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VOL. VI. DECEMBER 3p, 1885. NO. 153. 1155 Broapway, New York. Published every Thursday, $5 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, to 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. SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT. The Christmas Number to be issued next week is to be more than twice the site of the usual number, handsomely printed in colors, with illustrations by our best artists, and a ghostly story by Julian Hawthorne. For sale by all Newsdealers. Price 20 cents. HE howl of triumph that goes up from papers of the Sun stamp over Governor Hill's insult to the Administration, in the appointment of G. H. Sterling to the Port Wardenship, shows the extent of the indorsement Mr. Cleveland has received in the election of Mr. Hill. It shows several other things also. First, With what apparent sincerity editors Democratic can profess friendship when in reality they are playing the hypocrite. Second, That the editor of the Sun is no more to be trusted to-day than he was in the Presidential campaign, when he acknowledged that the gratification of his own personal spite was more to him than the welfare of his party or his country. Third, That Mr. Hill's election to the Governorship was the triumph of the most degraded political element in the land; that Demagoguism still has the upper hand in Mr. Hill's political constitution, and that the Governor is hope- lessly lost beneath the thumb of that school of Demagogues, Tammany Hall. Fourth, And last, that Mr. Cleveland might have found a better investment for his $1,000 contribution to the Demo- cratic Campaign Fund. Mr. Hill's title should be changed. Misgovernor Hill would more aptly describe the man. . . . T must hurt the feelings of the millionaires who find their day of reckoning fast approaching that their wealth fails utterly to purchase sympathy for them. No one can regret that Fish and Ward are imprisoned, and that the two other busy W's, Work and Warner, are in the clutches of the law. The Grand Jury has begun well and should keep it up. Turn the rascals in. . . . HE Sing Sing editor of the 7ribune seems to have taken Ferdinand Ward under his wing, and is keeping | him before the public in a way that must gratify the arch speculator's vanity. The latest from the Hudson River branch of the 7rtbune office is that Ward was to have mince pie on Thanksgiving | Day. This is the first specified act of cruelty to the prisoner that has come to light. although there have been startling rumors to the effect that Ward was receiving harsh treatment. We trust the pie story is not true, and the fact of its as- sertion by the 7rzbune is at least comforting to those who hope as we do, but we greatly fear that for once that organ has stumbled on a great incontrovertible truth. = The chances are ten to one that Ward has received his deserts, . . . UROPE is gradually getting to be a most desirable place to live in. There is always something diverting in the atmosphere, and an air of mystery about what is going to happen next that adds a pleasurable excitement to the life of a resident. Those who have slept over the mouth of a crater, which has given notice that it shortly intends having a special eruption, state that there is really nothing to equal the pleas- ing uncertainty of one’s being, when there. They say that the sleep of which one is capable under such conditions is marvelous, because, there being nothing on one’s mind — everything is under it— mental activity ceases entirely, and absolute rest is ensured. This is the way life in Europe to-day must strike the resi- dent. No one knows what an afternoon's walk may bring forth. In France a stroll on the Champs Elysce, under the benign influence of a Republic, in the morning, may bring one back to his house in the most aristocratic portion of an Empire in the afternoon. The Russian walks abroad to his labors, head erect and eyes turned toward the sky, in momentary expectation of seeing the Czar shoot across the horizon with a dynamite bomb a close second. Even Prince Bismarck has his little surprises, to guard against which he carries a cast-iron umbrella concealed on his person, and as for Emperor William the cable dispatches always speak of him wherever he may be as “ standing erect, | with a most soldierly carriage.” The reason of this will be plain to all who will study affairs | in Europe a little closer. The Emperor stands because he cannot comfortably sit down on the bayonets on which his throne is now founded. . . . N thé death of Vice-President Hendricks the Democratic party has lost one of its most prominent statesmen, and the country mourns a conscientious and efficient officer. comicbooks.com