The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-08-30
PANORAMA or ras wan.

This is street scene ia hsrs, We
don't know who sceu ID, bat We know II
was saw. Probably some Russian csar
il. The city is 10 a state OF siege, The
gentleman in The foreground, feeling over
bic bead for the ground, Is private gen.
tleman In CosssCk regiment. lie Is not
feeling very well lie Is ill A moment
ago be met fiileeu inch she'll, and was
too busy 70 get away. His stomach,
lungs, and swallowing thing went on
with the she'll, aud he will never eujoy
square meal again. His comrades wish
to send for the doctor; be declines be
says he does not need him. Tie is right;
be can die without him. Tho doctor viii
weep when be learns that The Cossack Is
dead. He will bend over bis liloIess
form, and then he will weigh il and put
in an item, TO the last ounce, asa tumor
he removed from a gentleman in Scott
county. Truly, In the midst OF life we
are In death.
The gentleman IN guuny.bag trousers
aud long pipe Is Turk, lie is tho
friend Of The American journalist, who
uses him TO make puns Of. He viii not
last much longer At the rate the American
journalist is using him up. This is all
that anybody knows about the Turk or
Turkey, Move the panorama on.
This is Russian General. See the
wide landscape stretching away in the
dim distance. Let her stretchit doesn't
cost US anything, Iou cannot see lhe
Russian General for bis name, but he Is
there all the same. You can smell bis
breath; he eats tallow candles. This
makes him light-hearted. His name
comes In by the big rock ON the lett, fol.
lows the course of the meander' 'ng brook
In the valley. winds slowly up the noun
tain side, and disappears in the direction
of UlybIowilch. 1t is nine miles long,
without the titles. When his mother
used TO call him up to breakfast, she
started at p. m, took a long breath, and
talked II off til morning
This Is a telegraph office. The bright
looking young man at the table is West
ern Union operator The little brass aud
steel thing ticking away on the table is
the instrument. The operator is very
easily distinguished from the instrument.
He cannot talk so fast as the instrument,
but he can sleep great deal more lie
is going to sleep now. The man leaning
over the counter is a heariless citizen,
who has The cheek to ask the operator TO
send dispatch for him. The operator
takes the message, but he does not send
IL he hasn't time; he loses nine games
of checkers while that citizen Is wonder
ing why he doesn't get any reply to bis
dispatch. Then the citizen starts out TO
walk to the place and see the man; he
fluids him, aud soon after they meet the
dispatch comes along The citizen re-
members and recognizes IL; he IS affected
to tears. The operator finds him aud
charges him forty cents for sending the
message, forty.five cents for the wear aud
tear of the instrument, fifty cents for the
strain on nervous system, sixty cents for
collecting rate on general principles. lie
learns afterward that the citizen yet has
some money left, and be is going back in
the morning to borrow it of him.
This is Constant O'Nople. lie is the
leader of the muscIe.men. All the
O'Noples are muscular men. Constant
O'Nople isn't afraid of st. Petersburg.
He isn't even afraid of BID burg. The
sound of the bucksheesh is heard in the
distance.
This is Christian martyr of Rou-
mania. He leans up against the awning
post, aud remarks that there isn't any
use in Roumania around here any longer.
lie is book agent: be has been kicked
down three pair of stairs, chased through
an alley, bit by two dogs, been hit with a
poker. slapped with boot jack, had a
| lump raised on him with barrel stave,
been pushed into cistern, got lost twice
in strange streets, been arrested four
times on charges OF vagraney, aud on
general suspicion, been chased out Of
town once AS a swindler, whipped by a
| draymau, robbed Of lis watch, lost bis
hat been called 7S9,00l different kinds Of
names, and sold two books, one OF which
the man took aud never paid himfor, and
on the other he made a gross profit OF
eighty-two cents. lie is not rich, is this
book agent. But he is good. BE kind
10 the book agent. You may publish a
book OF your own you will want sold
some day .-Bartiagton Hawheye.