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VOL. VIL SEPTEMBER 10TH, 1885. NO. 141. 1155 Broapway, New York. Published every Thursday, $5 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents. Back numbers can be had by applying to this office. Vol. I., 50 cents per number ; Vol. II., 25 cents per number; Vols. III., IV. and V.\ at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. R. TALMAGE, it is said, has decided not to run for Governor. We regret to hear this. j The loss to our esteemed colored contemporary, Puck, in plates of Mr. Talmage's mouth, now rendered useless, must be enormous. Cannot the reverend acrobat be induced to enter the cam- paign in some capacity? If he won't run for the Governor- ship, can he not be persuaded at least to call for it? . . . UR iconoclastic Mayor, not content with striking the poetical Commissioner of Public Works through his verses, is now after a sample of the gentleman's prose on the subject of Resignation, which It is said the Mayor wishes to use to further his own base purposes. We regret to see Mr. Grace evince so vindictive a disposi- tion, and even if the rumor be true that Mr. Squire is the author of the poetical simile which likened Mr. Grace toa tornado, in that he bloweth mightily, we fail to see any justice in this persecution. . . . E have it on good authority that Mr. Squire is a spirit medium, and can symmon to his aid all the minions of heaven, earth and epee other place. This being true, it must be acknowledged that Mr. Grace, with his angels and ministers, are in for a hard time of it in re- moving the doughty Squire, whom even the white-robed Hubert O. Thompson himself, with all his weight and pocketed resignations, cannot stir. We therefore advise the Mayor to go exceeding slow, and make sure of his facts before he acts. A Commissioner who can get a poet who has been in his grave for years to give his approval of an obituary poem, has a big hold somewhere that is beyond the reach of the common herd. . ose E notice in the news columas of the World the title “ A New Yorker Out of Jail.” Curious, is n’t i HE uses of the Brute Creation in the field of journalism become more and more apparent every day. Since the adoption of the Office Cat by the Sw, after Mr. Dana's lamentable disappearance in November last, the efficiency of brutes as editors has received due appreciation. There, for instance, is the 7rébune, which has had its tabbies for years. Its editorial columns indicate the pres- ence on the staff of a whole menagerie, including the hyena, who discourses on war; the elephant, who holds forth on art questions; the rhinoceros, whose political remarks are copied by all the humorous papers in the land as regularly as his funny column is interspersed with the obituary notes of the patent insides ; and the spaniel, whose English letters are the admiration of the snobbocracy of two lands. Following close in the track of the Tribune is the Herald, which common report credits with having its office Rat, and unless rumor is unusually at fault the Editor has been fre- quently known to go home with what is vulgarly known as a flea in his ear. But the World! The World leads them all! Verily, Brag is a good dog! . . . HE 7rzbune finds something exquisitely ludicrous, ac- cording to its own statement, in the “anguish of the French people ” in their presgnt political difficulties. Well, chacun & son gott/ If France had found the anguish of the American colonists amusing somewhat over a hundred years ago, the 7rbune might have been edited to-day by a colonial subject of Her Gratuitous Majesty, Victoria, instead of being the work of the menagerie mentioned above. This would doubtless have been pleasing to that large majority of the American public who think it indicative of high mirality to find amusement in the anguish of one’s friend; of’ perfect breeding to taunt him publicly on his distress ; who.consider gratitude too old-fash- ioned to remember, and who therefore buy the New York Tribune as the representativg of their opinions. . . . HEN the citizens of New York and Texas erect a monument to deparged philanthropists, there is one name that should stand high 6n the list. It is that of James T. Holland, of Abilene, Texas, who has rid the city of one of its worst characters, and by his act has heavily mortgaged the neck of another. Let the good work go on! . . . HE Emperor William has a decided penchant for the - ladies. After spending his summer at Ems, it is perhaps natural that he should turn his eyes toward Carolines.