Judge — December 1, 1883 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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NOT EXACTLY THE At the Opera. [Iurratios is the sincerest form of flattery— inferred that Owen Mere * Aux Italiens” st though it is not to be dith’s nis in need of flattery Every seat in the h filled. Wi Within, all warm and bright hout, the frost] breezes chi The parterre was one gigantic lower, Lavish and Iw orthern spring, Culled for the heroine of the h For the favorite was to sin 1 And I sat close to the stage—alone My place wa 1 had had So I sat and drank in Of the sweet soprano voice. y choice: ery tone There was loud applause and freque And L applauded; my heart was light And T little thonght « musical pause Would alter my fate that night— { applause, But T turn Across the crowds And, throned in her by I met the 1 looked, as th al th x, i sof my wife— music ceased, auty rife queen at a feast, And I felt at that moment I loved her still. She was pensive, but very fair to se And I could not credit the whispers of ill That had sundered her and me. Was it too late to undo the past— To lay forever the ghost Remorse? Had not the Judges pronounced too fast The ominous word “divorce?” ARTICLE NEEDED. She was fair and pette And wrong must ever ¢ andl th When it said it was best we part and very young; from th world w heart Her heart w ne, wre T turned again as the mus The was dim wi And the feeblecandle Amina held Was the brightest «pot in sight swelled. 1 mysterious light And the light in my heart was burnin stepped on the trembling plank “Twas a gruesome chasm to pass, T ween, evelled locks— ing to that which stretched between Me and that distant box. In her robe de nuit and di But not T turned and looked as I framed the thought— Who says an impulse is never wi For, looking out of that box, I caught My wife's soft violet eyes. T cannot tell what her glances said— T cannot tell what my own replied: But that moment spun a gossamer thread Whereon I crossed to her side. The fair Sonnambula on her pla Has doubtless crossed—but T cannot see, For the wild applause spreads from rank to rank, And it all seems meant for mi For have I not crossed on a frailer plank, ‘The gossamer hi of a mutual glance? And now my life is no blank, And the future is all romance. he loud of my life ©. Ht. sessor. ~ | They mumble A Leaf from Mrs. Squizzle's Journal. ALLY Mari and I are yet in this ¢ city, and likely to be, for some time to eur for we haven't the wherewith to get out of i Squizzle went home mad because we didn’t go with him; so I kan’t effect a sent from him, tho “he might” sell a few bareills of pertaters apills, and send me the pr seeds. It’s embarusing, to say the leste, to be here without monn: ad if T don’t lift from some of the milli es to whom I've applide for help, 1 shall open a select boreding house, and let Sally Mari run the msarne, while I deliver a kourse of leckters on the extray s of the age, or appropriate subject, ly Mari was so sot on going to the Meterpollytan Opera on opening nite, that I pawned my gold watch and best silk um- bre the tick wherewith te do it. I kan a grate disappintment to us both Sembrick voi ne may be a brick far ast skres subleyou, who. sartainly was a trouble to early bust the ‘lrums my eres. ushman—or body else, took i it left my pockets empty as a licker jug after Squizzle has had a spr You may bet we were uprore ended, and we were let into the strete gin. T looked in the papurs the next morning, tosee how the perlicemen managed to git the skreechin kritters out of the house with- out damuging the new building; but imagine my surprise, when everywhere I red the most flatterin accounts of the perfomans. Some of the lyin papers went so far as to kul it grand. Sally Mari says it was a grand hellybellow, I reckon she’s abont rite. and mix r words worse than a hethen Chinee. either of us kould understand , the hull long evening; and [told one of the pushers that showde us our setes, that I was goin to git up and re- quest ‘em to speke plainer, but he wouldn't ‘allow it. [told him “I was ackustumed to speke in meting up in Bobbletown, and I guessed T could do the same in New York Citty; it was a free counthry as yet?” But | he kept his hand on my shoulder to keep me from risin, till the krit got tired of howl- | ine and the sho was over. . I sh: her f0¢ her;” then t and if they don’t use it here in New York, they will in Bobbletown; for they a litterar: kommunity, not fur from Boston, and they kno what is what. Havin nuthin else to d pony brote round, und she sturted for a ride | in Central Park. She looked jest lovely.in her krushed strawberry ha if Ido say it. | The moment she struck the bridle path sh was the senter of attraction, All went well till the kar whistle skrecched—then the pony | gave aside plunge and a stiff-legged jump, and up went Sally Mari like a balloon; when she pwn she was set flat into sum shrubery; her riding habit was torn into fragments, and her senses shuck kompletel out of her. When she kum tu, sez she, ** 1 | gess that ele rode’ll have to. pay sum thing fur the whistle that skeerd my pon | Sez I, “Do you think your bones are | rite an article for the pape Thad Sally Mari’s I don’t kno about that; I’m inin fur heavy damiges. You go ‘fara docter, and I'll sit jist as that pony throde Kant you walk!" sez I. comicbooks.com