d cut down in his
salary!
Beware, oh my son, that thou pullest not the long bow ere the bowstring
be twisted, or ever the arrow be at hand--send not in thy bill ere the
customer have bought the goods.
Sell not the skin ere thou catchest the bear, and give not out thy
wedding cards before thou hast popped the question.
For all these things did HOLLINS--verily he hath his reward.
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CHRISTOPHER NORTH, in _Blackwood_, and many others since him, have
popularized this style of chronicle-English of the sixteenth century,
and our contributor has sound precedent for his imitations. 'Should time
permit, nor the occasion fail,' we trust to have him with us in the
following number. Our thanks are due to some scores of cotemporaries who
have republished the last Chronicle, and for the praise which they
lavished on it.
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To HENRY P. LELAND we are indebted for a
SONNET TO JOHN JONES.
Thou who dost walk round town, not quite unknown,
I have a word to speak within thy ear.
Hast thou no dread to hear in trumpet tone
'John Jones has got a contract!'--dost not fear
Thy children, yet unborn, may then disown
The parent, with whose name they thus may hear
Transactions worse than usury's heaviest loan
Of twenty odd per cent. and more a year?
Oh, John! I pray thee that within thy heart
The lesson that 'Police Court' teaches thee,
That other Jones' rob hen-roosts, and take part
In many a rousing fight and drunken spree,
May have its influence; and that thou wilt start
And have thy name changed, quickly as may be.
Who has not had his attention called to the small, black carpet-bags
which so greatly prevail in this very traveling community? Who has not
heard of mistakes which have occurred owing to their frequency and
similarity, and who in fact has not lost one himself? That these
mistakes may sometimes lead to merrily-moving, serio-comic results, is
set forth, not badly, as it seems to us, in the following story:--
THE THREE TRAVELLING-BAGS.
CHAPTER I.
There were three of them, all of shining black leather: one on top of
the pile of trunks; one on the ground; one in the owner's hand;--all
going to Philadelphia; all waiting to be checked.
The last bell rang. The baggageman bustled, fuming, from one pile of
baggage to another, dispensing chalk to the trunks, checks to the
passengers, and
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