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“While there's Life there's Hope.” VOL. XV. JUNE 5, 1890, No. 388. 28 West Twenty-THIrp Street, New York. Published every Thursday $5.00 a year in advance, postage free. Single goPies, so cents, Back numbers can be had by applying to this office. Vo. Lr bound, $3.00; Vol. Il. bound, $isc0; Vole, Ills IV..V.. VE, VII Vill, TX. X, RL, KIL, X11. and N1V., bound or"in @at numbers, lar rates. Rejected coatributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. Subscribers wishing address changed will greatly facilitate matters by sending old address as well as new. ND so Mr. Stanley's long vacant affections have found a Tennant at last. A most interesting circumstance. and one at which the world has held up its hands with lively enthusiasm. It loves a lover—all the world does on general principles, and when the lover has the additional advantage of being the lion of the hour, it fairly boils over with affec- tionate interest in his fortunes. Whether it is a good plan to marry an African Explorer, Lire cannot say, never having tried it; but that it is a good plan for an African Explorer, or ony other adult man of adequate resources, to marry the woman of his heart there can be no question, Here's a- looking toward Mr, Stanley, and a-hoping that it is no Ten- nant at will, or for any fashionable modern term that he has got, but a Tennant for life. . . . B® kind to the census man. He has got a pretty mean job this year, and it belongs to your Christianity to help him out as much as you can. When he asks you about the mortgage on the house, how much you paid down and how your interest account stands—don't sass him back. Be gentle with him. When he asks if it is true that there was scrofula in your wife's grandfather's family, be evasive with him if you chose, but be it kindly. You know he has to ask those fool questions—somebody does. He isn't doing it for fun, and probably is not personally interested in the informa- tion he tries to extort. If you must kick him, kick hin softly, or better still, wait till he comes again to sell youa boo It is wrong to kick even a book-agent, but it is less expensively criminal than to kick a census-taker, Stand up and be counted like little mice, and tell him everything in reason that you can recall; remembering that it is you, the people, that have hired him, however much your intentions may have been boggled as to details. UTTRESSED by authority, and with a Republican majority back of him, Speaker Reed can give him- selt autocratic airs with a certain degree of impunity. What Lire would like, would be to see the arbitrary Speaker lay aside his panoply of power, and come out from behind the mace and the sergeant-at-arms, and umpire a base-ball game in the open air and before the people. Just once! What would be left of him might never fill a chair again, but it would have got a useful lesson in parliamentary law, . . - IF it was for wild stories of adventurous and _piratical men that Mr. Stephenson went to Samoa he might have saved himself a deal of travel if he had known in time what interesting happenings there were to be at Cedar Keys, Florida, and of what exceptionally diverting eccentricities of conduct Mayor Cottrell, of that place, was capable. Black- beard, the pirate, was a hard character, and so was Flint ; there are police justices in New York with whom one would hate to be caught alone on a dark night, and there are tough and obdurate politicians in the Senate of the United States. But for a combination of blunt, brutal blackguardism, com- bined with that form of political acumen which fits one to be the leader of bad men and the bully of weak ones, neither Flint nor Quay, or any of Mr. Giant-killer Godkin’s civic Blunderbores could successfully compete with Cottrell. Cot- trell is a personage. It is a pity Mr. Stevenson could not have committed him to paper—as a foil perhaps to Mr. Hyde, of Honolulu—a pity the greater in view of the improbability, at present writing, that he will ever be committed to jail or to any other place of security. The times are so effete that these robust and candid scoundrels ought not to be wasted, par- ticularly while Boston ladies are crying for them in the magazines. * . . A‘ last accounts, the lottery company was about to offer every male inhabitant of Louisiana a liberal education, a drink and a suit of clothes annually, for the continuation of its privileges. In view of the well-known fallibility of human nature we ought not to be surprised that there is a sentiment in the State in favor of quitting work and relying on the lottery company for support. There is reason rather to be proud that the contrary view is taken with such zeal, and so vigorous a fight made against the gamblers. That all the newspapers in New Orleans (except the new one) should favor the sale of the State is a surprise, and is doubtless traceable to the fact that it is an essential quality of news- papers to be owned, as well as to be edited. The whole lottery agitation may justly remind us how much better we are than our great-grandfathers, who found nothing par- ticularly scandalous about lotteries, and invested in them prayerfully when occasion offered and they could spare the money. comicbooks.com