, 1873-05-25
DANBURY.NEWSiSM.

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Gorresroude,ce Of the Eo3to. 11a:sc,ipf: =:
Danbury is @ thriving manufacturing town. q
about 5000 inhabitants, largely given over tx
the appreciation OF jokes and tho manufacture
| Of l,a:s. We believe it has been engaged in ha
manufacture since-~well, since it wss destroyed
| by the British in 1777.,
| Early evening fo1nd uB creeping up dart
stairway to the composing and printing office o1
| tie Aces:
Ip one large room are the cases and presses.
and ferccd off by itscK in one corner is ths 7x11
plain-deal-boarl aanetrlin, III which We found thd
editor opening his mail.
| Coming along in tho cars to Danbury, na had,
| 1t our idleneHs, wondered If any of our fellow
! travellers wcr9 The editor gentleman care
| fully dressed and ado1n:d with spectacles was
| finally solicited as tho possible h1n,orist. We
| had mede up our mind to middie-aged man II.
broadcloth mud spectacles, and now no found q
fn1l-tsced young nan dressed in coarse clothes,
With scrupulous]y white linen and 10 necktio.,
IT may interest our ladyTeaders to know that
Mr.: Bailey ia remarkably fine looking be is
even-featurcd, with black flowing hair and etear
| dark complexion, and has an oyo thst shows
that, like John Glpin, ''he has pleasant
WITT
we'll epitomized in the following answer to cor
Respondent, lately published in the Ne,cs:
Noi5root, Auss. Tho editor Of this paper does not
lecture he ir married: H1r. Bailey has hnd great
hut las refused them Ill resolved 10 star in Danbury,
probably FROM untecogntzcd feeling that Ills II
! 'udud not to be changed by place."
In couyersation wo found him engaging and
oyeraoving with humor. A stenographer could
make q rich article sitting by md talking with
him. Many were the good things he said tho
evening re passed with him, and We shall long
remember our pleasant interview with :" this
most goniai genius: who, with no advertisement
save that afforded By country newspaper with
IN original circulation OF few hundred copies;
has become ono of the most quoted writer's III
the country, and bids fair, aa late critic says,
''to take his place at tho head OF American hu-
moTlsts."
THE FIRST SUNDAY N THE NEW HOUSE.
From the D0,ld.try 4sen1.
The first Sunday in tile new house is notable
day. Tbsre is an entire absence Of old land
thing, and you can't find your ahaving-soap. You
start for scuttle of coal, but you don't zee tho
scuttle. It la at the bottom OF barrel in the
garret. You take the dripping-pan. When you
il in one Of the hureau-drawers, which are piled
one upon another in the parlor, and you find
that yon have got to lift half d ton Of carpets
and feather-beds before you can get down to the
drawers. After you have Lifted them down aud
searched them through, it is remembered BY
your wife that the desired garment is in
one Of the barrels-the one in the shed, she
thinks, although it may be the one in tho garret,
and Jet it wuu1d be just like the stupid ca1man
to have carried that barrel down cellar. You
think 80, too. You attack one Of theae barrels,
aud ara surprised ut the result. 4 bed-qullt
comes out first. then pie-pan, next piece OF
cold ham neatly done up in yonr vest and packed
away IN tho missing scuttle. Below ia an assort-
ment OF ironware and a length Of stoye-pipe,' a
hnff-loaf Of bread, a couple Of towels, and 4
rolling-pin. You begin to expect you will even
tuany come upon coal-uine, and perhaps some
ngain, and come up with pleasing assortment
OF stockings and half-cmptied medicine-bottles.
Tho way you come up this time leads you
to consider the barrel itself. It has caught
in the back Of your vest and made the
cloth let go; it took off one-half of one sleeve,
and created . sensation on the back Of your
hand as if bonfire had ragged thero, It is quite
evident tie cooper vino built that barrel Wig
called away before he commenced to clinch the
nails. You 1nyofuntari1y grasp the rolling pin
and look around Al if you half expected to see
him. Then sou call tho girl to ropack the bar
re1, and Etart up stairs to look after something
that is easier to find. but finally change your
mind, and pass the balance Of tile day in dig
ging carpet-tacks and worthless wood from the
palms Of your feet, aud concocting lies about
the wealth Of your uncle and the moon looks%
through the window at night, aud touches up,
with glow Of FURNISHED silver, several lengths
of stoYepipe, a half-a dozen odd chairs, + sheet
of dirty zinc, and barrel With bed-quilts foam
ing over the top.