entering, would confer a real favor on the fair
attendants. Any one who will watch the puz
zled, flurried look on the faces of some of our
belle amateur shop-keepers when they attempt
rendering change to the stranger in the shape
of half a dozen small notes of all denomina
tions, will certainly determine to smooth those
tinily-wrinkled foreheads, and remove the
load of care weighing down, only for a mo
ment though it be, the joyous looks of “ such
a sweet face.” It must have been some thought
like this which induced a jolly old bachelor at
the Gentlemen’s Furnishing Department the
other evening, to say to the dark-eyed lady-,
as he handed her a note in payment for pur
chases, and saw that she looked grievously
puzzled to make change, “Madame, it is my
earnest wish that youth and beauty never
change.” Instantly he departed, according
to the Marquis Grenouille’s sage maxim—
“ Leave as soon as you have said a good thing,”
or, as our friend Brown improves it—“ as soon
as you have done one!” h. p. l.
Visitors to the Post-office are requested to
observe that,
“ You can’t do hotter
Than ask for a letter.”
Especially one of the gift persuasion—all of
which contain either exquisite French Oants
sachets or perfumed gloves, photographs, or
other luxuries of the season. For the benefit
of those who are, like Ourself, “high up in the
figures ” on morality, and irrepressibly “down
on ” raffling—and other infinitesimally small
vices —we would state that none of these
letters contain thousand dollar greenbacks
—all reports to the contrary notwithstanding.
While staging at the “ Post Orifice ” we com
mend our readers to buy the “ New Book of
Nonsense, a Contribution to the Great Central
Fair in Aid of the Sanitary Commission,”
printed by Ashmead & Evans.
To say that this work is good, capital, or
any thing else, in one word, is to fall short in
praise, our language having been unfortunately
“played out” as regards single adjectives, by our
friends the reviewers. The pictures have, how
ever, a special dash, and style of humor, which
gives the book a strong character, while their
excellence, which is almost uniform, is most
admirably sustained. On opening it, we find
.that it is in some pictures after the manner of
the English Book of Nonsense, while others are
in a more varied and piquant style. The first
is evidently a hard hit at somebody, represent
ing a fashionable simpleton of the first-class,
with the following verse:
A dandy came on from New York,
An pompoue and stiff as a stork;
When he said “ you don’t know,
How to get up a show,”
They just—rafflod this dandy from York.
Very good is the highly [esthetic young
lady holding a volume of Plato;
TJia ID-A.X X.3T Fabb.
There was a young person of Boston,
And the vaguest of doubts she was tossed on;
Of Effect “ and of Cause”
She discoursed without pause
This remarkable person of Boston.
Perhaps the most ingenious and delicately
humorous picture is that of the young lady
from Maine, in which the artist has, with rare
tact, presented his subject just in that pecu
liar quarter profile in which any woman, with
a fine bust, seems to be beautiful, however
homely she may be in reality. Her tattle and
style are “miraculous.”
There was a youug person in Maine
Who, although undeniably plain,
Was possessed of such chic, that before she could speak,
She “did for” the “male sect,” in Maine.
The elderly gentlemen addressing this Maine
belle appears to be a portrait of the great ex
ploded celebrity, J. B.; it is, however, a mani
fest libel on that notorious misogynist, to de
clare that he was ever “done for” by any
lady.
We would say, in conclusion, of this book,
that its authors and illustrators have, in all in
stances, carried out their designs in the true
spirit of humor. We have seen a work of the
Bame kind, among the many extant, whose
writers and artists seemed to have been under
the impression that to be funny it is simply
necessary to be silly, and that anything drawn
badly is “ caricature.” From these mistakes
the work before us is entirely free.
The Floral Exhibition, is very fine in
deed ; if merit to be the test of luck, ’tis cer
tain to succeed. There all the air is redolent
of roses and of pinks, a lovelier show this side
of Heav’n was never seen —by Jinks! But we
don’t believe what somebody told us, some
where within the hour, that the Floral show
folks have obtained the famous Canary flower.
Its leaves spring from on egg-like cup, like
other flying things, and by and by the thing
puts forth a beak and feathery wings. So it
goes and grows more like a bird, till, on the
appointed day, it spreads its pinions, pipes a
tune, and rising flies away Please take a
look at the Photographs, they deserve it. The
labors through which our friends Graff &
Fassitt passed—their “ numerous” hard work
and incomparable spirit of would’nt-be-put
down-a-tive-ness (is there any of that word
dropped?)—really deserve a first rate notice.
The annexed is not bad.
THE BEWILDERED DEER.
A friend to one of the gay young bucks that
a few weeks since had full range of the square,
where we now hold the Fair, sends us the fol-
lowing
(The animal speaks.)
“ I don’t know what you men aro doing,
Building all round my privato Square;
For mo it isn’t Sanitary,
Although I know you call it “ Fair.”
The following notes on the Fair have just
been handed us:
“ John, love, are’nt you afraid some of these
things will go off?” said Mrs. Tremble to her
good husband in the Arms and Trophies Hall.
“ Certainly, love, that’s what they’re put here
for —that is on the table where the Gettys
burg relics are for sale.”
“ Miss X., told me,” wrote Mr. Z., “ that if I
would come up to the Fair, I should be shown
round. This is to certify that in that circular
department, the Restaurant, last evening I
was shone round.” Signed Z.
It was in the Floral Department, near the
fountain, talking with a violet sash and beau
tiful aid-the-flowers-de-camp, that Mr. Stf.w
ped was seen for an instant and heard to ask,
“If you was to plant a big bee right there in
that ere brown earth, what flower would come
up ?” For the dictionary’s sake we are
pained to say this answer is, “ honey-sucker!”
He asked one man and left. It was this : “If
I was to put my old man into a barrel of flour
what d’you spose would sprout?” He declared
the answer to be: “A White Poppy.”
An elderly gentleman, bitterly opposed to
waste, expressed his idea that he did’nt see
the use of having so many arches in the nave
or great Union avenue of the Fair. He in
tends addressing the following killing line to
the architect:
“ Insatiate archer would not one suffice ?”
....Why don’t we have more lady doctors ?
read the following from Jean Paul :
“ If women particularly desire to cure some
thing, I would propose to them, besides souls
—for they would be better soul-curesses than
the soul-curers are—wounds, as in some Span
ish provinces women remove the beard, so
should they also remove legs and arms; their
hands, so gentle, tender and apt, their keener
survey of what is actually before them, and
their compassionate hearts would certainly ns
sweetly heal common wounds as they make
those of the heart. Many a soldier, if the
female surgeon of his regiment were pretty,
would boldly expose himself to wounds, were
it only to have them bound by her, or suffer
his arm to be amputated by her in order to
give her his hand. The blood-fearing eye of
woman would become sufficiently hardened,
though not so flinty, as that of man; as the
Parisian fish-women prove by wounds and
blows. Moreover, at this present time, the
whole world is forming hardening schools for
the feelings—l mean wars.”
Exactly. The Great Fair has shown that
ladies can do “ a’most anything.” Once they
were almost the principal “leeches” known.
THE “FANCY BALL” AND THE “SKATING POND.”
These are institutions of the Great Fair
which excite a great deal of enthusiasm among
juvenile visitors. Both shows are gotten up
on the same principle. A party of puppets,
representing persons in the act of dancing or
skating, as the case may be, are set in motion
upon a revolving floor by means of a crank.
All round the sides of the floor ore perpen
dicular plates of looking-glass, two or three
feet in height, and by looking in at these,
through peep-holes near the top, the reflection
and re-reflection in the mirrors of the moving