Now, in your number for November 9th, we find a remarkably pretty
"Autumn Song." It was pointed out to us, triumphantly, by a man who
carries _The Sun_ in his pocket, and who wanted to know why PUNCHINELLO
never gave his readers anything like _that?_ In reply, we courteously
referred him to PUNCHINELLO of October 22d, in which that identical
"Autumn Song" made its "first appearance upon any stage." And so there
you go, dear DODO SUNNY, with another PUNCHINELLO feather in your
pensive tail. Keep decking yourself with the feathers, dear SUNNY. They
become you well; and when you've got a bushel or so of 'em, we'll
dispose of you to BARNUM as the original Anti-Promethean Dodo that stole
fire from PUNCHINELLO to light up _The Sun._

PUNCHINELLO.

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[Illustration: THAT BLONDE BUSINESS.

_Little Nell._ "O MA, WHAT PRETTY BOOTS THOSE LADIES HAVE!"

_Mamma._ "AND SUCH NICE DRESSES, TOO."

_Little Nell._ "DRESSES, MA? I DON'T SEE ANY DRESSES--I ONLY SEE THEIR
BOOTS!"]

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OUR PORTFOLIO.

A Bilious Review of the French Situation.--Hot Fat for Idiots.--Trochu