Judge — January 21, 1882 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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i | WHAT THE WORLD LOST. Tur. poet sought for jewels rich and vain, but int st ver, A heaven-born inspiral he Cwilight dim, of mad despair, ym came to him And Fancy shaped a sweet and tender song, So full of passion that the poet's name like an arrow, have been sped Until it pierced the pinnacle of Famet | long. He seized a pen and paper, but, before A precious word was writ, there did appear A friend of his —an artist, at the door Anil asked him out to havo a glass of beer. ‘Thus lost the world a gem, for, sad to say, When he returned at twelve o'clock that night ‘The masa, impatient at his long delay Had fled and left him powerless to write! MALCOLM DOUGLAS The Uppercrust Wedding. BY TARANTELLE. Mk. TRUNDLE Beppe is a very wealthy man, and he lives in one of the most sumptuous inansions in Pickalilly Row. He is still a hard-working old monopolist, who generally takes a quail and a small bottle of wine at | noon-time and eats seven courses at his seven o'clock dinner; but his heart frequently goes | out with a healthy longing for the unctuous ness that used to come from his calico-garbed mother’s iron pot of pickled pork and cabbage | in the charcoal-burning Jersey. In his boyhood, Mr. Trundle Bedde was known on the parish register as Willliam T. Bedde,-and his playmates called him hon- estly, ‘Bill Bedde.” When he — becam wealthy he dropped the William, and had cards engraved “Mr. Trundle Bedde.” He was married in an old-fashioned way, and only lost a half day from the charcoal camp. But his daughter was last year engaged to be married to Mr. Particolored Bugghes, a de scendant of the old Bug family which used to whitewash the palatial residences on the Bat- tery, and she wished that the wedding should not only be in style, but that just before the event there should be a notice of the event in the leading society journals. She made a | memorandum for, the old gentleman, and he. from his office in Put-and-Call street sent a messenger for a reporter of The Swell, The editor, not to be behind the times, sent the reporter. Old Trundle Bedde said: “Young man, this is secret. None of the Beddes had anything to do with this— understand. Begin by saying that by some roundabout means the reporter obtained this information, which will astonish the Beddes | as much as anybody. Refer to the antiquity of both families. ‘The young people are goin; to puta De in their names, and, of course, they are going tomake a double name of it, like Burdett-Coutts, and all that sort of thing. They will come out as the De Bedde-Bugghes. Now, one of your reporters, through a dis- tinguished lady who has been in Paris, has induced a distinguished lady saleswoman in Worth's distingue establishment to obtain a view of the frousseau. If you will go up to regions of New | with the | prices. ROUGIL ON PRIVATE VAN DIGGLEREN. Trane the house in Pickalilly Row, you can sce the | calvesliver-and-bacon color: pread ont on the beds and chairs, But you must bribe the coachman to bribe some: body to let you in. Twill see that none our folks are at home but the servants. As you are only a reporter you will have to deal ervants, but I'll sce that afterwards Mike has a pint of beer for you in the stable. If you can't go, why get a fashion magazine and a novel, and help them out with your im- agination. If you do it well, I'll give you enough to buy a half dozen on the half shell, Get in the word trousseau as often as you an, and don’t be an ass and print it trousers hat's what my daughter's memorandum say There are forty-five silk night-dresses, twenty dollars apiece. It says don't forget the lace: and they were all made abroad, and are th finest in the land. ‘Twelve clectro-plated cor- good sets, trimmed with Nottingham lace curtains, tcighteen dollars apiece. Five Persian seal paletots; nine black Russian enormous Fourteen dozen twelve-button boots, in the pota-feu colors. Sixty dozen Queen Anne shoes, in black and tan, at twenty do pair. Thirty pairs of shoes with Louis . heels, at fifteen dollars pair. A dozen silk stocking suspenders, with Spanish lace and in bobbing-for-cels style, at eight dollars the pair. Two dozen Mascotte ruffles, lace and pearls, at four dollars each. One hun- dred pairs of Angostura silk hose at three dollars a pair. Ten kid combination gar- ments, of the Oscar Wilde pattern, thirty dol- lars each, and in lavender, pink, ecru and | Bedile, Esq., to Mr. Particoiored Bu Say, boss, can't yer help a poor fellow along? Licas a sollier onct my Four sets of dinner teeth, three sets of breakfast tecth, and twelve sets of shopping tecth, in pearl and old gold, Two hundred yards of fine old Spanish moss, long in the family. Two hun- dred dozen pommes-de-terre handkerchiefs for breakfast use. One dress of sky-blue milk bro- cade, with Mayonnaise lace, with festoons of wild thyme, five hundred dollars, Twenty4n- dian scarfs in pussy-mieux colors. One white satin dress, embroideried with bugles and cornets, Fifty night-caps @ fa Santa Cruz, at five dollars each. A bride's t of bronze cloth, brocaded plush, witha bronze feather, on a navy plug hat. The jewels cost thirty thousand dollars, and are on exhibition t Gangrene, Envy & Co.'s. Now, my boy,” said old Trundle Bedde, ‘go up to Gangrene, Envy & Co.'s and get a list of things they would sell for presents, slap them right into the paper, make two columns, send three re- porters to the wedding, and, after the thing is all done, I'll send my office boy out with you some day to give you a plate of ham and eg; and a cup of coffee, Or if you've got any children, send them up to the stable, ater the wedding, and they can get a paper of pea- nuts, We want todo the square thing, for weddings in great families don’t happen every day. You can go now; I'm busy.” veling dress “Becaues—Bepe.—At the residence of the bride's parents, No. 23 Pickalilly Row, by the Rev. Philetus Taffy, D.D., assisted by the Rev. D. White Cravatte, D.D., Miss Molly Coddle Bede, daughter of Truddle comicbooks.com