out of B.'s hand, with a suddenness that
completely mesmerized him.

"Gentlemen," says the landlord to the officers, "do your duty!"

"Why, look here!" says B., squirming about in the grasp of the officers,
and reaching over for the landlord and his wallet--"what the thunder are
you about? Come, I say, none of your darn'd nonsense now; let me go, I
tell you, and hand back that wallet, Mister ----."

But B. was "a goner." They favored him with no explanation, of course,
and were about trotting him forth to the Mayor's office, when a well
known Anthracite merchant came in, in quest of B. Some inquiry followed,
explanation ensued, and the result was, that after poor B. got a little
reconciled to the _joke_, he joined issue with a laughing chorus at the
expense of the _sold_ landlord, who, in consideration of all hands
keeping _mum_, put the party through a course of juleps.

I may as well observe, that I regret there is no particular _moral_ to
this sketch.

Scientific Labor.

"Bob, what yer doing now?"

"Aiding Nat'ral History."

"Aiding Nat'ral History--what do yer mean by that?"

"Why every time the kangaroo jumps over the monkey, I hold his tail
up."

Who was that Poor Woman?

I do not know a feminine--from the piney woods of Maine to the
Neuces--so given to popularity, newspaper philippics, and city item
bombards, as Aunt Nabby Folsom, of the town of Boston. The name and
doings of Aunt Nabby are linked with nearly all popular cabals in
Faneuil Hall, the "Temple," "Chapel," or Melodeon--from funeral orations
to political caucusses--Temperance jubilees to Abolition flare ups; for
Aunt Nabby never allows _wind_, weather or subject, time, place or
occasion, to prevent her "full attendance." The police, and over-zealous
auditors, at times _snake her down_ or crowd her old straw bonnet, but
Aunt Nabby is always sure of the polite attention of the "Reporters,"
and shines in their notes, big as the biggest toad in the puddle.

Indeed, Aunt Nabby is one of 'em!--a perfect she-male Mike Walsh. She
will have her _say_, though a legion of constables stood at the door;
her principal _stand-point_ is the freedom of speech and woman's rights,
and she goes in tooth and nail _agin law_, Marshal Tukey, and the entire
race-root and rind of the Quincys--particularly strong! Aunt Nabby is
subject to a series, too tedious to mention, of "sells" by the _quid
nuncs_ and rapscallions of the day, and one of thes