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182 with a Yale latch-key.* But there are other means to the end; other physical means. However, Statenislander Jinks was not up to means of this sort. He measured only a few inches around the chest, and his legs were meré dreams. He had often coveted the colossal calves of men of an inferior lineage. His ears were not bad; but what can a man do with his ears? No. As an organization, he was mental. Not very; but his mind was definitely superior to his legs. Naturally, he would turn to a mental outlet for his impulse to do. _In point of fact, he was yield- ing to the pressure of Nature, mentally, at the time of our concern with him, He rose and paced rapidly back and forth. He perpetually clasped and unclasped his hands. His brow was lined with as many of the wrinkles of thought as there was room for. His eyes moved, and were filled with an expression in conformity with these other appearances. Occasionally, his breast was de- livered of a minute sigh. It was evident. that his mental workings were going on with great violence. They continued for as much as half an hour. ‘Then he threw up his small, white hands, laughed, put on his overcoat and hat, and went out. He had made up his mind. ‘That was what he had been trying to do. That was the means he took to carry out the idea elaborated by Geethe from the Persian maxim and the North German Reader. He made up his mind every day when he was in health. On this occasion, he had made up his mind to go out. If he had happened to be out, he would have made it up to come in. The club seemed sweeter to him afterward. The Long While of life was dispelled. Peace settled upon him, and his soup tasted good—for he had sweated before he ate. E. D. Beacn. THE DUDE. Mutatis Mutandis. In the false glare The times allow To modern life He shuns the strife, With bang on brow And parted hair. NLY a Dude, A kind of bird With quiet plume Soft lights illume, A heart unstirred, A mien subdued. To softly glide In long, close gown, High fashion’s priest, Without the least Faint smile or frown, Is all his pride. The pomp of lace And silken hose, And powdered tress, The courtly dress, The wit that flows, The old time grace. All vanished now ; Joyous, bright hued, The courtiers pass ; To leave, alas, The pensive Dude With bang on brow. CP. * See Asop’s fable of the Mosquito on the fence, that said to he passing Elephant ; ‘Look out! I'm going to kick.” -depth of water will allow, A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION. Lonpon, April 11th, 1883. Editor of Live: I noticed in your last issue that you gave the credit of * A Rus- sian Honeymoon " to Scribe. Now Scribe stole Ais play La Lune de Miel, bodily from my play, THE HonrYMOON, Please give me the credit at once. Yours frantically, James Tosin, In the hurry of the moment we quit overlooked your really just claim as original author and * * (Another letter has just come. It may contain addi- tional news,—£d. LiFe, STRATFORD-ON-AVON, April 12th, 1883. Certainly, Mr. Tobin. re d 5 Editor of Lire: The N. Y. Herald states that Scribe's play, La Lune de Miel, was taken from Tobin’s play, ‘* The Honeymoon.” All flesh’ are grass. Tobin stole his play from my comedy Taming a Shrew. Enclosed please find a guarantee of good faith. Yours hum Wy WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, MAG of course, William. We will be delighted to set you to rights before the public, and give you proper credit for your really beautiful and original * * * * Hetto! (An- other letter has just slid in.}—Z¢. Lire. MADISON SQUARE, Editor of Lire: April 14th, 1883. Will you kindly oblige by publishing in your columns the truth? The play at present on the boards of this theatre was re- written by meso that no author could recognize it. I re-wrote Charlotte Russe, if you remember, in the same way. I write ail the plays produced here. In some instances I change as many as nine whole lines. In this work I am assisted by 914 deputies. Please give me the credit.” Yours modestly, BuLasco. Of course, Mr Bulasco, thisis just what we thought all along. . Now, if—— (We shall have to give this up. Ed, Lire. . Pe AS the organ of the Invincibles, we take profound pleasure in announcing to our Irish readers that the torpedo-boat WHuRROO, has actually sailed on her mission of revenge, and is no doubt at present en- gaged in her ruthless work of destruction. By the time this meets our readers’ eye, the entire British Navy will be at the bottom of the sea, or as nearly so as the This terrible blow to Eng- land will promote the holy cause of Irish freedom almost as much as did the Phoenix Park murders. Affluent servant girls should, therefore, at once come forward and help the glorious work. Contributions will be thankfully received at this office, and the name of each donor will be published just as soon as the green flag is hoisted on the Tower of London. comicbooks. com