Life — September 23, 1886 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

NOT TO BE DE- SPISED. OSTON HOSTESS (to young man vis- iting from the west) We Boston people, Mr. Breezy, are laughed at a good deal for being so partial to beans, but we don’t mind it. WESTERN YOUNG | MAN (gallantly): No, indeed, I would n't if I were you, Mrs. Waldo. Beans are a very valuable | product. Father, who | knows as much about such | Matters as anybody in | southern Illinois, says they | are even better than corn to fatten hogs with. ALL IN THE DARK. | BRAKEMAN in the empldy of the /, > Delaware and Hudson Canal Company is a very obliging person, and thoughtful withal. An excursion party, which included many young men and women, recently made the trip from Albany to Lake George, and as the train would near a tunnel, of | which there are a good | many on theline, he would | call out in stentorian | tones: “Gents, choose | your partners for the tunnel.” | % HA! Deres a Pullg, 1 dame dot vellow ! ] vix desdeely clare oof my eye on date Pulls cant sdand de clare oof de- —Youman cye !! r € OSs WY, POWER OF THE MIND. not recognize the chirography of my beloved? Could sput- ter of pen, or paleness of ink, or anything that is or is not, render unrecognizable its tender touches of originality? No —though blind—so blind that the blazing lamp of day illumined not the darkness on mine eyes— even then should I | see, and know to be hers, the handwriting of my beloved! | Avaunt, Poverty! Wealth— wealth untold have I! ’Tis hoarded not in Safety Deposit Vaults— my wealth—nor bolts nor bars defend it. 'Tis Love! the Love that’s safe from fire, flood and robber-hand within the twining tendrils of the heart of my beloved ! I broke the seal— it seemed still warm from the hand that pressed it. lection I kissed that hand, and read: Indulged by fancy and licensed by tender recol- | GentTLE, HONEST LovEeR :—/ bid thee last farewell. Blame not my heart, but me, An’ thou wouldst not be so just—then—blame thyself—thy poverty. A. P. S.—Ma bids me add, in larger letters than the preceding italics, DON’T HANG AROUND. A.D. O skinny hag! O playful mood! When I'm taken from the river whose waves rock to sweet sleep — laugh! laugh as of yore; as when you dandled me on your knee! Laugh, and in- | scribe on the board at my lowly head the while you laugh— “TO DIE, O MAN! IS PASSING PAIN, BUT POV- ERTY IS INTERMINABLE ANGUISH.” , B. Zim. HAD HEARD IT BEFORE. AIDEN LADY (¢o her pet parrot): Pretty Polly! Polly have a —— POLLY (who has heard of the latest invention): Ting-ting ! comicbooks.com