New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-03-20

sornexhsrs an tia preruses and 10 have knocked Of
for q treat Two Other men we're asleep at 9 near
tablc whom the eioquence Of the Citizen seemed to
have para1yssd, and at thess he looked ever and
apon with sense Of deep injury, II he had piped
to them and they had mot danced A my wsll-worn
Carthagenian linssments were observed In place OF
tho expected police, howl from the centre OF
the crater Of pipe smoke:
"Citizen Bouquet Tipe K citoYeR p
Citizen schwab seized tine tray of flowers and laid
it on the bar Madame schwab looked at it as If all
the liberty IN the world did mot ornament like one OF
these, and old sewer rat of man, who. Judged.
had made vow never 10 wash and seldom TO work,
| cried
| "A bas Bos9ssti a bas Paristoraciei bas toHtP
Very weln said L :" / accept the invitation.
| You tcot while beer p
The drty-looking man. seeing that ne was not In
eluded in the beer slapped the side of his trousers
pulled out his checks. and made the dumb show OF
splitting ut me. OF the time singing his fingers
in my direction. and he subsided.
Madame Schwab,n said l. o fair exchange Is no
robbery; shall pay for my beer with spriR OF ge
ranum.S
"Nos interposed the Citizen schwab. stornly.
"a tyrannical decoration is not currency here. No
flowers viii be allowed in the republic of the fu-
| ture You pay Eve cents. or Drink your beetP
| The Madame smiled timidly and paid nv money
and decorated her all tho acme, calling her The
Rose Of IllinoyD where she was born. Schwab. OBJ
| serving that did not bestow some compliment on
him, took me by the shoulder. drew me to the end
of the bar and whispered-with alook up aud dow n,
as If we were watched:
lam for War, Citizen Bouquetp
Then exclaimed ], shaking loose. why didn't
| you marry bigger womsnP
The Rose of Iiinoy breathed of my bouquet rs II to
Il 10 noft fly 10
"Justus Schwab,n Issid, emboldened by thelady's
sympathy, "there is concealed Yankee in your
clothes Fat. common, lazy, vain and worthless "a
you are you are engaged in the drop game OF beat
ing the newspapers and public out OF q notoriety
only obtained by q rich mans son after driving
coach for years practising on the English drawI
long enough to become general iinguist You and
he are both the delighted products of an artiice.
Without earning dollar aud without an ounce OF
brains, you have forced yourselves to the front OF
occasional pity. consideration and contempt. You
are not for War; you are for beer. And yet, sue
cessful as you are in free ADVERTISING the mart you
keep lie about az Improbable as any beer
shop on the East Side. In that point OF
view you are q failure as Yankee. and
yet are no German. American you never can be till
you get another head on your shoulders and take
out that beer heart The adage 10 wrong IN your
case that he who drinks beer will think beer. Tou
drink beer and think blood. But you stop with the
thinking. Citizenl"
At this point the dirty-looking Gaul rushed mp TO
me and shook my hand thirstily and cried:
give RochetOrtp
THAT will do, my friend" responded, "either
Rochefort Br1e or plain Swiss is the cheese for me,
provided you settle for 1t. But reflection, pre-
fer that il should not be alice"
He scowled at me 6ercely, and then, as IL struck
by an idea, exclaimed: "You shall blow up Del
monicO's with bombP
!. mot In said l. "Tom ochiltree's your mani He
is real red.D
Here Schwab whose ever present vanity had been
hurt put in: "Citizen Bouquet, why am no Ger
manr
Because. you puSllanimous bladder of fat, If
you were German you would remember that
$4,000 of your German brethren were marched by
the Socialists of Paris to the barriers at the point Of
the bsyonet. and nothing protected their property
from rapine but the American hag1
ON THE RosTRUH.
TInintentional cries of :" Vivo BouqnetP arose
from various corners of the saloon and there was
shout of "a Ia tribune Spec oh Song from the
aristocrat BouqustP
Without any action of my own j found myself
standing in a chair, and Madame Schwab was wav- !
ing her handkerchief to encourage mo- Silence fell
upon everything except the of the two sleeping
Jacobins addressed them Is follows in prose and
verse:
Gentlemen and Madame, two wrongs do not
make right In the language of Ben Dsraeli as
sassinstion never changed the destinies OF tho
world And yet. Wrong everywhere, in the man
or the system, the exception or the age, has its
counterbalance and It's refnx, and in the language
of Shakespeare, we still have Judgment herel'"
At this point schwab's countenance seemed little
fallen. but the dirty man. stealthiy emptying the
dregs of my beer, and observing that saw him,
shouted loudly:
GlOirs Bosqati Vie le ma0aifqas! bas ls |
CARR
Addressing myself to the slender lady Of the long
blonde hair. resumed:
About five years or less after the suppression OF
Napoleon Bonaparte. the Russian soldiery In the |
brigade Of the Prince Troubetzkoi, who had tasted
the sentiments of freedom In France, revolted on
the grand piasa IN st. Petersburg. They were
moved down with cannon and their officers suffered
various dread penalties. Troubetzkoi himself and
his sops stripped Of their epaulettes and publicly
degraded were sent to Siberia for life. The noble
wife of the Prince was offered her liberty, but she
dsdained It, and accompanied her sons and husband
to the place of exile, and never would accept
pardon 1t was half o century, at least. ago. Not |
far from the site Of Troubezkofs revolt occurred
the Improbable scene Of yesterday"
/" HSps 2roubaskoil Vfue RoHssakoGF came In |
tremendous cries from the crater of pipe smoke.
Madame schwab." said ], here is poor transla-
tion made in the year 1865. of The Princess Trou-
hetzkoi." |
Dear. 'tis fifteen years Of exile;
Xou are wearier than
For my love is ali my country
And your country makes you sigh.
On your bosom all the Russias,
Still to me prince you are,
Aud our children in Siberia
Are more naughty than the Gear.
Glide me not that thus made them
Voluntary serfs with mo
Though all Europe may upbraid them
Cold and beaten, they are free
Free to hate the Throne you CHALLENGED.
H0Wsoever fortune hOut;
Terrible In their untameness.--
Toughened nv the bloody knonk