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Continental Monthly, Vol. I. February, 1862, No. II. - Devoted To Literature And National Policy by Various
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'_Hurrah!_ HURRAH! HURRAH!'

Like young thunder the last cheer arose; and my bacon was saved!

The receipts placed me in possession of fifty dollars, after defraying
all expenses in Tyre and settling my bill and recovering my satchel from
Sidon--which I did by a messenger the same evening after the lecture. My
editorial friend advised me now to stop at Sidon only long enough to
take the first train home, leaving the Sidonites to discover the sell
without expense. But I scouted the idea. I was flushed with the success
of the previous evening (a success mainly due, as the sagacious reader
knows, to the editor of the _Times_ and his _corps_ of confidants
distributed at intervals over the hall); I was chagrined at the turn my
original enterprise had taken, but determined to carry it out 'to the
death;' and, more than all, I was burning to revenge myself on the
perfidious postmaster of Sidon, and Dr. Tomson and Squire Johnson and
Mr. Dickson and Mr. Dobson and Mr. Potkins. And on Monday evening I
faced an audience in Jones's Hall, Sidon, prominent among whom I
noticed, the principal objects of my ire.


IV.--HE DON'T MAKE A HIT IN SIDON, THOUGH SOME PERSON IN THE AUDIENCE
DOES.

No time for contemplation was left on my hands, however; for as soon as
I had articulated the words 'ladies and gentlemen,' an offensive missile
hit me between my eyes, exploded, and deluged me with an odor in
comparison with which that of Limberger cheese would be mere geranium. I
was betrayed. Tyre had sent over a detachment of spies, and the
Sidonites were armed. I briskly dodged several companion eggs whose
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