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leaves this question to the wisdom of Co Finally, trol of the tel lot the Government assume’ ¢ uph system of the country. Tae depot 1 this question so often andl exhaust strike last ne ury tog ively during th summer, that he doe ain, [ti appoint the subject. of o over the ground a aclear duty of Congress to a com. mittee to inquire into With thes Jvpar wishes the few w advic Forty useful and in the least expect to see any of his sugges- tions followed; bu has eased his con. nd the towards the millenium, by making them, shown country a short cut CARL SCHURZ. Mu. Schurz re don—Herr Carl ning Post. he era of m has been too much for him. ‘ © is cheap nothing cheap about The Post has been and eminently respectable Carl—noth heavy. und * best all exp his regin the itor, Jearnes It w people” will mis and pompous verbos a paper that suited many, was itseditor, Vale Carl! receive you with n ity of its ¢ ind May your ermany ms, tend such a welcome a May the lager and the pretzels fall in st hed. May they ereet a bank of the Rhine, in his honor, it life-like, May—bnt lang Carl Schurz! New York bids thee and an alfec gifted son rves. r flow in rivers, ble ue on the other wers on his n a tearful © farewell, Gone, but Not Forgotten. He wa utle, bashful looking m: With features kindly and benevole And when he ke, his soft. voice seemed to charm, ike music's rich mellifluous sounds, Which stir the soul and thrill with ecstasy. He sat besid While boundin And talked so ¢ ‘Transcendant t Of Shake are, die Kent's Queen; Till faney weaved her mystic spell: And charmed with richest draughts of the sublime. My soul was wafted to enchanted realms. How sad i felt, when with a friendly grasp, i my hand and softly said adieu, ished from my the iron plain, rmingly of things divine, uuty, and the poet's theme: Bryant, Byron’s master: Shelly, and Spencer's Sooin ¥ My Let shed all my dreams poetical, gold chronometer h ‘anished, too. me but meet that smogth-tongued chap again; And by the gods he shall feel the poetic Of a substantial pair of No. twelves. ©. JONES. period of the | not think it Linany of New York's | Carl Sehurz | (best hold is rel | port. si¢ Mrs. Brown—Why, Mr. B.—And 0 he is; The Country. suntry for fresh vice will surely the freshest. thing there. is fresh—except the meat—that rel five times out of six. gall this freshness there is nothing so fresh as the tryman himself. Hi: and polities, If you have never spent an evening in a back country grocery store, you don't know the real power that keeps this ourn on the whirl. Lam not criticizing class that I know nothing of, like Mr. | Arnold, who is now raking in the half dol- lars of this blasted benighted country of a superior one among boy Rake and when you go home give us the il hecause our bloody dollars are only th ninety-two cents.” But I was at the the real, rural, nice, delightful . Countrymen are all T have said; but if’ you expect to find the | fresh, vou are going to get left, ship-load of salt th a bad list to ‘the A in this ocean of freshness. She giving parties. T went to one, and that is why I am writin i ** Post-office,” Road to Rome, her kissing games. And ihen we bad | apples, cider, doughnuts and hic nu While we were feasting * sister Pearl ” (full name *‘ Pearly Wave ”) sang “The Bridge.” “Sister Pearl” has a beautiful voice that can call the men to din- ner when they are too far away to hear the fish horn. T ate on little suspecting the horrors that were to come from it. There is only one thing about that party that I remember with pleasure; I walked home with the prettiest delights I thought Washington was dead. he died before the Centennial, Mus, B.—Wy, [see here in the paper a heading, * reneral Washington Dispatches.” » neighborhood, and kissed her happy when T went to bed T There was no sweet dram: irst thing I saw was two big apples with doughnuts for glove 1 heard’ er for Baldwin; stich eries as knock him into pumacy ] there came a shower of hickory nuts t broke up the fight like awoke, and walke with the worst attack of dyspepsia I ever had. Vistons of hickory nuts, Haunted my sleep till T was alme And I vowed ne ae Spwarp Looxey, who has for some time 1a horse-chestnut in his pocket asa rt disease, is thought to be i subject of hearts, and is advised, if the horse-chestnut Is, to keep from the society of the Brook- girls. Poice Commissioner Jourdan has sud- denly become a great admirer of Mayor Low. —Morning Journal. This shows he is getting ‘* Low” taste. in his EX-CONGRESSMAN Bliss has not retired from politics, as some of the opposite par had hoped. After the next election they may find Bliss in office, and only be sur- prised at their ignorance, which in this instance is not bliss. Waar piece of armor does that. talking quadruped of B n’s remind you of? A cuirass—(queer a Patent applied for. comicbooks.com