my ear. This
_gentle_man--hic--says somebody's dead in the next--hic--room."

"Not at all, sir; I did not say that, sir," says the clerk.

"Beg--hic--your pardon, sir--hic--it's all right; if it ain't all right,
I'll make it--hic--_all right in the morning!_ Gentlemen, let's--hic--us
all adjourn; let's change the see--hic--scene, call a
coach--hic--somebody, let's take a ride--hic--and return and go
to--hic--our pious--hic--rest."

Having delivered this order and exhortation, Don Caesar arose on his
pins, and marshalling his party, after a general swap of hats all
around, in which trade big heads got smallest hats, and small heads got
largest hats, by aid of the staircase and the servants, they all got to
the street, and lumbering into a large hack, they started off on a
midnight airing, noisy and rip-roarious as so many sailors on a land
cruise. The last words uttered by Don Caesar, there, as the coach drove
off, were:

"All right--hic--mi boy, if it ain't, _we'll make it all right in the
morning!_"

"Yes, that we will," says the landlord, "and if I don't stick you into a
bill of costs '_in the morning_,' rot me. You'll have a nice time," he
continued, "out carousing till daylight; lucky I've got his wallet in
the fire-proof, the jackass would be robbed before he got back, _and I'd
lose my bill!_"

Don Caesar did not return to make good his promise _in the morning_, and
so the landlord took the liberty of investigating the wallet, deposited
for safe keeping in the fire-proof of the office, by the Don; and lo!
and behold! it contained old checks, unreceipted bills, and a few
samples of Brandon bank notes, with this emphatic remark:--"All right,
if it ain't all right, WE'LL MAKE IT ALL RIGHT IN THE MORNING!"

Don't you believe in 'em?

We are astounded at the incredulity of some people. Every now and then
you run afoul of somebody who does not believe in spiritual knockers.
Enter any of our drinking saloons, take a seat, or stand up, and look on
for an hour or two, especially about the time "churchyards yawn!" and if
you are any longer skeptical upon the _spirit_-ual manifestations as
exhibited in the knee pans, shoulder joints, and thickness of the tongue
of the _mediums_,--education would be thrown away on you.

The Old Black Bull

It's poor human natur', all out, to wrangle and quarrel now and then,
from the kitchen to the parlor, in church and state. Even the fathers of
the holy tabernac