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Bunkum itself to hear the news-boys holler it as loud as if it had something in it, with as much fuss for all conscience as when they holler, • Here's the Sun, Er'ld and Try-bune; got the late news from Europe ! Great battle in Mexico! Queen's got a new baby!' etc., etc. So we rose up from our chair, dismissed our devil, with a copy in hand, put on our coat, took up our hat, seized our cane, walked down stairs, put on our hat, put into our mouths one of our best segars, and picking our steps went on our way, calling out at the tip-top of our lungs after the aforementioned news-boy, as our curiosity was not a little excited. We gave the urchin a bran new five-pence which war n't earned by the bread of idleness, pocketed our prize, walked back to our sanctum, took off our coat, hung it up on our left hand, put on our specs, squirted a good streak into our spitting-box, took out our paper, laid it on our table, put our legs up on the cornice of our ceiling to relieve our position, unfolded our newspaper on our knees, and so accoutred, armed, equipped at all points for the encounter, which was to do us all up, sink our undertaking, sow us up in a bag of the Bosphorus, and scare us off our ground without a blow, we unfolded our newspaper, and in the stillness of our sanctum, screwing our courage up to the sticking point, fixed our eye steadily on the leading article. In a very few minutes our readers may rest assured our spirits were revived. We read on, on, on to the end of the first column, calmly shifted our legs to the top of the windowframe, the window being open, and after that, calling to Mr. Thomas, who had the imposing-stick in his hand in the adjacent room, called his attention to it, and in tones as calm and unmolested as we now speak to you, touching our finger to the page, we said to him. WE SHALL REPLY TO THAT ARTICLE!'

Such was our first acquaintance with the CHRONICLE. Now let our readers turn back, if they will remember, to the fact that we charged them a while back particularly not to forget. It is here where we are going to make our first charge on this bag of wind of a non-plus. Where's his principles ? That's the point! We have looked all through his paper and can't find one iota or scintilla of a platform. It would want the eyes of an Albany Argus to find any; and a man without principles at this advanced stage of civilization is unworthy of the support of a free community where the temperance reform is still progressing. I do n't say that he has bad principles, but that he has no principles. If so, what are they? Not those of '98 assuredly. Those have been kept before the public in Clark's KNICKERBOCKER, and by all the patriots of Washington's day till this time. Those principles will always be respected, and people will call their little ones WASHINGTON and JeFFERSON and Madison attached to their surnames, till thrones shall be no more :

•Cloud-capt towers and gorgeous palaces,
Yea all it doth inherit ;
And like the gorgeous fabric of a vision
Leave not a rock behind.'

A man of no principles ! That's the great fault of the good-humored of our day. It is n't that they're native bad ones, but they're only accidental good ones. They do n't know where they 're going when they walk down Broadway, and if they help a poor creater out of the gutter, there's no credit into it. They're jest as likely to go and get into a dreadful scrape, and when they lie down at night they do n't reflect upon their principles. They got no principles. They got no platform to stand onto. Consequence is, they're shifted about when the current blows east, or when the current blows west, jest as it happens. There's the rock that our friend the Chronicle’ is going to split onto, and we give him this warning in p'int of time.

• Not aware of having any principles in particular! Was ever such an auricular confession as this ever made into any man's ears, since Noah's deluge? We trow not. We beg leave to whisper one little specimen into the lappet of our friend's cranium; namely, that those who have no principles at first will soon degenerate and subside into some principles that the police can get hold of, and this without a spark of intentional malice on our part. For us. we think that principles are as much to be attended to from the very first start as other things, not to say more so; we can't help it; and we should infuse them into a child of three years of age as quick as we would his рар,

and before he puts on his pantaloons. Our very roller-boy has got principles, or else he would be discarded indignantly. down the stairs of this office, at the rate of three steps to a time, to pick up his bread where he could do it without principles. Is n't nature full of 'em ? There is the principles of air, and the principles of water, and the principles of fire, also of the very earth we tread on every time we go into our office. There is the principles of honesty, and the principles of dishonor; the principles of discord and the principles of examination; the principles of right and wrong; the principles of beauty, and so

The states’-prison is the only place where there is no principles ; and there, if we carried it out, we would find ourselves mistaken, for there is the principles of strength in stone blocks and iron bolts, and that in plenty. Not aware of having any principles in particular !' We think we've disposed of that p'int - for the present.

We are now going to call the attention of the reader to the fallacy of an algebraic process or diagram in the Prospectus, which may excite the risible muscles of those mathematically disposed or otherwise, who have no talents to see into its absurdity. The passage is this : · When in the course of human or inhuman events it becomes necessary


any man or any body of men to detach themselves from the quiet circle of private life, etc., etc., to increase from the moral value of 1) to that of Censor Morum + y yy y y, (ad. inf.,) etc., etc.'

We must confess that our knowledge of Anglo-Saxon English is at a loss for verbiage to demolish stuff similar to the foregoing above. We utterly despise the man who will say

may be misunderstood under a formula which nobody can understand. It is n't so much that a weak man will do it, as that weaker men will do it over again. This we see daily, while the good taste of juniors is corrupted and turned into ridicule by their follies. We like to see a strong-headed, lion-hearted, bushy-headed individual, with a chin like a nose sticking out like a promontory into the great ocean of air,



say somethin' or 'nother just as nobody else can say it; we like to see a subjeck in the pulpit or in the desk made so plain that it sticks right out. In the meantime, save us from those who do n't know what they 're going to say, and yet have the audacity to say it. We knowed a man once't who did it, and think we've discovered his ditto. But his ditto will be much mistaken if because he has

got the same audacity, and even more brazen, he reckons he can say that nothing as well as our friend could do it. For if you have n't got nothing to say, it is well to say it well ; so that there is n't nine persons out of ten but what will think that something has been said, and will fish with a line and pole in their poor shallow brains for ten days to pull it up, but no bite. There is a friend of mine will say nothing; a positively emphatic and inflectioned nothing; pause, look

you right in the countenance with a jocose smile, and bring his meaning home to you by thrusting the fore-finger of his right hand into the pit of your stomach. This man will bring out of the stables of his intellect the greatest cavalcade of richly-caparisoned and well-looking words harnessed to a little bit of a meaning I ever seen. In the middle of a dinner he will hit you in this way,' making the beef-steak almost fly out of your mouth; till I told him out and out in toto I could n't digest his meaning, and to meddle with my other digestion was beyond his province. After that I always thought he played a little shy. The fact is, he was afraid of me.

We trust the Chronicle' will not mistake our meaning in any thing we have said. We go upon a fixed set of standard, basis PRINCIPLES, and will never sheer one iota, so help us the Constitution of the United'n States'n, from the platform inscribed at the head of this paper! And another thing ; we will never consent to be brow-beaten while we sit in this office and are intrenched with this editorial pen, by a man who, by his own confession, has notoriously set out without no principles. Are the community to acknowledge such a leader, much more such a leader as was contained in the last editorial of the

Bunkumville Chronicle ?' If there is any blush of shame remaining in the cheeks of the public, we trow not. Mr. Thomas thinks we have reduced the gentleman to a grease-spot; but we have only to say, in conclusion, that if he is a grease-spot, his blood be upon

his own head !


Our Visit to the City.

We do n't know when we were more sucked in and indignant than on a visit which we paid on the tip-toe of expectation to Colonel Fremont's Woolly Horse from the Rocky Mountains. If they call this a lusus naturæ, then we do n't know what a lusus naturæ is. We do n't believe that the Colonel ever saw the animal which we now allude to, but that it is an altogether humbug, for which twenty-five cents are literally extorted directly out of the hard-working pockets of community. Seeing a great deal said about it, and our curiosity on the key-veeve, as they call it in France, and attention called to it by placards and advertisements, as we were walking up Broadway armin-arm with a warm-hearted friend, we paid down our twenty-five cents and walked in, expecting to see something. We appeal to any equestrian in existence if there did n't stand a mere ordinary horse with a bald tail ; which is something unusual, it is certain, but not worth twenty-five cents to see the hairs off; though if we owned a horse we would give four times that quantity to have them on. We had n't patience to examine the wool on his back, for there was so little of it, and artificially curled with Rowland's Macassar oil. He had a pretty head and a meek eye, indicating a good family; but in other respects a clumsy creater, expressly prepared for market; and we think it had been more judicious to keep him out of view. The poor creater seemed to be the greatest wonder to himself that he should be such a show ; some combing out his locks, except his fetlocks, of which he had none, others speculating on the pitiable want of his tail of hairs, which attracted all eyes and not a little sympathy, while they all went out of the room looking sheepish enough about their own part and lot in this woolly horse ; and, as most judicious, under all circumstances of the case, silent as death. The hostler could hardly keep his own countenance, while to lose it would be to expose the whole joke. We thought that a manger would be appropriate for him in Mr. Barnum's second story, with his head out of the window.

We throw out these remarks for the benefit of any citizen of Bunkum who would wish to save his twenty-five cents; and for ourselves, we never made such an Ass of ourself as in going to see the foregoing 'horse!'

The Aerial Machine. HERE is another horse, of a different nature, which we went to see, and came away well pleased, because it did n't cost nothing but our time, and that we give cheerfully for the sake of science, the exhibition being free gratis. This projeck we heartily wish may be established on a successful footing, as every friend of flying will wish them GOD-speed, and that's fast enough. We often get tired of walking on the flat ground, with our noses not six feet at the most above snakes. Genius always will desire to fly, and never rest easy, we think probable, until it has acquired that great desideratum. When a man is in a foreign country his thoughts fly home. When a lover is away from his mistress he is ready to fly at her at a moment's warning. Poets are bound to fly, and this winged horse, which we looked at in perfect amazement, we should think was the very thing for them, carrying them to the star-light of Orion and Pleiades, and

To give our readers a little idea of the machine, let them imagine a long room called • The Coliseum,' resembling we suppose in its minor details that pompous structure which Ramsbottom and other travellers have visited by moonlight in Rome. But the present structure was illuminated and lit up by gas; a good substitute for moonshine when moonshine is scarce, which for the sake of high water we hope it will not be altogether, as commerce has enough already to contend with.

more too.

The first thing that attracted our notice was what we can give the reader no more graphic idea of imagining and bringing home to his own heart than by supposing a segar in a state of dropsy or inflation, suspended by the mere force of gas within three feet of the ceiling, and hanging apparently with no effort of its own. We immediately said to our warm-hearted friend : This of itself is a triumph"; the whole thing is hanging ;' to which he assented. The next feature which attracted our notice was the tail of this machine, of a rather better model, we are free to remark, than the tail of Fremont's horse, if we may be permitted again to allude to that deception. Then we come to a sweet little steam-engine suspended under the belly of the Ærial Machine with a little twine, which was puffing away as if it would split its little bosom with the asthma, and so keeping its wings agoing, while the star-spangled banner waved in triumph a little this side the tail, which steered it admirable, while the engineer led it carefully all round the room with a long string, to prevent it hitting its nose against the pillars; and all the people said it was good. It was altogether a most enthusiastic thing. Success to it, say we.

Musical Criticisnr.

The ' PUFFINGTON Family' completed an engagement at Bunkum last week. We were quite pleased to see the success they met with, being greeted by full benches, who seemed delighted with their powers. Every seat was taken up, and it was difficult to get a stool. The room was very warm, owing to too much fire being kindled; a defect which we hope to see remedied hereafter. We can assure our readers that there was nothing theatrical about the entertainment. If there was a drop-curting, or the least thing which looked like a dialogue, or a opera, or a farce, we would be the last person to recommend it, as we have daughters of our own.

But we do say that music has charms to tame a savage, to sooth a rock and split a cabbage.' Little Miss PUFFINGTON sang her music charmingly. The base singer has a splendid organ, of powerful timber, but a little unsteady; perhaps we should say, not entirely confident of grip in some of the upper potes. The tenor sang like a dozen angels. He shows depth, tone, penetration, a succinct method, discrimination, perfect freedom in alt, but no practice. The other singer has a plump style, a little exaggerated occasionally in expostulatory passages, owing to too sudden shifting of his crescendo from sideways to upside down." Let him look to this. There are several celebrities now on the way to Bunkum, of which we shall give notice in due point of time. The taste for music we think has received an impetuosity from the onset of the PUFFINGTONS. The family are going South. We bespeak them a bumper.

New Books.


We have just risen from the perusal of this work, which is sweetly written. We think it is a little in favor of monarchy, but that may be accounted for from the fact that the author is an Englishman ; and being a native of the soil, he would not of course go about to soil the natives. Let the republican therefore be careful; for his works take such a hold on the mind that it is necessary to mind your hold. His style is pleasing, except to a very few, who can leap over that to the subjeck-matter. Charm he will, for he has the will to charm you. In all that Macaulay has ever touched, so far as his fame as a writer goes, there is very little which can touch MACAULAY. His admirers are many, and his imitators more; because those who ad

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