Life — May 1, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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242 TO A LADY. (Zn answer to a question concerning Mr. H.C. Bunner’s Airs from Arcady.) NOTHER herald, strong of wing, Hath pressed his plumes and soared to sing Bright lays of youth, and love, and spring. “*Pshaw !”” you assail me, ‘‘ how absurd To call a book of songs a bird !” Well, Homer, not I, winged the word. This linet, then, hath breathed the air Of Arcady, and eke elsewhere— Lands where but favored feet may fare : Because these tracts of Weiss-richt wo, Girt by parched sands and bitter snow, Within are passing fair to know. But this I whisper you, my dear, Go, list these notes so sweet and clear, Since you have sense and soul to hear; And you will learn such occult lore ‘As may unlock the guarded door Of glad Arcadia’s precious store. iM “Man wants but little ear below, nor wants that little long,” murmured the dude, as he carefully cut out places for his aural appendages in his new three- inch collar. In the blizzard country. Man, pointing musingly over the hills and faraway: “Yes, I came West to look after my property. I am looking after it now. There go the house and barn !” A PILLER of the church.—A pious apothecary. Policeman: Don’? YOU SEE THAT NOTICE, SIR? Young Swell: Ya-as. Policeman; WeELU—CAN'T YOU READ? Young Swell: OU, YA-AS !—BUT MY DOG Is—Aw— SUCH A CONFOUNDEDLY IGNORANT BRUTE HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HIS ALPHABET. SOCIETY ITEM FROM THE TOMBS GAZETTE. Quoted for the Benefit of the Ladies of New York Society, whose Kindly Sympathy and Floral Offer- ings Rendered the Closing Hours of a Late Mur- derer so Exceedingly Pleasant. R. PINSUTI STILLETO, the condemned as- sassin of his wife and five children, gave the last of his enjoyable In-jails on Friday last. Mr. Stil- leto takes his departure for his hereafter at the hands of the Sheriff on Monday next, and it is expected that this will be the most recherché execution of the season. There were present at the reception many leaders of society ; more prominent among whom were the Misses Hardcase, who are about to leave the city for a sum- mering at their delightful residence at the Island, East River ; the Hon. Pink Charley, the celebrated banker ; Rev. Joe Woolpuller, cracksman and missionary-ex- traordinary of the United States, and Dr. Penn, whose recent operation on a hundred-dollar cheque has gained him so much notoriety. : The guests began to arrive at seven o’clock, and by eight the corridor murderaire was jammed. The affair was opened by a prayer from the Rev. Woolpuller, and a hymn sung with much effect by a few members of the Salvation Army, who arrived a few days since. Mr. Stilleto announced with tears in his eyes that this was his last opportunity to receive his friends. He stated that the Governor, with whom he is most in- timate, being a correspondent of his, had expressed regret at being unable to meet him this side of Jordan. In a neat speech Mr. Stilleto went on to thank the many ladies of the city for the kind attention they have shown him in the shape of flowers, jelly and other deli- cacies of the season. He also thanked the Sheriff and Wardens of the Tombs for their consideration in allow- ing him the best suite of cells at their disposal, and stated that he fully appreciated their kindness in not permitting such low characters as vagrants and petit larceners to interrupt him in his daily meditations. The speaker expressed himself on the whole as sat- isfied with his treatment by the press, but was some- what indignant at the statement of one prominent jour- nal that he had only killed his wife and three children, comicbooks.com