Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1853-07-09
From the N. Y. Musical World and Times.
A Visit 10 Barnum's Museum.

lSlt W DuTnuUlh WubeuHs
II is possible that every stranger may sup
pose, MS did, on first approaching Barnum's
Museum, that the greater part of its curiosi-
ties nre on the outside, aud have some fears
that its internal will not equal its external
appearance. But, nfter crossing the thres-
hold he will soon discover his mistake. The
first idea suggested will perhaps be that the
view, from the windows, OF the motely,
moving ihrong in Broadway-the rattling
numbering carts, carriages and omnibuses-
the confluence of the vehiculnr and human
tides which from so many quarters come
pouring Inst the Musuem--is, to Ito adopt
the language of ndvertisements,) "worth
double the price of admission"
The visitors attention will unquestionably
be next arrested by the Bearded Lady Of
Standardization OF the most curious curl
osities ever presented. A card, placed in
pleasant juxtaposiion to the lady," con-
veys the gratifying intelligence that "Visitors
nrc allowed to torch the beard" Not man
in the throng lifts MI investigating finger
Your penetration, Madame Cloiilllin, does you
infinite credit. You knew, well enough, that
your permission would be just rs good rs
handcud to every pair of masculine wrists
in the company. For my own part, should
no more neddle with your beard, than with
Mons. Clofulia's. ] see no femnity in it,
Its shoe-brush aspect puts me on my deco
rum. am glad you raised il, however, just
10 show Barnum that there is something
new under the sum-" and To convince men
in general that woman can accomplish
about anything she undertakes.
have not come 10 New York TO stifle my
inquisitiveuess. How did you raise that
beard Who shaves first in the morning
YOU or your husband? Do you use the Wo-
mans Rights razor? Which of YOU does
the strap ping? How does your baby know
you from its father? What do you think Of
us smooth faced sisters? Do you (between
you and mel prefer to patronize dressmnkers
or tailors? DO you sing tenor or alto? Are
you master or mistress of your husbands
affections ?-Well; nt all events, il has teen
something in your neutral pocket to have
"tarried at Jerico till your beard was grown"
What have we here? Canova's Venus.
She is exquisitely beautiful, standing there in
her sculplurcd graces; but where's the Apol-
lo' All, here's sleeping Cupid, which is
better. Mischeivous little imp Pm off
before you wake Come we now to pet
rifaciion Of horse and his rider, crushed in
the prehensie embrace of monstrous SER
pent, found in Il cave where it must have lain
for ages, and upon which ones Imagination
might pleasantly dwell for hours.-Then,
here are deputaiions from China-dom, in the
shape of Mandarins, ladies of quality, SER
wants, priests, &c, with their chalky com-
plexions, huckleherey eyes and sbaven polls
Here, also. is Chinese criminal, packed into
n barrel with n hole in the lid, from which
his head protrIdes, and two Mt the side from
whence his helpless paws depend. Poor
Min Yung, you ought to reflect on tho error
of your wnys-tlIough, confess, you've not
much chance TO room-inaio.
Here are snakes, insects and reptiles Of every
description, corked down and pinned up, as
all such gentry should be,--most of 'em,
preceive, labeled in the masculine gender
Then there's a " bear" the thought of whose
hug makes me utter an involuntary pater
nosier and cling closer to the arm of my
guide. J tell you what, old Bruin, as hope
to travel, trust you've left none of your cubs
behind.
Here is a group of Suliotc chiefs, and
in their midst Lord Byron, with his shirt
upside down land here is the veritnble
caringe that little queen Victoria used TO
ride in, before the crown Of royalty fretted
her fair girish temples. Poor little embryo
queen How mnny times since, do you sup
pose, she has Tonged to step out of those
jeweled robes, drop the burdens state inn
poses and throw her weary limbs, with
child's careless abandon, on those slken
cushinns free to laugh or cry, to sing or sigh.
Then, here is n collection of stuffed birds.
whose rainbow plutnage has darted through
clustering iolinge, fostered in other attitudes
than ours. Nearly every species of beings
that crawl, or fly, or walk, or swim, is here
represented. And what hideous monsters
some of them are! "prelty kettle Of
| fish " some of the representatives of the
fnny tribe would make once thought
would like TO he buried in the ocean, but
had discarded that idea befnre | had been
| in the Museum an hour. | should Mt want
such scaly sci" of creatures swimming in
in the same poud with me.
Il had nearly forgotten the" Happy Fam.
lily" Here ore animals and birds which are
the natural prey oi each other, living together
in such pleasant harmony as would make O
quurrelsonie person blush to look upon. A
sleek rat, probably overcome by the Oppres
sive weather, was gently dozing-a cat:
neck supporting his sleepy head in mos
pillow-ly manner. Mutual vows of friend
ship had evidently been exchanged and rat
flied by these natural enemies. | have moi
time to mention in detail the many striking
instances of fraternizatiOn among creatures
which have been considered each others
irreconciable foes. Suffice il to say, thai
Bamum and Nonh arc The only men on re-
cord who have brought nbout such state o.
harmonic antagonism, and that Barnunl j:
the only man who has ever made money by
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