Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1846-05-16

fragment of broken sentence than an
intimation respecting billiard balls and
chess-men now as " it is long lane
which has no turning" and this alley
happens to be short one, doubt the
necessity OF any notification whatever.
Perhaps this very idea crossing the
mind Of the painter while at the job,
accounts for its singular want of finish.
But, as before remarked, it is danger
GUS to. speculate too closely upon this
species Of advertisement for, as in
drought, SO in metropolis, all signs
fail.
The title Of book is an advertise
ment, and one which requires more
consideration than it generally re-
ceives. An author has BEGAN SO ia
miIiar with the commonplace sound OF
his own name, that he is unconscious
of the effect it may produce when con-
Joined with the subject on which ne
has been writing. Mark that short
necked man who came into Appleton
just now, for the purpose no doubt oil
making something Of ga BILL" Why
has he colored up, and why does he
move, in somewhat Of circular man.
ner to be sure, towards the door !! Is
he offended? No +; the first book he
set eyes upon was" Rush on the Brain"
Observe that well-fed looking old gen.
tleman what screwing up Of coun-
tenance, and sudden twitching up of
the right foot /; "Treadwell on the
Gout," meets his glance. SIS there,
nothing else, Madam, you would like
to look at ?" Nothing !" says the
lady with the smelling bottle, hysteri-
cally, as she leaves the shop. She had
seen quite enough-the title Of the first
book which bad greeted her, was " Bell
on the Nerves." and the second was
/" Pitcher on the Head" Now, my
self am not more squeamish than most
persons, but on certain occasion,
when little more bilious than usual,
| confess TO very bilge.watery sort of
feeling coming over me. as . Watts on
tho Stomach" stared me full in the
face. Let authors, who themselves Of
all others dread to be i'll spoken Of be-
hind their backs, have the same con-
sideration for their books.
The Obituary and the Epitaph form
another species of advertisement
The latter, like the signs before men,
toned, are rarely to be depended on );
their falsity has passed into proverb |;
and /" HE jacet' is generally with cor
rectness spelled in translation, Here
lies" The shorter the epitaph the
better. " My grieis cry louder than
advertisements" says Shakespeare !;
and hence l was always favorably
struck with the one on the tomb Of an
actor, once well enough known-"Exit
Burbagc."
With respect to the Obituary, re-
member to have seen one in by gone
days, which, after setting forth the
customary Christian fortitude and re-
signation,v contained an invitation for
the friends and relatives OF the deceased
to follow him, on the next day, to "that
bourne whence no traveller returns"
The style Of the above betrays the pen
of no very close reasoner, as the terms
of the invitation would be apt TO pro-
duce what logicians call non-seaui-
tur." The useful with the sweet"
was well combined in the obituary Of
!, a French shop-keeper who died years
ago in Paris. Therein the public were
made acquainted with the virtues OF
( the dcfunct, and informed in " nota
bene" that his inconsolable widow
|, still continued his business at the old
, stand"
: The grave got no victory, worth
speaking Of, over that woman.
In days OF yore something might be
! cleaned from the names of cities rela-
; tive to their several founders, locality,
or other peculiarities but that sort of
advertisement does not obtain TO any
, great extent with us of the New World.
One would suppose that nm insane
, schoolmaster had stood godfather for
, half the villages in the State of New
York witness Homer, Virgil, Ovid,
}, Troy, Carthage, etc., etc, and Rome,
too | wonder whether the inhabit-
ants have the face (the face includes the
nose, believe to call themselves Ro-
mans /! Now, this is unfortunate for
to the ear Of kniekerbocker i, sounds
not unprcttily--certainly not unpatri-
otically--to hear good ma,ron boast
OF her being an old Newly orker =
whereas it would 60 against the grain
of any lady in our sister city. Troy, to
proclaim herself san old Trojan"
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