. Wit, humor and pathos . ly divine,Miss Julia, said Eugene Augustus. Then Julia raised her golden (dyed) head, touchedthe white ivory with her jeweled fingers, and warbled: When the sur-hun is brigh-hi-hight-ly glowing Oer the se-hene so dear-hear to meee,And swee-heet the wee-hind is blo-ho-hoing,Oh ther-hen, oh ther-henI thee-hinkHof thee-hee,I thee-hinkI thee-hinkI thee-he-he-hehehehehehe-hink hohohohohohohohoho h-o-f theeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!! Beautiful! Just too lovely!! As Julia finished the last theeeeeeeeher father, who grew up from an officeboy to be a great dry goods merchant,entered. H
. Wit, humor and pathos . ly divine,Miss Julia, said Eugene Augustus. Then Julia raised her golden (dyed) head, touchedthe white ivory with her jeweled fingers, and warbled: When the sur-hun is brigh-hi-hight-ly glowing Oer the se-hene so dear-hear to meee,And swee-heet the wee-hind is blo-ho-hoing,Oh ther-hen, oh ther-henI thee-hinkHof thee-hee,I thee-hinkI thee-hinkI thee-he-he-hehehehehehe-hink hohohohohohohohoho h-o-f theeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!! Beautiful! Just too lovely!! As Julia finished the last theeeeeeeeher father, who grew up from an officeboy to be a great dry goods merchant,entered. Hed been out to an auction, ||^buying some genuine copies of works of |§J3art by the old masters. themraffells! I tell yer what, says he, them Raf-fells is good, an Mikel Angelo he could paint too—he Did you buy an Achenbach, Mr. Thompson ? askedAugustus. Buy an akin back? I guess not. I dont wantno akin backs, nor rheumatism, nor And was there a Verboeckoven ? I inquired. No, sir; there want no Verboecks hove in—they. 44 aint a hovin in Verboecks now. Money is tight anpaintins is riz. Ah, did you buy any Churchs or Worms? Buy churches and worms! What the devil do Iwant to buy churches and worms for? Im buyinworks of art, sir. Im buying Ah! perhaps you bought some Coles, and may bean English Whistler? Me buy coals and an English whistler! No, sir;Im not a coal dealer. Im a dry goods man—A. & Co., dry goods, sir, and I can do my ownwhistling, and And so Mr. Thompson went on ! But alas! how could I, a poor author, communefarther with this learned encyclopedia of beautiful calicoand grand old cheese, and pure and immaculate salera-tus, and sharp and pointed needles ?—I, who cannotdance the German or buy a spiked team ! Alas! I sigh as the tears roll down my furrowedcheeks, what profit is it to know the old masters—tocommune with Phidias—to chant the grand old hex-ameter of the Iliad, when you cannot buy and ownthem? I am a poor, ruined man. I cannot buy—Ic
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