Judge — July 24, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Cul ae Judge’s Charge. Let us be just in our judgment of Cora Pearl. Now that she has consented to die, and in fact has successfully consummated the act, it must be admitted that there was some- thing good, and perhaps even generous, in her monstrous depravity. Ben Butler passed through the park from Broadway near Murray street to the court house the other day, and everybody who saw him knew his countenance and smiled. The smile went from one face to another as natural- ly as if the wearers knew what it meant. No word was spoken, but there was a half sus- picion that a good joke had taken to itself bodily form and deserved recognition. The smile was by no means one of derision—every- body respects the old man’s brightness as well as his eccentricity; but on the other hand it was not the smile of deference or entirely of re- spect. Perhaps it was a mute expression of wonder that a man of so much brain could be a mugwump and have at the same time the contempt for the regulation kind of mug- wump that Butler does, The court will not attempt to define this peculiar and nearly uni- versal agitation of countenance; but the ques- tion is worth considering—why does everybody smile when he catches a side glance of Ben Butler? Next day Roscoe Conkling stood up in the court house for one of his finest oratorical ef- forts, and the smile of recognition with which he was grected bespoke entire respect and ad- ration. Here was an all-prevailing, wide- spread smile that was worth having ; but if the man who won it were torun for president onan independent ticket he would probably get less votesthan Butler got in '84. Smiles are curious th Perhaps the smile of the confiding public bespeaks a remarkably ac- curate knowledge of the ability that is in its proper place and of the same biessing when it is out of place and persistently advertises itself a misfit. Convict Ward tells what a bad man Convict Fish is, just as the latter tells what a bad man the formeris;and as there is no very good reason why either should lie there is doubtless a great of truth in the declarations of both. It is pleasant to observe, morever, that both are contented with theirlot. The publicis equally contented with it, so that there is considerable happiness all around. But Receiver Davies and Warner and Work hold on to all that money yet. : Colone] Corkhill took pains to show, in an- swer to a report with respect to the corse- quences of Guiteau’s dying curse, that themen who assisted in getting Guiteau hanged were JUDGE. doing quite as well as could be expected, and a few days thereafter it was announced that Corkhill had met with sudden death. It seems curious; but after all very little faith, the court solemnly assures the jury, can be placed in the proposition that the Almi; is going to change his plans cither to gra or indorse the curse of a bad man—or of ‘a tolerably good one for that matter. Walt Whitman goes to Canada for his vaca- tion, Let us hope that while there he will write a poem and have it distributed broadcast throughout the country. The spectacle of those Canadians pouring over that poem and trying to make out what it means would go far toward bringing us satisfaction for the fisheries business; and there must be something of that |kind soon to save us from death through the slow process of humiliation. Our Bayard is Jof no consequence, but may heaven preserve jour Whitman. the north balance pretty wetl. New London, Mo., presents a duel between a father and son in which twenty shots were fired, nine of which took effect; and Kawkawlin, Mich., re- ports the pelting with eggs of a Mrs. Wixom by about a hundred persons of Mrs. Wixom’s sex. Perhaps New England can continue to congratulate herself on her superiority; yet the number of her divorces is remarkably large, and the Rev. Joseph Cook creates as much melancholy and general hopelessness by his amazing sermons as ever before. BETWEEN CASES. The colored plate ‘Yellow Roses” sent out by the Art Amateur for July is worthy of the publication to which it belongs, and we could offer it no higher compliment. “Human Natur’,” by “Joel Sloper,” ex- hibits in condensed form a large variety of that material, ‘The book is from the Knickerbocker Book company, and its papers are lightenough to suit the laziest reader. by “Hildreth” from the press of J. 9. Ogilvie & Co. Theopening paragraph reads, * It is not intended to advise against marriage,” accordingly we feel safe in saying that it is not Reports as to the culture of the south and|_ “Don't Marry” is the title of a little book | An English swallow, what its title assumes it to be and may there- fore be safely circulated. “How to be Witty” is very simply told by Irwin Longman in a little book with that title sent out by Brentano Brothers. The examples furnished areamusing whether the information is valuable or not. Wit is for the most part a matter of accident, and if a man goes to work to produce accident he is not a wit to begin with. The Cincinnati Graphic News announces picture of the Hon. William Nye, with poctry thereupon by James Whitcomb Riley. Mr. Riley has the requisite imagination to make William real pretty from all points of view, |and his recent association with William proba- bly enables him to have the requisite conscience too. PRECEDENTS CITED. It is probably true that Henry Watterson finds nothing to admire in Cleveland. What, |for instance, does Cleveland know about poker ¢ The editor of the Norristown Herald says he is confronted with another horrible possibility. Dear, dear! Let us hope that he won't get more than five years for it this time. The scorned coquette NOT ENTIRELY FAMILIAR WITH HIS McCuincny (taking his first bath}—“ Hoy-hi out.” kim in, wan o' yous fellers : outside there! There bees a hole in th’ toob an’ th’ wather ‘safther lakin'|™ust make our articles sUARoUND RES often wonders why her heart does not break, while in reality she has no heart to break. It is rumored that John McLean will buy the Jerusalem Advo- cate—a natural result, perhaps, of the rumor that he was about to assume the manage- ment of the Harlem Gazette and the Amer- ican tract society. The Buffalo Express discusses truth in jour nalism, and in the very next paragraph says, “The saloons may be festive inside—as to that we cannot say.” Asthe Kentucky editor once remarked to his staff, ‘* Gentlemen, we consist.” comicbooks.com