station the morning he arrives, tells us that the procession
will be in this order:

Twenty police officers afoot.

The grand marshal, horseback, accompanied by ten male members of the
Twentieth Century Club, also horseback.

Mr. Stedman in a landau drawn by four horses, two black and two white.

The Twentieth Century Club in carriages.

A brass band afoot.

The Robert Browning Club in Frank Parmelee's 'buses.

The Homer Clubs afoot, preceded by a fife-and-drum corps and a real
Greek philosopher attired in a tunic.

Another brass band.

A beautiful young woman playing the guitar, symbolizing Apollo and his
lute in a car drawn by nine milk-white stallions, impersonating the
muses.

Two Hundred Chicago poets afoot.

The Chicago Literary Club in carriages.

A splendid gilded chariot bearing Gunther's Shakespeare autograph and
Mr. Ellsworth's first printed book.

Another brass band.

Magnificent advertising car of Armour and Co., illustrating the
progress of civilization.

The Fishbladder Brigade and the Blue Island Avenue Shelley Club.

The fire department.

Another brass band.

Citizens in carriages, afoot and horseback.

Advertising cars and wagons.

The line of march will be an extensive one, taking in the
packing-houses and other notable points. At Mr. Armour's interesting
professional establishment the process of slaughtering will be
illustrated for the delectation of the honored guest, after which an
appropriate poem will be read by Decatur Jones, President of the Lake
View Elite Club. Then Mr. Armour will entertain a select few at a
champagne luncheon in the scalding-room.

In high literary circles it is rumored that the Rev. F.M. Bristol has
got an option on all autographs that Mr. Stedman may write during his
stay in Chicago. Much excitement has been caused by this, and there is
talk of an indignation meeting in Battery D, to be addressed by the
Rev. Flavius Gunsaulus, the Rev. Frank W. Brobst, and other eminent
speakers.

Small wonder that Mr. Stedman's soul was filled with trepidation as
his train approached Chicago, and that he was greatly relieved as it
rolled into the station to find only a few friends awaiting him; and
among them he quickly singled out Eugene Field, "his sardonic face
agrin like a school-boy's."

Enough has been written and quoted to give the reader a fair idea of
the general charac