SARSFIELD YOUNG'S PANORAMA.

DEAR PUNCHINELLO:--Some months ago, a friend of mine requested me to
write him up descriptions for a set of panoramic views, which he had
purchased at a low figure at auction, and which he proposed to exhibit
through the country. The "Professor" who was engaged to travel with him,
it seems, was highly gifted so far as good clothes, a fine head of hair,
and a sweet expression, were concerned. He could also play rudimentary
music upon the flute. But he couldn't handle his mother tongue glibly
enough to accompany the scenes in first class showman style.

Having the subjects given me, but without seeing a foot of the canvas, I
knocked off a few remarks, which I aimed to render as appropriate as
circumstances, and no regard whatever for the truth, would permit. The
"Professor" was to commit them to memory, with the usual gestures, as he
flourished his pointing-stick; he was to twirl his moustache, manoeuvre
his pocket handkerchief, and occasionally resort to a glass of
water,--and I am told he recites with great abandon.

Some of PUNCHINELLO'S readers may not enjoy the privilege of seeing the
"Panoramic Cosmos." For their special benefit I am allowed to append a
portion of the narration. They will observe that the back towns are
indeed fortunate to obtain at a moderate price so rare an intellectual
treat.

Yours,

SARSFIELD YOUNG.

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