Neverending

What a Lot of One-eyed Women

No man is better versed in fair hands.
Each day she hastened to his room
to see him, and tested him, and true each day
deemed it inexpedient to adopt any
resolution. He appears to be in excellent
health and spirits, but confesses he got
a little the best of it. More influential parties
challenge him to the proof. Burning
impassioned eloquence begs the utmost
care and watchfulness. The breaking
of the leg may drive men to a sense of duty.

In the Ashes of Adversity

Nobody knows where the lightnings
are going to strike, and so we sit
in an ague of expectancy, beyond our
dull comprehension. They always come, frequently
at the head of an army, with wide-
staring eyes, and rampant hair. These new
comers ad nauseum would squelch
an elephant. It is the hackneyed custom
to puff out the Columbiads. Sergeant
Bigler, true to his profession, could pick
off a grasshopper. Such bloviations
pass for what they are worth, selling at a cent
a dozen. All proved unavailing. He so
crowed and blowed, and spluttered
and swelled, as to set the world into fits
of cachinnation.

So Endeth the Farce

Old Ben of circus celebrity
brought with him a son, and six ostriches
interesting to horsemen. A change
must have come o'er their dreams.
His friends call him a poor man, how
he cares for the crackers in his desk
as though they were wafers out of Potato
Valley. Nice old stiffs, many have
gone to their final rest, down his throat.