The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1877-06-15

the nations of the old world stand aghas
at the spectacle in which they may S
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life or death.
A Panorama of the War.
This is street scene in Kars. w,
don't know who seen it, but we know i
was saw. Probably some Russian czar
it. The city is in a state of siege
The gentleman in the foreground, feeling
over his head for the ground, is private
gentleman in a Cossack regiment. He i.
not feeling very well. He is ILL., A mo-
ment ago he met ffteen-inch shell, and
was too busy to get out of the way Hi:
stomach, lungs, and swallowing thing
went on with the shell, and he will never
smile and never enjoy square meal
again. His comrades wish to send for
the doctor. He declines. He says he
| does not need him. He is right. He
can die without him. The doctor will
weep when he learns the Cossack is lead.
| He will bend over his lifeless form, and
then he will weigh it, and put it in an
J item, to the last ounce, as a tumor he
| removed from a gentleman in Scott
county. Truly, in the midst of life we
| are in death.
The gentleman in gunny-bag trousers
and long pipe is a Turk. He is the
friend of the American journalist who
uses him to make puns of. He will not
last much longer at the rate the Ameri-
can Journalist is using him up. This is
all that anybody knows about the Turk
or Turkey. Move the panorama on.
That is a Russian general. See the
wide landscape stretching away in the
dim distance. Let nerstretch-it doesn't
cost us anything. You cannot see the
Russian general for his name, but he's
there all the same. You can smell his
breath. He eats tallOw candles. This
makes him light-hearted. His name
comes in by the big rock on the left, fol-
lows the course of the meanderiDg
brook in the valley, winps slowly up the
mountain side, and disappears in the
direction of Ulpblowitch. 1t is nine
miles long, without titles. When his
mother used to call him up to breakfast,
she started at nine O'Clock p. M, took
long breath, and talked it off till morning.
This is telegraph office. The bright
looking young man at the table is a
Western Union operator. The little
brass and steel thing ticking away ON the
table is the instrument. The operator
is very easily distinguished from the in
strument. He cannot talk so fast as the
instrument, but he can sleep great deal
more. He is going to sleep now. The
man leaning over the counter is heart
less citizen, who has the cheek to ask
the operator TO send a dispatch for him.
The operator takes the message. But he
does net send it. He hasn't time. He loses
nine games of checkers while that citizen
$ W ordering why he doesn't get any re-
ply to his dispatch. Then the citizen
starts out to walk to the place and sees
the man. He finds him, and, soon after
they meet, the dispatch comes along.
The citizen remembers and recognizes it.
He is affected to tears. The operator
finds him, and charges him forty cents
for sending the message, forty-fve cents
for the wear and tear of the instrument,
fifty cents for the strain on the nervous
system, sixty cents fer collecting rate on
message, sixty-fve cents on general prin-
ciples. He learns afterward that the
citizen yet has some money left, and he
is going back in the morning to borrow
it of him.
This is Constant O'Nople. He is the
leader of the muscle-men. All the
O'Noples are muscular men. Constant
O'Nople isn't afraid of St. Petersburg.
He isn't even afraid ofa b-d burg. Tie
sound of the bucksheesh is heard i'll the
distance.
This is Christian martyr in Rouma-
mia. He leans up against the awning
post, and remarks that there isn't any
use in Roumaniang around there any
longer. He is a book agent. He has
been kicked down three pair of stairs,
chased through an alley, bit by two
dogs, been hit by poker, slapped with
boot-jack, had a lump raised on him
with barrel-stave, been punched into a
cistern, got lost twice in strange streets,
been arrested four times on charges of
vagraucy and on general suspicion, been
chased out of town once as swindler,
whipped by a drayman, robbed of his
watch, lost his hat, been called $4,000
different kinds of names, and sold two
books, one of which the man took and
never paid for, and on the other he made
a gross profit of eighty-two cents. He is
not rich, is this book-agent. You may
publish a book of your own you will
want sold some day.
The isle of Greece. "The isles of
Greece, where burning Sappho loved and
sung" The Isles of Greece are probably
kerosene isles. The isles where SapphO
burned were undoubtedly the same kind.
Started the kitchen fire with them.
There is the lie in the gallon tin can
under the table. That is Sappho swear
ing at the stove because it won't draw,
and looking for the kerosene. She is
going to make q balloon ascension in
few minutes, and just as like as not she
will FORGET to go outdoors before she
starts up through the roof ints the blue
ccrulean dome above. The aisles where
she loved and sung were different aisles
in the church probably. She was
naughty, to a degree, but rather nice.
The isles of Greece are in no manner
connected with the ex-iles of Erin.
The gentleman to the right of the pic
ture, in linen tunic and classic nose,
is a Grecian. They all wore noses of
the same pattern. The gentleman down
the valley is a wiper at the B. u NJ.
shops He is just going down to rub up
old 298, that had to be pulled off the
bridge by a switch-engine the other day.
This is a milliner's clerk. He is going
to enlist..iH the suffers department. See
his cuffs hang out over his hands. He
wears a three and half boot. And a
hat two sizes smaller. He does not work
because ne mas 10. SALARY Is uO ODJOCI
to him. Neither is it to his employers.
They consequently pay him eleven dol
lars a month. They are not avariciOus
men. They would pay him half as much
rather than have him discontented. He
would make excellent fish-bait. He is
going to war, but he does not know
which side he will fight on. He can't
tell until he sees which uniform ia
most becoming to his complexion.-BtT-
tington Ha1Okeye.