Judge — August 1, 1885 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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head ts tilled with cireus id slide jist rumble er little un de bass-drum, an’ w aby Cup.” Pat's Poetic Interpretation. * Papa,” lisped a sweet girl graduate to her Milesian-matter-of- fact parent, ‘Isn't this a lovely inspiration I have just got for the first line of a poem?” ““Arrah, phot is it, gerrel?”” asked the father. * Old Day lies dead upon the bicr of night,” she effused. * Yerra!” exclaimed the father, leaping to his fe n surpri “Ts it ould Day, the tinker? Musha, thin, sorra dhrop iv beer had he the viv whin Oi saw himlasht night, Begorra! Oi'll shtep out to the wake fur afoile now. Daughter faints, the mus Our Genius at its Best. The intellect of New York does not show itself to great ad- in its poetry, which is the poetry of the parrot and the ‘ock. or in the dolorous vibrations of the commercial which we call our daily paper But if you wish to see New York intellect in its splendor, go to Island. The thousand appliancies of genuis to extract five cents from 'y spectator show an invention that puts Fielding and Shakes- peare to the blush. VISCOUNT T, DE MAILLION, | ction-bills, J— Vw tien, Jimmy, wren 1 begin ter en yer sce me strike der blankil, give er | aske 5 Lines that Caused His Fishing-Trip to be Postponed. n going a fishing, or two,” he said at the breakfast table, you may expect me back—well, when I get here, say #4 Hava you got your lines day 2” she quietly No; Bush looks to the tackle; so I'll have no bother.” “You might take these with dear,” she said, passing him a sheet of a paper. are headed, ‘Lines to Emma Mine,’ and Emma’s not my name, ” and her lips compressed and her eyes fille Me laughed with much unction, and 5 , you've been fishing in my pockets, my nd I furnished the lines, it appears.” ‘Then he tried to explain about the lines ferring to the ‘Emma Mine,” and that them from a paper; but it e and simple. She gave of sobbing, refusing to be | comforted, and the upshot was the postp ment of the fishing trip for three day the expiration of which time she seemed to understand the matter of the ‘Emma | | uy my Mine” business and consented to his going a-fishing. \| SS THE BLA An Eloquent Brave. | alone is | of all the novelist As a statesman, ro Stanley has passed. ‘* il) sectional feelin Marcus ( nisi bonum;” dead tues. With’snch a name who could fail to be eloquent and brave? ‘The deceased was both. I ; we shall confine ourselves to his vir- | was simple and effecti words, for Modesty at an early age thrust | Fulvia’s bodkin through his tongue. | public peace and Stanley, in his ‘tripartite agreement” | ‘Though neither part with Morality, mainly appears upon our stage as the guardian of private reputations, | were alwa ays with the of public harmony, and of the wheel of for-| was a Briton, and natural yet his worst enemy never charged him with A distinguished journalist, it was often scattering British gold among us to bribe us his good fortune to be able to show men gal- | to support his ruinous principles. tune. leys containing libels on them, which his in-| Stanley was also fluence would enable him to suppress, Their | gentle game in wh grectnds took a large and agre do not pick the bones of the | the happiest public results, When party spirit ran high and men’s blood was up, he and s friend Tweed applied the lee h ping-glass to both parties with an even hand. is eloquence spoke in deeds rather than In this way all superfluous caloric was re- moved, reflection sticceeded anger, and the of Stanley, his sympathies, we regret to say, h the gig, the horse, the ble form. | straddle and other fantasies figur lis income from this benevolent source! known by the shrewd name of Asa policy sport, Stanley was much more loved by ‘those who won than by | 8, which, as any one familiar with the game | | y accounts for his few enemies When he arrived at the point where two ds meet, we all of us hoped for the best; yet such is the uncertainty of the ‘ unsav- ing merit” of even the most virtuous, that few of his best friends dared exclaim with || perfect confidence, ‘ On, Stanley, ont” | VISCOUNT T. A coxcerN in Brooklyn, detected in col- | oring pickles with arseni puts in a defence are coined exclusively for South ern cirealation, Some people seem to think that a waterm) comicbooks.com