The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-14

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 A Panorama of the War.
 This is street scene in Kars. We don't know who seen it, but we know it
 was saw. Probably some Russian czar
 it. The city is in state of siege. The gentleman in the foreground, feeling over his head for the ground, is a private gentleman in Cossack regiment. He is
 not feeling very we'll. He is i'll. A mo- ment ago he met fifteen-inch shell, and
 was too busy to get out of the way. His 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 be learns the Cossack is lead. He will bend over hislifeless form, and then he will weigh it, and put it in an item, to the last ounce, as a tumor he removed from gentleman in Scott county. Truly, in the midst of life we l are in death.
 The gentleman in gunny-bag trousers and long pipe is 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. Mo, et,e panorama on. That is Russian general. See the wide landscape stret ting away in the dim distance. Let h, stretch-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. It is nine miles long, without titles. When his. mother used to call him up to breakfast, she started at nine o'clock D. 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 not send it. Hehasn't time. He loses nine games of checkers while that citizen W wondering 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 tho nervous system, sixty cents for collecting rate on message, sixty-five cents on general prin- CiPlCS. llC iCdIub ditci WdIu LIdL tuc citizen yet has some money left, and he is going back in the morning to borrow it of him.
 This is Constant O'Neple. 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 of a b-d. burg. The sound of the bucksheesh is heard in the distance.
 This is a Christian martyr in Roslma- mia. He leans up against the awning post, and remarks that there isn't any use in Roumaniang around there any
 .;'r. He is book agent. He has been kicked down three pair of stairs, chased through an alley, bit by two dogs, been hit by a 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 vagrancy and on general suspicion, been chased out of town once as swindler, whipped by drayman, robbed of his watch, lost his hat, been called 789,000 books, one of which the man took and never pdlu ioT, anu on Ine otueI ne mdue a gross profit of eighty two cents. He is not rich, is this book-agent. You may publish 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 isies 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 ile 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 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 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 pie ture, in linen tunic and classic nose, is Grecian. They all wore noses of the same pattern. The gentleman down the valley is wiper at the B. X NJ. shops. He is just going down to rub up old 298, that had to be pulled of the bridge by switcL-engine the other day. This is milliner's clerk. He is going