Life — August 7, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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80 TANTALUS. : H E discourses on astronomy with very best intention, And discloses many matters I 've not previously known; But for some especial reasons, I am not inclined to mention, I should much prefer the garden with Matilda all alone. It is well, of course, to know about these subjects; the pro- priety Of telling which is Saturn and the distance to the moon Is obvious ; it gives a certain standing in society ; But somehow, on this evening, I ‘ve a great desire to spoon. The balmy air is odorous with perfume of the flowers, And the moonlight on the terrace is most beautiful to see; But professor is excited and I know he'll talk for hours, While Matilda's in the garden, I suppose, expecting me. O moon! O stars! O Milky-way! I care not for your density Your perigee and apogee possess no charms for me. Look down, look down in pity from your silent, vast im- mensity, And I'll study you more fully when I’ve grandsons on my knee. - THE CAMPAIGN IN EGYPT. Spectal Correspondence, 4 la “ Tryblaine.” [By the Bennet-Mackay Cable.) THE SITUATION MORE UNCHANGED THAN BEFORE—THE UPRISING IN ABYSSINIA—EVEN THE BABES IN ARMS. ONDON— Yesterday.—The agitation in the Sardine is still increasing. Tewthpik Pacha has been dispatched to Berber with a brigade of Bashful-Bazouks. At Khartoum El Mahdi executed twelve sheikhs. Their shreikhs were heart-rending. The Egyptian troops have issued a manifesto asking for more backsheesh. Unless their request is granted, they both declare that they will refuse to obey Hikkuph Pacha’s orders. Shepeshed Bey has been directed to advance on the False Prophet. He has crossed the desert, and is soon expected to take Jin Phiz. In the House, the Liberals are attacking the Premier for allowing one man to be deserted and left to his fate. The Premier says that he 's gladstone-ly one and not more. Minister Lowell wishes to call on Mr. Parnell, but his physician says his foot is so swollen he must not g’out. Intense excitement prevails. How to keep food on an empty stomach—bolt it down. A HUB-BUB—the Boston urchin. “WELL, well!” said old Mrs. Gumbo, as she laid down her morning paper. ‘So they ‘ve rescued poor old Greely alive! I do hope that Horace 'll take hold of the 7réune again and edit it sensibly, like he used ter!” * LIFE: A GENT, OR A GENTLEMAN? R. J. HOLWORTHY HOLLIS, of Beacon street, Bos- ton, had occasion to run down to New York, early last June, in order to see about procuring a sailing master for his new yacht the Tres Beau. Sauntering up the avenue late in the afternoon of a rather sultry day, he was delighted to see the white whiskers and rubicund face of that celebrated diplomat, General Growler, alighting from a stage, in com- pany with a charming young girl, whose face seemed to pos- sess an unusual vivacity. She* . . . . Hollis flattered himself that his own personal appearance was far from unpre- possessing. He presented the outward semblance of a perfect gentlemen. His gloves and cane were very chic. His Eng- lish derby was neatly set on his carefully-banged brow. His scarf, and scarfpin were in excellent taste, and only a disgrun- tled taxidermist could have found fault with the fit of his clothes. Yes, he was a perfectly Eng/’sk gentlemen, at all events, even down to his shoes which were made upon a London last. Without the conscious self-abnegation of the dona-fide dude, his high strung nostril seemed capable, nevertheless, of quivering decidedly at the thought of the night-mare—" bad form.” He was, perhaps, in the reactionary tide which has set in since dude-ism has become vulgarized by the lower classes. He had learned to lean on Johnson his valet, and, as it were, get all his “ points” from Johnson, who had, as it happened, been employed as groom-of-the-top-coats by none other than Lord Cholmondelay. Johnson had suggested a stroll before dinner, and had cautioned Hollis about wearing his eye glass too solemnly. “ You ‘addent h’orter ‘old yer h’other h’eye has if ye'd ‘ad but one,” he had said. “ An’ don’t keep a lookin’ round at me all the time, neither!" Hollis tried hard to forget that his valet’s critical stare was upon him, and he was glad indeed to divert himself with the incident of meeting General Growler and his fair Arotegé. Misfortune, however, had evidently marked the refined young Bostonian for its own. Hollis had squinted respect- fully at the girl and then at her elderly companion, had ad- justed his cane rather elaborately from his right to his left hand, raised his derby and bowed. Johnson, perceiving his master, or rather his disciple, engaged in what he termed “familyarities ” with strangers, drew off a little to one side, and gazed sadly into a shop window. “General Growler, I believe of Boston,” said Hollis, with an agreeable smile of recognition. ‘Glad to see you in New York.” “ Aw—that's the way, Emily, they do it,” whispered G. G., who was a little near-sighted to his fair companion. “ Now, watch him get in his work.” “Of course you remember me?—the son of your father's friend—I—I mean the friend of—I—I mean, I am the son of your old friend Hol—Hollis, President of the Bank of Hail Columbia, you know-a-whom I mean.” “Aw—lI don’t happen to have the pleasure of your ac- © Photographs of the charmer at the low price of $12.00 per dozen can be had at this office, making further description unnecessary. —Ebs. Live. comicbooks.com