carrying a hat-box. "What have you in the hat-box, my friend?"
inquired the Pugilist.

"A new frown," was the answer. "I am bringing it from the frownery
- the one over there with the gilded steeple."

"And what are you going to do with the nice new frown?" the
Pugilist asked.

"Put down pugilism - if I have to wear it night and day," said the
Moral Sentiment of the Community, sternly.

"That's right," said the Pugilist, "that is right, my good friend;
if pugilism had been put down yesterday, I wouldn't have this kind
of Nose to-day. I had a rattling hot fight last evening with - "

"Is that so?" cried the Moral Sentiment of the Community, with
sudden animation. "Which licked? Sit down here on the hat-box and
tell me all about it!"



The Politicians



AN Old Politician and a Young Politician were travelling through a
beautiful country, by the dusty highway which leads to the City of
Prosperous Obscurity. Lured by the flowers and the shade and
charmed by the songs of birds which invited to woodland paths and