with you in this onseemly stile, my misgided frend?" said a sollum
lookin man in a red flannel nite-cap. "Why do you sink yourself to
the Beasts of the field?"

"Wall, the fack is," said the capting, risin hisself on the shutter,
"I've bin a little prejoodiced agin that grosery for some. But I
made it lively for the boys, deacon! Bet yer life!" He larfed a
short, wild larf, and called for his jug. Sippin a few pints, he
smiled gently upon the passengers, sed, "Bless you! Bless you!" and
fell into a sweet sleep.

Eventually we reached our jerny's end. This was in the days of Old
Long Sign, be4 the iron hoss was foaled. This was be4 steembotes
was goin round bustin their bilers & sendin peple higher nor a kite.
Them was happy days, when people was intelligent & wax figgers &
livin wild beests wasn't scoffed at.

"O dase of me boyhood
I'm dreamin on ye now!"

(Poeckry.)
A.W.

7.2. ARTEMUS WARD'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

New York, near Fifth Avenoo Hotel, Org. 31ct.

EDITER OF PLAY BILL.

Dr Sir,--Yrs, into which you ask me to send you sum leadin incidents