Antipodal Cousins, or the Antipodal Relations by Marriage, break their
necks together with as much effect as though they were brothers? Does
the fraternal supply of brotherly gymnastics exist in consequence of a
presumed demand for the article by the public? If so, why does the
public make such demand?"

And she answers, "It is a mystery. Seek not to penetrate it. That way
madness lies."

Here a conundrum obtrudes itself upon me, and I ask, "Suppose Gen. TERRY
had a daughter, why would she necessarily be a delightful puzzle?
Obviously because she would be a Miss TERRY."

But the horsey person turns round and says, "If you want a head put on
you, just keep on talking; so that folks can't hear the brothers turn a
somersault. You'll be accommodated; do you understand?"

I accept his general hint, and watch the somersaulting pair. What an
editor the elder brother would make! He could turn as sudden and perfect
a somersault as did Mr. DANA, when he transformed the _Sun_ in a single
night from a decent daily to what it now is. Or what a politician the
younger brother might become, were he to exhibit in the arena of public
life the agility in turning flip-flaps, and reversing himself by
unexpectedly standing on his head, which he displays in the CIRCUS ring.
Then the famous equestrienne--or rideress, as WEBSTER would probably
call her--careers around the circle on her thoroughbred Alaskian steed:
she is evidently a great favorite, and the small boy behind me exclaims,
with an ecstatic kick at the back of my neck: "Isn't this bully?"

I venture to correct him by remarking: "My son, you should say 'horsey.'