. The Wasp. A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art . raid of me? he said, painfullyglancing at the object of his annoyance. No, said Lady Carrolton, and never is an act of prudence, and is rather avirtue than a subterfuge. I am glad of your re-buke, for it makes me proud of my influence, andwalking boldly up to him, she renched out her handgracefully to him, which he snatched in his clawyfingers, and kissed with the vehemeuce and ,a starving shipwrecked man would who makesgrasps at food, when i
. The Wasp. A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art . raid of me? he said, painfullyglancing at the object of his annoyance. No, said Lady Carrolton, and never is an act of prudence, and is rather avirtue than a subterfuge. I am glad of your re-buke, for it makes me proud of my influence, andwalking boldly up to him, she renched out her handgracefully to him, which he snatched in his clawyfingers, and kissed with the vehemeuce and ,a starving shipwrecked man would who makesgrasps at food, when in the fear of other starvliugssnatching it from him. After some moments ofsilent contemplation at the strangeness of the li:tlemans action, her ladyship gently disen>!aged hersellfrom his ardent contact audgraoef „ bowing, sweptthrough the doorway. For a moment or two the completely wreckedindividual stood with eyes riveted upon the closeddoorway; then suppressing a scream, the next mo-ment be started in upon his loudest, and tumbledtogether upon the carpet, with the limberness of asaturated rag. (To be Conlinued.) wY. My Dear Grandma: Colored folks, are so in the habit of bitingtheir own ears off, that there is no telling,who Whittakerizes themselves, who no. Mrs. Eliza Davis, a colored woman, hasbeat herself almost to death, last week, be-cause mad, because Annie OConnor tookher own child home, and now wants to shoveit on Annie—not the child, the beating. Annie has a great many friends, and par-ticularly two, who says, (I dont know howtrue that is) that the is < ailed Patrick,Clark,James, Carrol, two of the names to together swear that Mrs. Davif has?whipped herself, and Mrs. Davis says thehave. Here is a muddle lor Judge Rix,who will never live to see the day when he?will try Pickering for Neilson libel, becausedismissed, or Chronicle, because put off tillafter the Fourth, when much spouting,sweating, promenading, flagging, fire crack-ing, will be goi
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