Judge — May 9, 1885 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE LITTLE SPRING BONNET. Ir was a new spring bo With dainty feather It was Parot’s designin; But it hadn't any linio; Entranced 1 It was so very pretty and so It had the sweetest * But when I made a With a view to try m; ‘The dainty peach: And [found th With the fu ready had an own The Semi-Frenchman in Politics. PRESHEMILQUE'S VIEWS OF THE FRESH ADMINIS: TRATION, You shall pardon me, my friend, that I continue not to address to youin the charm- ing language of France. ~ When it concern itself of the love, of the glory—the much more, when it concerns of the—of that which the mocking idiom of the English de- scribe to be the tattle-tittle the little beer of the society—indeed it is very well in. the French. “But, oh, my friend! when one de- scribes of the politics of this republique, so so giant and ala profound, one flies all im- mediately to express him in the musculous | language of the Saxon-Anglo’s which, in this country here, the sublime literatures of a Lord Bryant, and Artful Ward, a Highfellow, a Sameox, a Hosannah Biglow, and an Oliver Wendells have clevate aloft It is not but with a difficulty that I fail to hear with all the correctness when one of the Ameri peak the almost rugged words of his language to the ear, yet but [ flatter me that in holding the English pen it is with a purity of which the native people may not but admire, for behold that which my friend of the bosem, M. Mackhowly, in speaking with great confidence say to m “My dear Freshemilque, without making odious comparisons that might hurt the feel- ings of Samrandal, I must own that you handle our mother tongue with all the un- tutored grace of a Pennsylvania Dutchman.” It is here to remark that Mack (one so names him in the happy idiom of the Snglish) every peak but in the gentle cent of trut 1 ever with a noble proud- ness scorn that which isof flattering, or better to say as do here they say, “* I'll sce you con- damned before he shall’ lay me on’ the soft soap.” In the middle of all your pleasures of Paris you will yet not be able to have forgot how, in a past letter [ inform you how the citizen ballot-boxers of Wabash shocked themselves in reading how the therebefore so much populae Blaine de Maine raised himself not fore 9 o'clock of the morning and bathed him whithin the doors; while that the other Governor M. Grover break forth at_ the first point de jour [burst of daylight] and roll him up the shirt arms and wash but only the hands and face at the town-pump, and wipe him off at the towel of the bar-room; and how, for that there, the great New York carried him, the Governor, to Washington, and salute him for President; and of further how M. Blaine de Maine, stoop not to barri- on it, In the litle milliner's window on Main Street And the bonnet didn’t strike m When next I saw that bonnet, zexl upon it, Of heaven's own designing, And I vowed I'd wen that bonnet or 'd—die, n lining turn THE onnet complete. “fly ces, chances, cade him the stree nd make to sound the tocsin (one here call it to “ raise a row”) but of the other hand hecome to Whitehouse and embrace M. Grover, which, with a great ssment and with the water in the eyes, 1M. Blaine de Maine (who of 80 quite d been to him a rival) that bh J not on the ceremony but shall pa the Cabinet and be for him his Genet the Post Masters, or Minister of the Marine —which here, if T deceive not, one call him the Secretary of the Marines. Ah, this spectacle touching of a concord which alone one beholds inside these Americans! Should not this, my friend, with shame blush the | cheek of our alas so otherwise French men of politics. But that which everyday of more and more one strikes with an astonishment agrecable around Whitehouse, it is that I know not of what of an air of nature, of the nature “pur et simple,” as says our Saint Pierre, which, if I have no mistake, they callthe “* Simpleso- nian *Jeffericity of our fathers, and the which flies far from that magnificence to which you of luxurious Paris would in smiling with mockery turn up the nose if M. Grevy and his Cabinet should blacken them each morn- ing by the light electric his own shoes on the steps of the Luxembourg, while that Me: dames their wife should bathe them their linen of the husbands [ridelict: wash him the shirt. Ep.] at the ain of the Innocents, But it is not here, one thousand times no, that the virtue of the Whitehouse make an end or, as said my friend of New York, the Colonel Wagouhorse ** not par an damsite!” One informs me that in this so Demoeri Whitehousehold, which no royal guard of the body surround, M. Grover have dismissed with ignominy the haughty steeds and the | steeds and the carriages of which itis retained but one modest mule for the emergent occasions, as when one would fetch him quickly the doctor in the night or when the ministers are in haste summoned to the Chambers of Congress—and for whom M. de Manning the Minster of Financie takes in hand his plugged hat and scoop him from the Treasury U.S. 164 grains of oats, which the Minister of War shall furnish to trans- port with his own hands on the wheelbarrow venerable of the Andyjackson’s parents to the fence corner where the mule find himself sheltered—him the General of the Attorneys shall pursue, that he the Minister of War shall not himself, for his private use, be guilty to eat thereof of the oat | that M. Grover himself shall with gentleness | sneak after the back of the both, when of ic in the meantime | The elite of the Hub claim to be the Boss ton. Miss Esty Davis, of North Carolina, having been refused admission to the Bur, was desperate enough to at- tempt to drown herself. Foolish. — Why doesn’t she come to New York and try the | side door on Sunday. A Mvawear paper laments that Cleveland if inclined to “take bad advice.” Tir Juve is not to blame. It has been instant in season and out of season in warning him against listening to Mugwump cranks. sudden he shall hold them their jaws, and if he find there in the teeth but one lonesome grains of oats branded with a “U. S.,” he shall with his own hands place them under the terrible American Constitution and im- pene them their heads off! And if it shall happen, of occasion, that the mule ghall feel him the appetite too crowd in the interior for the last of the 150 grains, this grain it is forbid that it remain in the private hat of M. de Manning, but shall be ‘‘ cover into the sury.” If not, not even the mule shall himself to be curried with the investiga- tio But it is only in a next letter, my friend, that one can make justice to one’s regard of this new Administration of which it is the Colonel Wagonhorse that say it shall “*knock these black Republicans so high that the crows will have time to build nests in their wool before they come down; and is bound tomake the hair fly abou: Washington till y find the Department filled with the ba headed lot that ever sung small since and Abel’s grandmother was a baby,” and then the Colonel he turn him to me and con- tinue, in slapping me the back with great earnest and inquiring me for a chawtobacco, “and don’t you forgettez pas that Grove is the garcon io handler le ax, mon monkey- nosed Frenchy.” But my friend, that of which I have wrote shall be sufficiently enough in the present. With sentiments of the most friendly I rest all day, your FRESH EMILQUE, Since the compound, comminuted frac- ture of the vertebral column of Old IHiems, the denizens of the Park benches are the idle of the hour, “The Duchess of is very much distr between Russia and E: comicbooks.com