Judge — November 10, 1888 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE POLITICIAN’S LAMENT. HE SKY has lost its sunlight, ‘The earth has lost its bloom, The sea has ceased to sparkle And the air is full of gloom. ‘The trees have lost their verdure, And the glory of the field Is sunk in waves of grayness ; n the fate of birds is sealed. The wind soughs through the branches With a weird and solemn moan, But the saddest, dreariest fact is ‘That election “soap” has flown, “1 don't. miss my church as much as you would suppose, for 1 make Janet sit at the window Sunday morning and tell me just who are going by and how they are dressed.” HUM OF THE COURT. WHEN A theatrical manager advertises for # ballet of a certain hei; every tall girl applies for a place because she is not only that but a great deal more than that. THE SURPLUS was given to the Democratic by the Republican party. and the latter is as mad about it as if it had found another man’s A PAPER has the heading “Two Vessels Go Down a Reporter's money in its otherwise empty pocket. Imagination.” Good gracious! ‘They will never come up in this HERE IS a theory in London that the apparently murdered women — world, and what a dreadful loss of life there must have been. of the Whitechapel district committed suicide. It is entertained by the police and the Scotland-yard detectives. e INTEREST. WOMAN'S FI was recently picked up on a street in Chicago. . ALGE! E TWATER of Tuxedo attended the ‘This habit of dropping fingers around is quite improper and must theatre the c 1 he sends us the foliowing description be stopped. Wh: lost finger might have a diamond on it. with crab-apple-blossom perfume and red-wax trimmings. His postscript to the ef- fect that we are at liberty to h the screed just misses for instead of feel- at liberty" after read- ing it we feel as if we were in jail. But here it is, with our sighs, groans and oaths between the lines: My dear magistrate "TL went to see Coquelin and Hading last night, and thinking that you might like toknowthe impression which they madeévon one who b of an ancestry second to none in America $0 far as appre- ciation of merit is concerned T venture to jot down my feeling in the matter and en- close it to you. “Twill say in passing that my grandfather on my fa- rick Derwentwater of Mulgrove d_ around-the-pike-road from Helford-hos ire, England, was one of the most profound se a p-thinkers of his day, and my father, Corningham Derwentwater, esq.. of Bartow-bi e-sea-and-aw Long-Island, inherited to a great extent the acumen and ability of his sire. As for myself, T trust that you will allow me to say in the most modest HE GAINED NOTHING BY GOING. and unegotistical manner that the family has not degen- : erated “Sincerely yours, MAJOR (twho has been very intent for some thirty minutes past upon contriving LGERNON DERW! *1—aw—will you excuse me a moment, Mrs, Wabash?” My tie seems to be ai You will excuse me for not devoting more space Rs fertainly, major, certainly! May I trouble you for an ice when you to Mr, Coquelin and Miss Hading, but Iam afraid my return ? letter is already too long.