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their own opinion of Mr. George William Curtis and the paper he edits. W extract from Harper's Weekly of September 2: 1871: Mr. Speaker Blaine has, in a brief letter to the Maine Standard, effectually extin- guished the slanderous imputations that have been put abroad of his having acquired a large fortune by means of his public posi- | tion at recent sper shington. His letter, like his the mark. Mr. Speaker Blaine is im the very prime of his powers. Although only ne year ce, he has had four years of service in the Legislature of Maine (two of which as Speaker), and eight years in Congress, and is now for the second time her of the House. made of the Kennchee Journal, and Portland Advertiser, Quring Feveral editorial work, was quite his political career, ion, thor ent and sof a ished as 3 his pro- b that the m that hay will still retsin him in publ Harper's Weekly, September Little Ah Sid. Little Ah Sid Was a Christian kid te little cuss, you'd declare— With eyes full of fun And hat begun Right up at the roots of bis hair Jolly and fat Was this frolicsome brat, As he played through the long summer day, And braided bis cue As bis father used to, In Chinaland, far, far away. Once o'er a lawn That Ah Sid played upon A bumble-bee flew in the spring; * Melican buttlefly with winking ey atchee and pull off um win Then with his cap Me struck ita rap— This innocent bumble-bee ~ And put its remains In the seat of his je For a pocket there had the Chince. Down on the Sat the litde In a style that was strangely demure, And said with a grin That was brimful of sin, * Me mashice um buttertly, sure.” Little Ab Sid Was only a kid, or could you expect him to guess What kind of a Ui He was holding In the fol “KRiyat Ans hurr Kiyipy iad cried, ws Rose ally up from that spot “Kiyal Yuk-akao! Dam un Melican man— Um buttertly belly much hot!" “1 course 0 PRESUME your sun went through a of classics at his college, Mrs. “PT dunno’ that, faix; but he wint throo’ wan iv the taychur'’s pockits the fusht day he got thare, the blaggard!” ch at Saratoga, is characterized | by a vigor and directness that go straight to | But the record he | years | achieved so much | THE JUDGE. jt | UREPUBLICAN i Hy | RPO MEN — hoe ) JG Brant Chef cascmer | I AU Wicsreaagettal AN OLD STORY WITH A NEW APPLICATION. Coor.— “ But we With what kind of sauce do you prefer to be eaten?” don't want to be eaten!” Coox.—" You are departing from the question.” Tales of My Grandmother. TALE NO. V My grandmother conceived the idea that her health would be largely benefited by sea voyage. So she made up her mind to to Europe. She took me partly, as she said, to enlarge my mind by travel, me safe under her own eye. sea, did grandma, and during the voyage poor Aunt Prissy had a rough time of itin more ways than one. dima was very il. She groaned all day and all night. She for- got that Aunt Prissy had strc opposed the scheme from the first, and constantly insisted that she was an undatiful, cru daughter and bad dragged her poor old mother from her comfortable home to watery grave. Aunt Prissy bore it all with her usual ealm forbearance. Twas not patient. When grandma told me she was ‘* homesick,” [ would + * No grand- ma, you are only sea-sick, half the folks on board are the same;” but truly, she was a pitiable object, stretched on her couch, her front hair on one side of her head, her trav- eling bonnet on the other, Martin utterly non compos, her favorite physician left far behind, and she, herself, at the mercy of that ‘* ignorant young sprout,” as she indig- nantly designated the ship's surgeon, I | shall never forget her unfeigned glee when we sighted land, and she was told that she could be on shore some hours sooner by stopping at Queenstown, Had it been Rob- ingon Crugve’s Island instead of Ireland, it would have made nu difference to gradia, It was of ne avail for Aunt Prissy to urze that she could not get further than Ire She hated the without again going ou board a ste: avail to represent that it was out of our pro- posed route; that we knew nothing of Ire- and or anybody there; that the country was disturbed by a state of semi-rebdellion or that our baggage would all be turned inside ont in search of dynamite and infernal ma- chines. Grandma would land, and land she did, The little tender came alongside, and we, our ba and about twelve other passengers and theirs, and the maila were popped off in less time than it takes to tell it, and in about an hour we were standing shivering on the shore of the E:nerald Isle. “Yer luggage isall safe, mam,” says an official from the **Queen’s Hotel.” “Go up to the house forenest you, where the light is bur and you'll pass the Customs, and the bus ‘Il take ve's up there.” Tt was midnight, which made the ‘ house where the lights were barnin’” more ap} rent. So thither we went; our baggage was the first to come, the last to go. It was carefully examined. Aunt Prisay's double- barrel scent . in the form of a pietol was detained, and my air-gun, The © bus’? had long departed, but an old woman who was selling shamrocks on the pier procured us a donkey and cart, which brought our luggage for the trifling charge of * sixpence for the boy’s time, sixpence for the bire of the ass, and sixpence for the wear and tare of tacklins,” for so the scale of charges was represented to us. When J add to that a sixpence to the ohl woman, and sixpence apiece to abont a dozen buss, that cach and all offered and insisted on showing us:the way to the hotel, | think I have mentioned the total cost of the transit from the Custom louse. We in seeking our downy Next) morning Aunt comicbooks.com