Judge — July 5, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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est office in its gift, and what docs Mr. Beecher propose to do about it? Mr. Blaine is a statesman; Mr. Beecher is a clergyman; against the fair fame of both vile charges have b In Mr, Blaine’s case they have never tuken tangible form. N n say that n made, vile aspersions cast. man Blaine’s political life has ever been shown to be anything but pure and uv Beecher’s case the chars trial, vinced a majori guilty a out of the s ful. In Mr, ‘s culminated in a nd evidence w adduced which con- y of fair minds that he was However, he wriggled id resumed his position in his Brooklyn pulpit, and thence takes oc- casion to denounce Bliine on the grounds of impurity. Is this seemly? Is this cleri Christian? Shall the worn his sacred robes so carel: ha voice in condemnation of the man who bh walked through the dirty path of politics and come forth without a stain even upon the hem of his garment? Mr. Beecher would do well to take a back seat when records are called in question, for in this case the states- man will compare to overwhelming advan- tage with the clergyman. When men like Mr. Beecher and Mr, Schurz aud Mr, Curtis separate themselves from their fellows, and convene little meet- ings of their own, and withdraw themselves from the Republican party lest the purity of their immaculate robes should be sullied by any of the mud which themselves have been most industrious in flinging, it would be seemly to open their proceedings with prayer. ‘They have a chaplain ready to their hand in the Rev, Henry Ward Beecher, whos quence never failed him yet, and whose pro- found Scriptural knowledge will readily search out and expound the self-complacer of the worthy Pharisee, who thanked his God that he was not as other men were. Is this man who has sly that they e fairly trailed in the mire lift up his even clo The Street Brawls. “Auas!” exclaimed the somber-visuged graybeard, gazing meditatively at the gyra- tions of a couple of street-Arabs engaged in a rough-and-tumble straggle in front of his abode, ‘* ! what do I see before me; or rather, what do my elderly cyes behold? ‘I'wo young gentlemen, representing, let me trust, the flower of America—which is the pride of the universe—contesting with cach other in seemingly morchal combat; each of them evidently doing his uttermost to ad- y to that bourne from which the illustrious Bard of Avon—‘the ivine Williams,’ as the Frenchman styled sures us there is no return, Young gentlemen! let me implore you to desist. ‘The nation needs you—for coming wars!” —‘‘ I thought, warning from the young Ward, and never go Street.” FILIAL, ETC. Yes, that’s all right, governor, but you know such warnings are good only for three days—time up list week, r, you areer of near Wall TH we've had “ Biddy, was marke LIL have t could he was wi that black tell me he' “Tn tro’ “Well, me fellow great bargained “Sure money. “Bap cess to sthrivin’ to push to, at all at all gizing to the wax figure at the door for in- “Oh Biddy, let's out of this with our advertently jostling against him lives while we can. Sure it’s awful.” — “What's awful, ye omadhoun, and for “i Memory: why should we be gettin’ out till afther doesn’t it put the heart across in me to Ink Now from his head it knocks the sense, atit, And a man losin’ his hed, Come out He cannot keep out of the Of this Ltell'ye:now, And maudlin wit his tongue doth utter, “Sure they're all wax, ye poor soft- While bracing up against the fence. hearted Mike.” “Tvs all wan to me w they are. I’m Abit sad the p! tindher hearted as ye say, Biddy, token, they look like life. | instructive to see all thim crowned heds a jjers, but I’ve seen more than I ever Au’ yer fifty cents?” E JUDGE. THE PRESIDENTIAL PRIZE-FIGHT. A LITTLE LOGGY, BUT STILL IN THE RING. At the Eden Musce. where I n half as Come on now, I tell ye. And they departed, after profusely apolo- many broken heads. y iki y where are ye our fifty cents worth . [ tell ye, the fifty cints niver d or med that ‘ud pay me for what ogo through in my dhrames for Wurrasthru, luk at that will A youne man’s fancy in the spri Is suid to turn to thoughts of ma: He cuts a figure, gay and dashin To get some dudine on a str He takes a prom. upon the Complete togged out in new apparel, But stops to take, with Flynn & Carroll, A ball of the hardest stuff they have. ve an’ niver His beaver's been complete to see a fellow creature suffer, if two inches thick. An’ more be- Will you look at naygur there scowling at me an’ 8 wax?” th an I will.” thin, I’m wax meself, and they're creatures. It’s mighty purty and nd Have pity on him, lady fair, And sympathize with all his sorrow Men know, repentance comes to-morrow, Meaning to those who have been there. Iy a late trial at Washington there was one witness so regardless of his own reputa- tion, and the reputation of Washington witnesses in general, that he remembered a bit of truth and spoke it. He is to be over- hauled for unprofessional conduct. for, an’ I’m going, Biddy.” I’ve had me full value for my Divil recave the fair in ould Ireland comicbooks.com