Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-02-07

General E. Burd Grubb, Ii Hung Chang and diversified opinion also from Mil lie Christine. the two headed nightin- gale.
 By giving mo an answer of 600 to 500 words for publication over your sigma ture you will do me great favor and aid us in settling this long vexed ques- tion regarding literary methods and as to what character of literature and at what time executed must be the literary work to outlive the corroding efforts of erosive centuries. :"
 4 dozen people reply to this letter. Some are literary. some are pugilists, some are bridge jumpers, some are mo- body at all. and you find, after you write your own opinion and see it published, that Mrs. Cleveland did not reply Only you and Steve Brodie wrote, with the exception of Mr. Scely of the National Shoe and Leather bank, perhaps. or some other person who has risen to promi- hence at Sing Sing ill d purely ephemeral way by means of his pen.
 The symposium turns out to be an ar ticle of mcrchandise, not prepared eSpe- cially for a great magazine, as represent ed or implied, but to he worked over into soap advertisements and quack circulars and heaven knows what else,
 In a cloakroom the other day this sub ject came mp, and several senators ex- pressed themselves They suffer good deal from miscellaneous pests because anything addressed to them in care of the United States senate will reach them.
 watched hotel cockruach of this class yesterday at Willard's. He came into the reading room. with molasses on his whiskcrs. and was about to say that he entered sirip-,itiously, but we will let that pass. He watched his chance and nipped morning paper while the owner was looking the other way. He then gradually worked his way into the most comfortable chair, and after he had read the paper up one side and down the other he espied spare sheet of hotel writing paper on one table and an cnvelope on another
 Quick as thought he acquired them and very likely became the head of a symposium Such man has it in his power to annoy a good many industrious
 
 of week on >,nutvhCd stationery and ask several hundred other people to please state what their views are on the question, Did Joan of Arc do right in wearing pants
 Grave senatorial graGGfatiltrs are ex- pectCd to shut themselves up in the con grcssional library with tin bucket of lunch and stay there until they settle this question. Earnest people all over the Union are asked to lay aside their various jobs that they may assist in get ting together an opinion on subject which interests nobody but the two leg ged syndicate" with the billygoat beard and the buttonhole bouquet of soft boiled egg.
 Speaking of asthetic decorations brings to mind n parlor ornament which saw in q country home last summer. It consisted of bunch of hay colorCd hair under 0 glass receiver which stood on a marble top table in tho sitting room. l learned afterward that when little Ambrose was a lad he had fried cake tresseS, with damp welt of this gingerSnap dough in a roll on the top of his head
 Had little Ambrose been called away to his celestial abode we could have stood this perhaps, but he is past 45 now and is his own hostler, judged, by his general air.
 Little Ambrose sells sewing machines and wears an umbrageous beard. thus saving enough necktie money to buy a side bar buggy. His neck has dashes of olive green freckle work on the back and wrinkles across it like snail tracks on the beach. He still regards himself as strangely beautiful and rides with one foot outside the buggy. thus expos ing to view q tight boot with immoral such boots as those generally VI by the lost and undone. Looking at little Ambrose at the age of <b, with a soft nat, formerly plum coloBed, but now faded to the color of tho Bad Lands, and with that droop and sag of the stomach which tell of salera- tus biscuits and blue mass. one would think that to burn those old tresses and sell the glass case would be no sin. He is living with his second wife now and trying to draw her late husbands PenSi0H. s== ..ayca rlvai wrote to con. gress about it. and now little Ambrose has changed his name to Pantaloons.
 In Hagenbeck's s justly celebrated con- 6TeSs of animals thero were at one time 17 ferocious carnivorous animals of diff ferent species mixed up together in a big steel cage. They sat around there Cor half an hour. half of them on the Republican side and half on the Demo cratic side of the cage, looking fierce for the purpose of earning their salaries, hut. in fact. perfectly at peace with each other. Thera was also Pefferian hoarhound that seemed equally at home gn both sides.
 Seeing the senator from South Caro-, hna continually lingering about Don Cameron's desk the other day reminded me of the peace that seemed to hover w L'