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chock full includin all the old maids in the villige & the long hared fellers a4sed. When I went in I was salootid with “hear cums the benited man " hear cums the hory-heded unbeleever”_"hear cums the skoffer at trooth,” etsettery, etsettery. Sez I,

my frens, it's troo I'm hear, & now bring on your Sperrets.”

I of the long hared fellers riz up and sed he would state a few remarks. He sed man was a critter of intelleck & was movin on to a Gole. Sum men had bigger intellecks than other men had and thay wood git to the Gole the soonerest. Sum men was beests & wood never git into the Gole at all. He sed the Erth was materiel but man was immateriel, and hens man was different from the Erth. The Erth, continnered the speaker, resolves round on its own axeltree onct in 24 hours, but as man haint gut no axeltree he cant resolve. He sed the ethereal essunce of the koordinate branchis of superhuman natur becum mettymorfussed as man progrest in harmonial coexistunce & eventooally anty humanized theirselves & turned into reglar sperretuellers. [This was versifferusly applauded by the cumpany, and as I make it a pint to get along as pleasant as possible, I sung out "bully for you, old boy."]

The cumpany then drew round the table and the Sircle kommenst to go it. Thay axed me if thare was anbody in the Sperret land which I wood like to convarse with. I sed if Bill Tompkins, who was onct my partner in the show biznis, was sober, I should like to convarse with him a few periods.

“Is the Sperret of William Tompkins present ? " sed i of the long hared chaps, and there was three knox on the table. Sez I, “William, how goze it, Old Sweetness ?" Pretty ruff, old hoss,” he replide.

That was a pleasant way we had of addressin each other when he was in the flesh.

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“ Air you in the show biznis, William ?” sed I.

He sed he was. He sed he & John Bunyan was travelin with a side show in connection with Shakspere, Jonson & Co.'s Circus. He sed old Bun (meaning Mr. Bunyan) stired up the animils & ground the organ while he tended door. Occashunally Mr. Bunyan sung a comic song. The Circus was doin middlin well. Bill Shakspeer had made a grate hit with old Bob Ridley, and Ben Jonson was delitin the peple with his trooly grate ax of hossmanship without saddul or bridal. Thay was rehersin Dixey's Land & expected it would knock the peple.

Sez I, “William, my luvly frend, can you pay me that 13 dollars you owe me?” He sed no with one of the most tremenjis knox I ever experienced. The Sircle sed he had gone.

• Are

you gone, William?I axed. 'Rayther,” he replide, and I knowd it was no use to pursoo the subjeck furder.

I then called for my farther. “How's things, daddy?” “Middlin, my son, middlin.” “Ain't you proud of your orfurn boy?” “Scacely." “Why not, my parient ?" “Becawz you hav gone to writin for the noospapers, my

Bimeby you'll lose all your character for trooth and verrasserty. When I helpt you into the show biznis I told you to dignerfy that there profeshun. Litteratoor is low.”

He also statid that he was doin middlin well in the peanut biznis & liked it putty well, tho' the climit was rather warm.

When the Sircle stopt thay axed me what I thawt of it.

Sez I, "my friends I've bin into the show biznis now goin on 23 years. Theres a artikil in the Constitooshun of the United States which sez in effeck that everybody may think just as he darn pleases, & them is my sentiments to a

son.

hare. You dowtlis beleeve this Sperret doctrin while I think it is a little mixt. Just so soon as a man becums a reglar out & out Sperret rapper he leeves orf workin, lets his hare grow all over his fase & commensis spungin his livin out of other peple. He eats all the dickshunaries he can find & goze round chock full of big words, scarein the wimmin folks & little children & destroyin the peace of mind of evry famerlee he enters. He don't do nobody no good & is a cuss to society & a pirit on honest peple's corn beef barrils. Admittin all you say abowt the doctrin to be troo, I must say the reglar perfessional Sperret rappersthem as makes a biznis on it-air abowt the most ornery set of cusses I ever enkountered in my life. So sayin I put on my surtoot and went home.

Respectably Yures,

ARTEMUS WARD.

POETRY AND THE POET.

[A SONNET.]

to

(Found on the Poet's desk.) WEARY, I open wide the antique pane

I ope to the air I

ope I open to the air the antique pane And gaze

the thrift-sown field of wheat, across

] A-shimmering green in breezes born of heat; And lo! And high

ra?) And my soul's

eyes
behold
(the)

billowy main Whose farther shore is Greece

strain again

vain [Arcadia--mythological allusion.—Mem.: Lemprière.]

I see thee, Atalanta, vestal fleet,
And look! with doves low-fluttering round her feet,

[fields of ?) Comes Venus through the golden

{ "bowing?} grain

.

(Heard by the Poet's neighbour.) Venus be bothered--it's Virginia Dix !

(Found on the Poet's door.)

Out on important business-back at 6.

H. C. Bunner.

A NEW SYSTEM OF ENGLISH GRAMMAR.

I HAVE often thought that the adjectives of the English

language were not sufficiently definite for the purposes of description.

They have but three degrees of comparison—a very insufficient number, certainly, when we consider that they are to be applied to a thousand objects, which, though of the same general class or quality, differ from each other by a thousand different shades or degrees of the same peculiarity. Thus, though there are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, all of which must, from the nature of things, differ from each other in the matter of climate, we have but half-a-dozen expressions to convey to one another our ideas of this inequality. We say—“It is a fine day;" “It is a very fine day;” “It is the finest day we have seen;" or, “It is an unpleasant day;" "A very unpleasant day;" "The most unpleasant day we ever saw."

But it is plain that none of these expressions give an exact idea of the nature of the day; and the two superlative expressions are generally untrue. I once heard a gentleman remark, on a rainy, snowy, windy, and in the ordinary English language) indescribable day, that it was "most preposterous weather.” He came nearer to giving a correct idea of it than he could have done by any ordinary mode of expression ; but his description was not sufficiently definite.

Again :-we say of a lady—“She is beautiful;" "She is very beautiful;” or “She is perfectly beautiful;” descriptions which, to one who never saw her, are no descriptions at all, for among thousands of women he has seen, probably no two are equally beautiful; and as to a perfectly beautiful woman, he knows that no such being was ever created

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