ormerly.
"Ask him what his calling was," said the Superintendent.
"Followed the sea," he replied to the question put by one of us. "Went
as mate in a fishing-schooner."
"Why did you give it up?"
"Because I didn't like working for _two mast-ers_," he replied.
Presently we came upon a group of elderly persons, gathered about a
venerable gentleman with flowing locks, who was propounding questions
to a row of Inmates.
"Can any Inmate give me a motto for M. Berger?" he said.
Nobody responded for two or three minutes. At last one old man, whom I
at once recognized as a Graduate of our University (Anno 1800) held up
his hand.
"Rem _a cue_ tetigit."
"Go to the head of the class, Josselyn," said the venerable patriarch.
The successful Inmate did as he was told, but in a very rough way,
pushing against two or three of the Class.
"How is this?" said the Patriarch.
"You told me to go up _jostlin'_," he replied.
The old gentlemen who had been shoved about enjoyed the pun too much
to be angry.
Presently the Patriarch asked again:
"Why was M. Berger authorized to go to the dances given to the
Prince?"
The Class had to give up this, and he answered it himself:
"Because every one of his carroms was a _tick-it_ to the ball."
"Who collects the money to defray the expenses of the last campaign in
Italy?" asked the Patriarch.
Here again the Class failed.
"The war-cloud's rolling _Dun_," he answered.
"And what is mulled wine made with?"
Three or four voices exclaimed at once:
"_Sizzle-y_ Madeira!"
Here a servant entered, and said, "Luncheon-time." The old gentlemen,
who have excellent appetites, dispersed at once, one of them politely
asking us if we would not stop and have a bit of bread and a little
mite of cheese.
"There is one thing I have forgotten to show you," said the
Superintendent, "the cell for the confinement of violent and
unmanageable Punsters."
We were very curious to see it, particularly with reference to the
alleged absence of every object upon which a play of words could
possibly be made.
The Superintendent led us up some dark stairs to a corridor, then
along a narrow passage, then down a broad flight of steps into another
passageway, and opened a large door which looked out on the main
entrance.
"We have not seen the cell for the confinement of 'violent and
unmanageable' Punsters," we both exclaimed.
"This is the _sell_!" he exclaimed, pointing to the ou
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