Ten years ago these close would no doubt have been fash'n'ble, and perhaps they would be ekally

sim'lar ten years hens. But now they're diff'rently. The taler said he know'd they was all right, because he had

a brother in Wales who kept him informed about London fashins reg'lar. This was a infamus falsehood. But

as the ballud says (which I heard a gen'l'man in a new soot of black close and white kid gloves sing t'other

night), Never don't let us Despise a Man because he wears a Raggid Coat! I don't know as we do, by the way,

tho' we gen'rally get out of his way pretty rapid; prob'ly on account of the pity which tears our boosums for

This last remark is a sirkastic and witherin' thrust at them blotid peple who live in gilded saloons. I tho't I'd

explain my meanin' to you. I frekently have to explain the meanin' of my remarks. I know one manand he's

a man of varid 'complishments who often reads my articles over 20 times afore he can make anything of

'em at all. Our skoolmaster to home says this is a pecoolerarity of geneyus. My wife says it is a pecoolerarity

of infernal nonsens. She's a exceedin' practycal woman. I luv her muchly, however, and humer her little ways.

It's a recklis falshood that she henpecks me, and the young man in our neighborhood who said to me one

evenin', as I was mistenin' my diafram with a gentle cocktail at the villige tavunwho said to me in these

very langwidge, "Go home, old man, onless you desires to have another teapot throwd at you by B.J.," probly

I said, "Betsy Jane is my wife's front name, gentle yooth, and I permits no person to alood to her as B.J.

outside of the family circle, of which I am it principally myself. Your other observations I scorn and disgust,

He was a ablebodied young man, and, remoovin his coat, he enquired if I wanted to be ground to powder? I

said, Yes: if there was a Powdergrindist handy, nothin would 'ford me greater pleasure, when he struck me a

painful blow into my right eye, causin' me to make a rapid retreat into the fireplace. I hadn't no idee that the

enemy was so well organized. But I rallied and went for him, in a rayther vigris style for my time of life. His

parunts lived near by, and I will simply state 15 minits had only elapst after the first act when he was carried

home on a shutter. His mama met the sollum procession at the door, and after keerfully looking her orfspring

"My son, I see how it is distinctually. You've been foolin' round a Trashin Masheen. You went in at the place

where they put the grain in, cum out with the straw, and you got up into the thingamyjig, and let the horses

The pen of no liven Orthur could describe that disfortnit young man's sittywation more clearer. But I was

sorry for him, and I went and nussed him till he got well. His reg'lar original father being absent to the war, I

told him I'd be a father to him myself. He smilt a sickly smile, and said I'd already been wus than two fathers

I will here obsarve that fitin orter be allus avided, excep in extreem cases. My principle is, if a man smites me

on the right cheek I'll turn my left to him, prob'ly; but if he insinooates that my gran'mother wasn't all right,

I'll punch his hed. But fitin is mis'ble bisniss, gen'rally speakin, and whenever any enterprisin countryman of

mine cums over here to scoop up a Briton in the prize ring I'm allus excessively tickled when he gets scooped

hisself, which it is a sad fack has thus far been the casemy only sorrer bein' that t'other feller wasn't

scooped likewise. It's diff'rently with scullin boats, which is a manly sport, and I can only explain Mr.

Hamil's resunt defeat in this country on the grounds that he wasn't used to British water. I hope this

As I remarked afore, I'm gettin' on well. I'm aware that I'm in the great metrop'lis of the world, and it doesn't

make me onhappy to admit the fack. A man is a ass who dispoots it. That's all that ails HIM. I know there is

sum peple who cum over here and snap and snarl 'bout this and that: I know one man who says it is a shame

and a disgrace that St. Paul's Church isn't a older edifiss; he says it should be years and even ages older than it

is; but I decline to hold myself responsible for the conduck of this idyit simply because he's my countryman. I

spose every civ'lised land is endowed with its full share of gibberin' idyits, and it can't be helptleastways I

I'm a little sorry you've got politics over here, but I shall not diskuss 'em with nobody. Tear me to pieces with

wild omnibus hosses, and I won't diskuss 'em. I've had quite enuff of 'em at home, thank you. I was at

Birmingham t'other night, and went to the great meetin' for a few minits. I hadn't been in the hall long when a

No, I told him I didn't think I was. A hidgyis tho't flasht over me. It was of that onprincipled taler, and I said,

"Not by no means," he answered, and then he said, "And what is your opinyin of the present crisis?"

He ceased me by the arm and said, "Let us glance at hist'ry. It is now some two thousand years"

"Listin!" he fiercely cried; "it is only a little over two thousand years since"

"No, Sir. I want no gross and sensual beer. I'll not move from this spot till I can vote. Who ar you?"

I handed him my card, which in addition to my name, contains a elabrit description of my show. "Now, Sir," I

"I sollumly swear," he sternly replied, "that I never heard of you, or your show, in my life!"

"And this man," I cried bitterly, "calls hisself a intelligent man, and thinks he orter be allowed to vote! What

I've no objection to ev'ry intelligent man votin' if he wants to. It's a pleasant amoosement, no doubt; but there

is those whose igrance is so dense and loathsum that they shouldn't be trustid with a ballit any more'n one of

"This way, Sir," said the guard; "here you ar," and he pinted to a firstclass carriage, the sole ockepant of

MR. PUNCH: My Dear Sir,It is now two weeks since a rayther strange lookin man engaged 'partments at

the Green Lion. He stated he was from the celebrated United States, but beyond this he said nothin. He

seem'd to prefer sollytood. He remained mostly in his room, and whenever he did show hisself he walkt in a

moody and morose manner in the garding, with his hed bowed down and his arms foldid across his brest. He

reminded me sumwhat of the celebrated but onhappy "Mr. Haller," in the cheerful play of "The Stranger."

This man puzzled me. I'd been puzzled afore several times, but never so severally as now. Mine Ost of the

Greenlion said I must interregate this strange bein, who claimed to be my countryman.

"He hasn't called for a drop of beer since he's been in this ere Ouse," said the landlord. "I look to you," he

I wringed the lan'lord's honest hand, and told him to consider the mistry cleared up.

I gained axes to the misterus bein's room, and by talkin sweet to him for a few minits, I found out who he

was. Then returnin to the lan'lord, who was nervisly pacin up and down the bar, I said,

"Sweet ROLANDO, don't tremble no more! I've torn the marsk from the hawty stranger's face, and dived into

I'd been to the Beefanham theatre the previs evenin, and probly the drammer I saw affected me, because I'm

not in the habit of goin on as per above. I like the Beefanham theatre very much indeed, because there a

enthoosiastic lover of the theatre like myself can unite the legitermit drammer with fish. Thus, while your

enrapterd soul drinks in the lorfty and noble sentences of the gifted artists, you can eat a biled mack'ril jest as

comfor'bly as in your own house. I felt constrained, however, to tell a fond mother who sot immegitly behind

me, and who was accompanied by a gin bottle, and a young infantI felt constrained to tell that mother,

when her infant playfully mingled a rayther oily mack'ril with the little hair which is left on my vener'ble hed,

that I had a bottle of scented hair oil at home, which on the whole I tho't I preferred to that which her

"Git out! You never was a infank yourself, I spose! Oh no! You was too good to be a infank, you was! You

"No, Madam," I replied, "I too was once a infant! I was a luvly child. People used to come in large and

enthoosiastic crowds from all parts of the country to see me, I was such a sweet and intel'gent infant. The

excitement was so intens, in fack, that a extra hotel was startid in the town to accomodate the peple who

thronged to my cradle." Havin finished these troothful statemints, I smilt sweetly on the worthy female. She

"Drat you, what do you come achaffin me for?" and the estymible woman was really gettin furis, when I

"This little gal," I observed, "this surprisingly lively gal when" the mother said,

"Wall," I said, "then this little boy, whose eye is like a eagle asoaring proudly in the azure sky, will some

day be a man, if he don't choke hisself to death in childhood's sunny hours with a smelt or a bloater, or some

other drefful calamity. How surblime the tho't, my dear Madam, that this infant as you fondle on your knee

on this night, may grow up into a free and independent citizen, whose vote will be worth from ten to fifteen

Let us now return, jentle reader, to the lan'lord of the Green Lion, who we left in the bar in a state of anxiety

and perspire. Rubbin his hot face with a red handkercher, he said, "Is the strange bein a American?"

"Then," said the lan'lord of the Green Lion, "you ar deceeved! He is no countryman of yours."

"I will tell you, Sir," said the lan'lord. "My soninlaw is employed in a bankin house where ev'ry American

as comes to these shores goes to git his drafts casht, and he says that not one has arrived on these shores

during the last 18 months as wasn't a Gen'ral, a Colonial, a Majer, a Capting, or a leftenant! This man, as I

I reeled into a chair. For a minit I was speechlis. At length I murmured, "Alars! I fear it is too troo! Even I

"Wall," I said, "whatever nation this person belongs to, we may as well go and hear him lectur this evenin. He

is one of these spirit fellershe is a TransMejim, and when he slings himself into a transstate he says the

sperits of departed great men talk through him. He says that tonight sev'ril em'nent persons will speak

"It's a umbug," said the lan'lord; to which I replied that we'd best go and see, and we went. We was late, on

account of the lan'lord's extensiv acquaintans with the public house keepers along the road, and the hall was

some two miles distant, but we got there at last. The hall was about half full, and the Mejim was just then

He said the Cable was really a merrytorious affair, and that messiges could be sent to America, and there was

no doubt about their gettin there in the course of a week or two, which he said was a beautiful idear, and

much quicker than by steamer or canalboat. It struck me that if this was Franklin a spiritooal life hadn't

The audiens was mostly composed of rayther pale peple, whose eyes I tho't rolled round in a somewhat wild

manner. But they was wellbehaved, and the females kept saying, "How beautiful! What a surblime thing it

is," et cetry, et cetry. Among the females was one who was a fair and rosy young woman. She sot on the same

seat we did, and the lan'lord of the Green Lion, whose frekent intervoos with other lan'lords that evenin had

been too much for him, fastened his left eye on the fair and rosy young person, and smilin lovinly upon her,

"You may give me, my dear, fourpennyworth of gincold gin. I take it cold, because"

"No," I answered. "It's another kind of bore. Lis'en. Cromwell is goin' to speak through our inspired fren',

"Is he?" said the lan'lord"is he? Wall, I've suthin to say, also. Was this Cromwell a licensed vittler?"

"I'm sorry for that," said the lan'lord with a sigh, "but you think he was a man who would wish to see licensed

"Wall," said the lan'lord, "jest you keep a eye on me." Then risin to his feet he said, in somewhat husky yet

"Yes, Mr. Cromwell: that's the man I mean, Mr. Cromble! won't you please advise that gen'l'man who you're

talkin through; won't you advise'im during your elekant speech to settle his bill at my 'ouse tonight, Mr.

Crumbles," said the lan'lord, glarin' savigely round on the peple, "because if he don't there'll be a punched 'ed

to be seen at the Green Lion, where I don't want no more of this everlastin nonsens. I'LL talk through 'im!

Here's a sperrit," said the lan'lord, a smile once more beamin on his face, "which will talk through him like a

"You're a helthy old sperret," I remarkt; and then I saw the necessity of gettin him out of the hall. The wimin

was yellin and screaming, and the men was hollerin' perlice. A perliceman really came and collerd my fat

"It's only a fit, Sir Richard," I said. I always call the perlice Sir Richard. It pleases them to think I'm the

victim of a deloosion; and they always treat me perlitely. This one did, certainly, for he let us go. We saw no

It's diffikilt, of course, to say how long these noosances will be allowed to prowl round. I should say,

however, if pressed for a answer that they will prob'ly continner on jest about as long as they can find peple

Mr. Punch, My dear Sir,I've been lingerin by the Tomb of the lamentid Shakspeare.

You may make any use of this opinion that you see fit. If you think its publication will subswerve the cause

I told my wife Betsy when I left home that I should go to the birthplace of the orthur of "Otheller" and other

Plays. She said that as long as I kept out of Newgate she didn't care where I went.

"But," I said, "don't you know he was the greatest Poit that ever lived? Not one of these common poits, like

that young idyit who writes verses to our daughter, about the Roses as growses, and the Breezes as

blowsesbut a Boss Poitalso a philosopher, also a man who knew a great deal about everything."

She was packing my things at the time, and the only answer she made was to ask me if I was goin to carry

Yes. I've been to Stratford onto the Avon, the Birthplace of Shakspeare. Mr. S. is now no more. He's been

dead over three hundred (300) years. The peple of his native town are justly proud of him. They cherish his

mem'ry, and them as sell pictures of his birthplace, make it prof'tible cherishin it. Almost everybody buys a

As I stood gazing on the spot where Shakspeare is s'posed to have fell down on the ice and hurt hisself when

a boy, (this spot cannot be boughtthe town authorities say it shall never be taken from Stratford), I

wondered if three hundred years hence picturs of MY birthplace will be in demand? Will the peple of my

native town be proud of me in three hundred years? I guess they won't short of that time because they say the

fat man weighing 1000 pounds which I exhibited there was stuffed out with pillers and cushions, which he

said one very hot day in July, "Oh bother, I can't stand this," and commenced pullin the pillers out from under

his weskit, and heavin 'em at the audience. I never saw a man lose flesh so fast in my life. The audience said I

was a pretty man to come chiselin my own townsmen in that way. I said, "Do not be angry, fellercitizens. I

exhibited him simply as a work of art. I simply wished to show you that a man could grow fat without the aid

of codliver oil." But they wouldn't listen to me. They are a low and grovelin set of peple, who excite a feelin

of loathin in every brest where lorfty emotions and original idees have a bidin place.

I stopped at Leamington a few minits on my way to Stratford onto the Avon, and a very beautiful town it is. I

went into a shoe shop to make a purchis, and as I entered I saw over the door those dear familiar words, "By

Appintment: H.R.H.;" and I said to the man, "Squire, excuse me, but this is too much. I have seen in London

four hundred boot and shoe shops by Appintment: H.R.H.; and now YOU'RE at it. It is simply onpossible

that the Prince can wear 400 pairs of boots. Don't tell me," I said, in a voice choked with emotion"Oh, do

not tell me that you also make boots for him. Say slipperssay that you mend a boot now and then for him;

The man smilt, and said I didn't understand these things. He said I perhaps had not noticed in London that

dealers in all sorts of articles was By Appintment. I said, "Oh, HADN'T I?" Then a sudden thought flasht

over me. "I have it!" I said. "When the Prince walks through a street, he no doubt looks at the shop windows."

"And the enterprisin tradesman," I continnerd, "the moment the Prince gets out of sight, rushes frantically and

has a tin sign painted, By Appintment, H.R.H.! It is a beautiful, a great idee!"

I then bought a pair of shoe strings, and wringin the shopman's honest hand, I started for the Tomb of

"And this," I said, as I stood in the old churchyard at Stratford, beside a Tombstone, "this marks the spot

"You've got the wrong grave," said a mana worthy villager: "Shakspeare is buried inside the church."

"Oh," I said, "a boy told me this was it." The boy larfed and put the shillin I'd given him onto his left eye in a

I pursood and captered him, and after talking to him a spell in a skarcastic stile, I let him went.

The old church was damp and chill. It was rainin. The only persons there when I entered was a fine bluff old

"No, Earnest Montresser," the old gentleman said, "it is idle to pursoo this subjeck no further. You can never

marry my daughter. You were seen last Monday in Piccadilly without a umbreller! I said then, as I say now,

any young man as venturs out in a uncertain climit like this without a umbreller, lacks foresight, caution,

strength of mind and stability; and he is not a proper person to intrust a daughter's happiness to."

I slapt the old gentleman on the shoulder, and I said: "You're right! You're one of those kind of men, you

He wheeled suddenly round, and in a indignant voice, said, "Go waygo way! This is a privit intervoo."

I didn't stop to enrich the old gentleman's mind with my conversation. I sort of inferred that he wasn't inclined

to listen to me, and so I went on. But he was right about the umbreller. I'm really delighted with this grand

old country, "Mr. Punch," but you must admit that it does rain rayther numerously here. Whether this is

owing to a monerkal form of gov'ment or not I leave all candid and onprejudiced persons to say.

William Shakspeare was born in Stratford in 1564. All the commentaters, Shaksperian scholars, etsetry, are

agreed on this, which is about the only thing they are agreed on in regard to him, except that his mantle hasn't

fallen onto any poet or dramatist hard enough to hurt said poet or dramatist MUCH. And there is no doubt if

these commentaters and persons continner investigating Shakspeare's career, we shall not, in doo time, know

When a mere lad little William attended the Grammar School, because, as he said, the Grammar School

wouldn't attend him. This remarkable remark, comin from one so young and inexperunced, set peple to

thinkin there might be somethin in this lad. He subsequently wrote "Hamlet" and "George Barnwell." When

his kind teacher went to London to accept a position in the offices of the Metropolitan Railway, little William

"Go on, Sir," he said, "in a glorus career. Be like a eagle, and soar and the soarer you get the more we shall all

My young readers, who wish to know about Shakspeare, better get these vallyable remarks framed.

I returned to the hotel. Meetin a young married couple, they asked me if I could direct them to the hotel

I told 'em I was a stranger, and hurried away. They were from my country, and ondoubtedly represented a

thrifty Ile well somewhere in Pennsylvany. It's a common thing, by the way, for a old farmer in Pennsylvany

to wake up some mornin' and find ile squirtin all around his back yard. He sells out for 'normous price, and

his children put on gorgeous harness and start on a tower to astonish people. They succeed in doin it.

A very nice old town is Stratford, and a capital inn is the Red Horse. Every admirer of the great S. must go

there once certinly; and to say one isn't a admirer of him, is equv'lent to sayin one has jest about brains

Some kind person has sent me Chawcer's "poems." Mr. C. had talent, but he couldn't spel. No man has a right

to be a lit'rary man onless he knows how to spel. It is a pity that Chawcer, who had geneyus, was so

I guess I'm through, and so I lay down the pen, which is more mightier than the sword, but which I'm fraid

MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,It is seldim that the Commercial relations between Great Britain and the United

It is Commerce after all, which will keep the two countries friendly to'ards each other rather than statesmen.

I look at your last Parliament, and I can't see that a single speech was encored during the entire session.

Entertainin this great regard for Commerce, "whose sales whiten every sea," as everybody happily observes

every chance he gets, I learn with disgust and surprise that a British subjeck bo't a Barril of Apple Sass in

America recently, and when he arrove home he found under a few deloosiv layers of sass nothin but sawdust.

I should have instintly gone into the City and called a meetin of the leadin commercial men to condemn and

repudiate, as a American, this gross frawd, if I hadn't learned at the same time that the draft given by the

British subjeck in payment for this frawdylent sass was drawed onto a Bankin House in London which

There is those who larf at these things, but to me they merit rebooks and frowns.

With the exception of my Uncle Wilyimwho, as I've before stated, is a uncle by marrige only, who is a low

cuss and filled his coat pockets with pies and biled eggs at his weddin breakfast, given to him by my father,

and made the clergyman as united him a present of my father's new overcoat, and when my father on

discoverin' it got in a rage and denounced him, Uncle Wilyim said the old man (meanin my parent) hadn't any

idee of first class Humer!with the exception of this wretched Uncle the escutchin of my fam'ly has never

been stained by Games. The little harmless deceptions I resort to in my perfeshion I do not call Games. They

I believe we are descendid from the Puritins, who nobly fled from a land of despitism to a land of freedim,

where they could not only enjoy their own religion, but prevent everybody else from enjoyin HIS.

I was strolling up Regent Street the other day, thinkin what a clever fam'ly I come of, and looking at the gay

shopwinders. I've got some new close since you last saw me. I saw them others wouldn't do. They carrid the

observer too far back into the dim vister of the past, and I gave 'em to a Orfun Asylum. The close I wear now

I bo't of Mr. Moses, in the Commercial Road. They was expressly made, Mr. Moses inforemd me, for a

nobleman, but as they fitted him too muchly, partic'ly the trows'rs (which is blue, with large red and white

"My dear feller, make me some more, only mindbe sure you sell these to some genteel old feller."

I like to saunter thro' Regent Street. The shops are pretty, and it does the old man's hart good to see the troops

of fine healthy girls which one may always see there at certain hours in the afternoon, who don't spile their

beauty by devourin cakes and sugar things, as too many of the American and French lasses do. It's a mistake

about everybody being out of town, I guess. Regent Street is full. I'm here; and as I said before, I come of a

As I was walkin along, amoosin myself by stickin my penknife into the calves of the footmen who stood

waitin by the swellcoaches (not one of whom howled with angwish), I was accosted by a man of about

He was a little shabby in his wearin apparil. His coat was one of those black, shiny garments, which you can

"Was it in the Crimea, comrade? Yes, it was. It was at the stormin of Sebastopol, where I had a narrow

I said, "No, I wasn't at Sebastopol; I escaped a fatal wound by not bein there. It was a healthy old fortress," I

The man graspt me warmly by the hand, and said he had been in America, Upper Canada, Africa, Asia

And he dragged me into a public house. I was determined to pay, so I said, "Mr. Bachus, giv this gen'l'man

We conversed there in a very pleasant manner till my dinnertime arrove, when the agreeable gentleman

insisted that I should dine with him. "We'll have a banquet, Sir, fit for the gods!"

I told him good plain vittles would soot me. If the gods wanted to have the dispepsy, they was welcome to it.

We had soop and fish, and a hot jint, and growsis, and wines of rare and costly vintige. We had ices, and we

had froots from Greenland's icy mountins and Injy's coral strands; and when the sumptoous reparst was over,

the agree'ble man said he'd unfortnitly left his pocketbook at home on the marble centre table.

I said, "Oh, never mind," and drew out my puss; tho' I in'ardly wished the gods, as the dinner was fit for 'em,

The agree'ble gentleman then said, "Now, I will show you our Club. It dates back to the time of William the

"Wall," I said, "if Billy was one of 'em, I need no other endorsement as to its respectfulness, and I'll go with

On the way the agree'ble man told me that the Club was called the Sloshers. He said I would notice that none

of 'em appeared in evenin dress. He said it was agin the rools of the club. In fack, if any member appeared

there in evenin dress he'd be instantly expeld. "And yit," he added, "there's geneyus there, and lorfty

emotions, and intelleck. You'll be surprised at the quantities of intelleck you'll see there."

We reached the Sloshers in due time, and I must say they was a shakylooking lot, and the public house

"What a beautiful brestpin you've got," said one of 'em. "Permit me," and he took it out of my neckercher.

It was given me by my Aunt, on my promisin her I'd never swear profanely; and I never have, except on very

special occasions. I see that beautiful boosum pin a parsin from one Slosher to another, and I'm reminded of

Then in comes a athletic female, who no sooner sees me than she utters a wild yell, and cries:

I said, "not at all, Marm. Not on no account. I have heard the boatswain pipe to quartersbut a voice in my

heart didn't whisper Seuzan! I've belayed the marlinspikes on the upper jibpoop, but Seuzan's eye wasn't

"Oh yes, you are!" she howled, seizin me round the neck. "Oh, how I've lookt forwards to this meetin!"

"And you'll presently," I said, "have a opportunity of lookin backwards to it, because I'm on the point of

I will here observe that I come of a very clever family. A very clever fam'ly, indeed.

"Where," I cried, as I struggled in vain to release myself from the eccentric female's claws, "where is the

Captingthe man who was into the Crimea, amidst the cannon's thunder? I want him."

He came forward, and cried, "What do I see? Me Sister! me sweet Adulaide! and in teers! Willin!" he

screamed, "and you're the serpent I took to my boosum, and borrowed money of, and went round with, and

Somehow my coat was jerked off, the brestpocket of which contained my pocketbook, and it parsed away

"Ha! ha! you sly old rascal, you've been up to larks!" said the lan'lord, larfin loudly, and digging his fist into

I said, "Bigsby, if you do that agin, I shall hit you! Much as I respect you and your excellent faml'y, I shall

"My spirits has been ruffled," I ansered in a bittur voice, "by a viper who was into the Crimea. What good

was it," I cried, "for Sebastopol to fall down without enwelopin in its ruins that viper?"

MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,I skurcely need inform you that your excellent Tower is very pop'lar with peple

from the agricultooral districks, and it was chiefly them class which I found waitin at the gates the other

I saw at once that the Tower was established on a firm basis. In the entire history of firm basisis I don't find a

"You have no Tower in America?" said a man in the crowd, who had somehow detected my denomination.

"Alars! no," I ansered; "we boste of our enterprise and improvements, and yit we are devoid of a Tower.

The gates was opened after awhile, and we all purchist tickets and went into a waitinroom.

"I mean it is sad to think that so many peple have been killed within these gloomy walls. My frens, let us drop

"No," I said, "you must excuse me. Others may drop one if they feel like it; but as for me, I decline. The early

managers of this institootion were a bad lot, and their crimes were trooly orful; but I can't sob for those who

died four or five hundred years ago. If they was my own relations I couldn't. It's absurd to shed sobs over

things which occurd during the rain of Henry the Three. Let us be cheerful," I continnerd "Look at the festiv

Warders, in their red flannil jackets. They are cheerful, and why should it not be thusly with us?"

A Warder now took us in charge, and showed us the Trater's Gate, the armers, and things. The Trater's Gate is

wide enuff to admit about twenty trater's abrest, I should jedge; but beyond this, I couldn't see that it was

Traters, I will here remark, are a onfortnit class of peple. If they wasn't, they wouldn't be traters. They

conspire to bust up a countrythey fail, and they're traters. They bust her, and they become statesmen and

Take the case of Gloster, afterwards Old Dick the Three, who may be seen at the Tower, on horseback, in a

heavy tin overcoattake Mr. Gloster's case. Mr. G. was a conspirater of the basist dye, and if he'd failed, he

would have been hung on a sour apple tree. But Mr. G. succeeded, and became great. He was slewd by Col.

Richmond, but he lives in histry, and his equestrian figger may be seen daily for a sixpence, in conjunction

with other em'nent persons, and no extra charge for the Warder's able and bootiful lectur.

There's one king in the room who is mounted onto a foamin steed, his right hand graspin a barber's pole. I

The room where the daggers and pistils and other weppins is kept is interestin. Among this collection of

choice cutlery I notist the bow and arrer which those hotheded old chaps used to conduct battles with. It is

quite like the bow and arrer used at this day by certin tribes of American Injuns, and they shoot 'em off with

such a excellent precision that I almost sigh'd to be a Injun, when I was in the Rocky Mountain regin. They

are a pleasant lot them Injuns. Mr. Cooper and Dr. Catlin have told us of the red man's wonerful eloquence,

and I found it so. Our party was stopt on the plains of Utah by a band of Shoshones, whose chief said:

"Brothers! the paleface is welcome. Brothers! the sun is sinkin in the West, and Wanabuckyshe will

soon cease speakin. Brothers! the poor red man belongs to a race which is fast becomin extink."

He then whooped in a shrill manner, stole all our blankets and whisky, and fled to the primeval forest to

I will remark here, while on the subjeck of Injuns, that they are in the main a very shaky set, with even less

sense than the Fenians, and when I hear philanthropists bewailin the fack that every year "carries the noble

red man nearer the settin sun," I simply have to say I'm glad of it, tho' it is rough on the settin sun. They call

you by the sweet name of Brother one minit, and the next they scalp you with their Thomashawks. But I

At one end of the room where the weppins is kept, is a wax figger of Queen Elizabeth, mounted on a fiery

stuffed hoss, whose glass eye flashes with pride, and whose red morocker nostril dilates hawtily, as if

conscious of the royal burden he bears. I have associated Elizabeth with the Spanish Armady. She's mixed up

with it at the Surry Theatre, where "Troo to the Core" is bein acted, and in which a full bally core is

introjooced on board the Spanish Admiral's ship, givin the audiens the idee that he intends openin a

moosichall in Plymouth the moment he conkers that town. But a very interesting drammer is "Troo to the

Core," notwithstandin the eccentric conduck of the Spanish Admiral; and very nice it is in Queen Elizabeth to

The Warder shows us some instrooments of tortur, such as thumbscrews, throatcollars, etc., statin that these

was conkerd from the Spanish Armady, and addin what a crooil peple the Spaniards was in them

dayswhich elissited from a bright eyed little girl of about twelve summers the remark that she tho't it WAS

rich to talk about the crooilty of the Spaniards usin thumbscrews, when we was in a Tower where so many

I was so blessed with the little girl's brightness that I could have kissed the dear child, and I would if she'd

I think my companions intended makin a day of it, for they all had sandwiches, sassiges, etc. The sadlookin

man, who had wanted us to drop a tear afore we started to go round, fling'd such quantities of sassige into his

mouth, that I expected to see him choke hisself to death. He said to me, in the Beauchamp Tower, where the

poor prisoners writ their onhappy names on the cold walls, "This is a sad sight."

"It is, indeed," I anserd. "You're black in the face. You shouldn't eat sassige in public without some rehearsals

Indeed, he was quite right. Tho' so long ago all these drefful things happened, I was very glad to git away

from this gloomy room, and go where the rich and sparklin Crown Jewils is kept. I was so pleased with the

Queen's Crown, that it occurd to me what a agree'ble surprise it would be to send a sim'lar one home to my

wife; and I asked the Warder what was the vally of a good, wellconstructed Crown like that. He told me, but

on cypherin up with a pencil the amount of funs I have in the Jint Stock Bank, I conclooded I'd send her a

And so I left the Tower. It is a solid and commandin edifis, but I deny that it is cheerful. I bid it adoo without

I was droven to my hotel by the most melancholly driver of a fourwheeler that I ever saw. He heaved a deep

"It isn't that," he said, with a hartrendin groan, "it's only a way I have. My mind's upset today. I at one time

tho't I'd drive you into the Thames. I've been readin in all the daily papers to try and understand about

Governor Ayre, and my mind is totterin. It's really wonderful I didn't drive you into the Thames."

I asked the onhappy man what his number was, so I could redily find him in case I should want him agin, and

MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,I was a little disapinted in not receivin a invitation to jine in the meetins of the

I hope it wasn't the intentions of the Sciencers to exclood me from their deliberations.

Let it pars. I do not repine. Let us remember Homer. Twenty cities claim Homer dead, thro' which the livin

Mr. Homer couldn't have got trusted for a sandwich and a glass of bitter beer, or words to that effect.

But perhaps it was a oversight. Certinly I have been hospitably rec'd in this country. Hospitality has been

pored all over me. At Liverpool I was asked to walk all over the docks, which are nine miles along; and I

don't remember a instance since my 'rival in London of my gettin into a cab without a Briton comin and

perlitly shuttin the door for me, and then extendin his open hand to'ards me, in the most frenly manner

possible. Does he not, by this simple yit tuchin gesture, welcum me to England? Doesn't he? Oh yesI guess

he doesn't he. And it's quite right among two great countries which speak the same langwidge, except as

regards H's. And I've been allowed to walk round all the streets. Even at Buckinham Pallis, I told a guard I

wanted to walk round there, and he said I could walk round there. I ascertained subsequent that he referd to

I prepared a Essy on Animals to read before the Social Science meetins. It is a subjeck I may troothfully say I

have successfully wrastled with. I tackled it when only nineteen years old. At that tender age I writ a Essy for

a lit'ry Institoot entitled, "Is Cats to be Trusted?" Of the merits of that Essy it doesn't becum me to speak, but

I may be excoos'd for mentionin that the Institoot parsed a resolution that "whether we look upon the length

of this Essy, or the manner in which it is written, we feel that we will not express any opinion of it, and we

Of course the Essy I writ for the Social Science Society is a more finisheder production than the one on Cats,

which was wroten when my mind was crood, and afore I had masterd a graceful and ellygant stile of

composition. I could not even punctooate my sentences proper at that time, and I observe with pane, on

lookin over this effort of my yooth, that its beauty is in one or two instances mar'd by ingrammaticisms. This

was unexcusable, and I'm surprised I did it. A writer who can't write in a grammerly manner better shut up

You shall hear this Essy on Animals. Some day when you have four hours to spare, I'll read it to you. I think

you'll enjoy it. Or, what will be much better, if I may suggestomit all picturs in next week's "Punch," and

do not let your contributors write enything whatever (let them have a holiday; they can go to the British

Mooseum;) and publish my Essy intire. It will fill all your collumes full, and create comment. Does this

In case I had read the Essy to the Social Sciencers, I had intended it should be the closin attraction. I had

intended it should finish the proceedins. I think it would have finished them. I understand animals better than

any other class of human creatures. I have a very animal mind, and I've been identified with 'em doorin my

entire professional career as a showman, more especial bears, wolves, leopards and serpunts.

The leopard is as lively a animal as I ever came into contack with. It is troo he cannot change his spots, but

you can change 'em for him with a paintbrush, as I once did in the case of a leopard who wasn't nat'rally

spotted in a attractive manner. In exhibitin him I used to stir him up in his cage with a protracted pole, and for

the purpuss of making him yell and kick up in a leopardy manner, I used to casionally whack him over the

head. This would make the children inside the booth scream with fright, which would make fathers of

families outside the booth very anxious to come inbecause there is a large class of parents who have a

uncontrollable passion for takin their children to places where they will stand a chance of being frightened to

One day I whacked this leopard more than ushil, which elissited a remonstrance from a tall gentleman in

spectacles, who said, "My good man, do not beat the poor caged animal. Rather fondle him."

"I prythy desist," said the gentleman; "stand aside, and see the effeck of kindness. I understand the

With that he went up to the cage, and thrustin his face in between the iron bars, he said, soothinly, "Come

The pretty creetur comehithered rayther speedy, and seized the gentleman by the whiskers, which he tore off

He said, "You vagabone, I'll have you indicted for exhibitin dangerous and immoral animals."

I replied, "Gentle Sir, there isn't a animal here that hasn't a beautiful moral, but you mustn't fondle 'em. You

The gentleman was a dramatic cricket, and he wrote a article for a paper, in which he said my entertainment

As regards Bears, you can teach 'em to do interesting things, but they're onreliable. I had a very large grizzly

bear once, who would dance, and larf, and lay down, and bow his head in grief, and give a mournful wale,

etsetry. But he often annoyed me. It will be remembered that on the occasion of the first battle of Bull Run, it

suddenly occurd to the Fed'ral soldiers that they had business in Washington which ought not to be neglected,

and they all started for that beautiful and romantic city, maintaining a rate of speed durin the entire distance

that would have done credit to the celebrated French steed "Gladiateur." Very nat'rally our Gov'ment was

deeply grieved at this defeat; and I said to my Bear, shortly after, as I was givin a exhibition in OhioI said,

"Brewin, are you not sorry the National arms has sustained a defeat?" His business was to wale dismal, and

bow his head down, the band (a barrel organ and a wiolin) playin slow and melancholly moosic. What did the

grizzly old cuss do, however, but commence darncin and larfin in the most joyous manner? I had a narrer

I will relate another incident in the career of this retchid Bear. I used to present what I called in the bills a

Beautiful living Picturshowing the Bear's fondness for his Master: in which I'd lay down on a piece of

carpeting, and the Bear would come and lay down beside me, restin his right paw on my breast, the Band

playing "Home, Sweet Home," very soft and slow. Altho' I say it, it was a tuchin thing to see. I've seen

Well, one day I said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will show you the Bear's fondness for his master," and I

went and laid down. I tho't I observed a pecooliar expression into his eyes, as he rolled clumsily to'ards me,

but I didn't dream of the scene which follered. He laid down, and put his paw on my breast. "Affection of the

Bear for his Master," I repeated. "You see the Monarch of the Western Wilds in a subjugated state. Fierce as

these animals naturally are, we now see that they have hearts and can love. This Bear, the largest in the

world, and measurin seventeen feet round the body, loves me as a merther loves her cheild!" But what was

my horror when the grizzly and infamus Bear threw his other paw UNDER me, and riz with me to his feet.

Then claspin me in a close embrace he waltzed up and down the platform in a frightful manner, I yellin with

fear and anguish. To make matters wuss, a low scurrilus young man in the audiens hollered out:

I jest 'scaped with my life. The Bear met with a wiolent death the next day, by bein in the way when a hevily

But you should hear my Essy which I wrote for the Social Science Meetins. It would have had a movin effeck

I have read Earl Bright's speech at Leeds, and I hope we shall now hear from John Derby. I trust that not only

they, but Wm. E. Stanley and Lord Gladstone will cling inflexibly to those great fundamental principles,

which they understand far better than I do, and I will add that I do not understand anything about any of them

whatever in the leastand let us all be happy, and live within our means, even if we have to borrer money to

MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,You didn't get a instructiv article from my pen last week on account of my

nervus sistim havin underwent a dreffle shock. I got caught in a brief shine of sun, and it utterly upsot me. I

was walkin in Regent Street one day last week, enjoyin your rich black fog and bracing rains, when all at

once the Sun bust out and actooally shone for nearly half an hour steady. I acted promptly. I called a cab and

told the driver to run his hoss at a friteful rate of speed to my lodgins, but it wasn't of no avale. I had orful

cramps, and my appytite left me, and my pults went down to 10 degrees below zero. But by careful nussin I

shall no doubt recover speedy, if the present sparklin and exileratin weather continners.

It's a sing'lar fack, but I never sot eyes on your excellent British Mooseum till the other day. I've sent a great

many peple there, as also to your genial Tower of London, however. It happened thusly: When one of my

excellent countrymen jest arrived in London would come and see me, and display a inclination to cling to me

too lengthy, thus showing a respect for me which I feel I do not deserve, I would sugjest a visit to the

Mooseum and Tower. The Mooseum would ockepy him a day at leest, and the Tower another. Thus I've

derived considerable peace and comfort from them noble edifisses, and I hope they will long continner to

grace your metroplis. There's my fren Col. Larkins, from Wisconsin, who I regret to say understands the

Jamaica question, and wants to talk with me about it; I sent him to the Tower four days ago, and he hasn't got

throogh with it yit. He likes it very much, and he writes me that he can't never thank me sufficient for directin

him to so interestin a bildin. I writ him not to mention it. The Col. says it is fortnit we live in a intellectooal

age which wouldn't countenance such infamus things as occurd in this Tower. I'm aware that it is fashin'ble to

compliment this age, but I ain't so clear that the Col. is altogether right. This is a very respectable age, but it's

pretty easily riled; and considerin upon how slight a provycation we who live in it go to cuttin each other's

throats, it may perhaps be doubted whether our intellecks is so much massiver than our ancestors' intellecks

I allus ride outside with the cabman. I am of humble parentage, but I have (if you will permit me to say so)

the spirit of the eagle, which chafes when shut up in a fourwheeler, and I feel much eagler when I'm in the

open air. So on the mornin on which I went to the Mooseum I lit a pipe, and callin a cab, I told the driver to

take me there as quick as his Arabian charger could go. The driver was under the inflooence of beer and

narrerly escaped runnin over a aged female in the match trade, whereupon I remonstratid with him. I said,

"That poor old woman may be the only mother of a young man like you." Then throwing considerable pathos

"That poor old woman may be the only mother of a young man like you. Then throwing considerable pathos

He said, "You lie!" I got down and called another cab, but said nothin to this driver about his parents.

The British Mooseum is a magnificent free show for the people. It is kept open for the benefit of all.

The humble costymonger, who traverses the busy streets with a cart containin all kinds of vegetables, such as

carrots, turnips, etc, and drawn by a spirited jackasshe can go to the Mooseum and reap benefits therefrom

"And this," I said, "is the British Mooseum! "These noble walls," I continnerd, punching them with my

umbreller to see if the masonry was all rightbut I wasn't allowd to finish my enthoosiastic remarks, for a

man with a gold band on his hat said, in a hash voice, that I must stop pokin the walls. I told him I would do

so by all means. "You see," I said, taking hold of the tassel which waved from the man's belt, and drawin him

close to me in a confidential way, "You see, I'm lookin round this Mooseum, and if I like it I shall buy it."

Instid of larfin hartily at these remarks, which was made in a goakin spirit, the man frowned darkly and

I first visited the stuffed animals, of which the gorillers interested me most. These simpleminded monsters

live in Afriky, and are believed to be human beins to a slight extent, altho' they are not allowed to vote. In

this department is one or two superior giraffes. I never woulded I were a bird, but I've sometimes wished I

was a giraffe, on account of the long distance from his mouth to his stummuck. Hence, if he loved beer, one

mugful would give him as much enjoyment while goin down, as forty mugfuls would ordinary persons. And

he wouldn't get intoxicated, which is a beastly way of amusin oneself, I must say. I like a little beer now and

then, and when the teetotallers inform us, as they frekently do, that it is vile stuff, and that even the swine

shrink from it, I say it only shows that the swine is a ass who don't know what's good; but to pour gin and

brandy down one's throat as freely as though it were fresh milk, is the most idiotic way of goin' to the devil

I enjoyed myself very much lookin at the Egyptian mummays, the Greek vasis, etc, but it occurd to me there

was rayther too many "Roman antiquitys of a uncertin date." Now, I like the British Mooseum, as I said

afore, but when I see a lot of erthen jugs and pots stuck up on shelves, and all "of a uncertin date," I'm at a

loss to 'zackly determin whether they are a thousand years old or was bought recent. I can cry like a child

over a jug one thousand years of age, especially if it is a Roman jug; but a jug of a uncertin date doesn't

overwhelm me with emotions. Jugs and pots of a uncertin age is doubtles vallyable property, but, like the

debentures of the London, Chatham, and Dover Railway, a man doesn't want too many of them.

I was debarred out of the great readinroom. A man told me I must apply by letter for admission, and that I

must get somebody to testify that I was respectable. I'm a little 'fraid I shan't get in there. Seein a elderly

gentleman, with a beneverlentlookin face near by, I venturd to ask him if he would certifythat I was

respectable. He said he certainly would not, but he would put me in charge of a policeman, if that would do

"Well," said a man, who had listened to my application, "you HAVE done it now! You stood some chance

I will get this infamus wretch's name before you go to press, so you can denounce him in the present number

The statute of Apollo is a pretty slick statute. A young yeoman seemed deeply imprest with it. He viewd it

with silent admiration. At home, in the beautiful rural districks where the daisy sweetly blooms, he would be

swearin in a horrible manner at his bullocks, and whacking 'em over the head with a hayfork; but here, in the

I told the attendant that if the British nation would stand the expens of a marble bust of myself, I would

He said it was hily prob'l, but he was inclined to think that the British nation wouldn't care to enrich the

Mooseum with a bust of me, altho' he venturd to think that if I paid for one myself it would be accepted

cheerfully by Madam Tussaud, who would give it a prom'nent position in her Chamber of Horrers. The

After visitin the Refreshment room and partakin of half a chicken "of a uncertin age," like the Roman

antiquitys I have previsly spoken of, I prepared to leave. As I passed through the animal room I observed with

pane that a benevolint person was urgin the stufft elephant to accept a cold muffin, but I did not feel called on

to remostrate with him, any more than I did with two young persons of diff'rent sexes who had retired behind

the Rynosserhoss to squeeze each other's hands. In fack, I rayther approved of the latter proceedin, for it

carrid me back to the sunny springtime of MY life. I'm in the shear and yeller leaf now, but I don't forgit the

time when to squeeze my Betsy's hand sent a thrill through me like fellin off the roof of a twostory house;

and I never squozed that gentle hand without wantin to do so some more, and feelin that it did me good.