per jumped between
them, and they put off stabbing one another--until the next saint's day.

It was with pleasure that Caper, passing down the Corso one morning, saw
there was an Universal Panorama, including views of America, advertised
to be exhibited in the Piazza Colonna. 'Here is an opportunity,' thought
he, 'for the Romans to acquire some knowledge of a land touching which
they are very much at sea. The views undoubtedly will do for them what
the tabooed geographies are not allowed to do--give them a little
education to slow music.'

Accompanied by Rocjean, he went one evening to see it, and found it on
wheels in a traveling van, drawn up at one side of the Colonna Square.

'Hawks inspected it the other evening,' said Rocjean; 'and he describes
it as well worth seeing. The explainer of the Universal Panorama
resembles the wandering Jew, exactly, with perhaps a difference about
the change in his pockets; and the paintings, comical enough in
themselves, considering that they are supposed to be serious likenesses
of the places represented, are made still funnier by the explanations of
the manager.'

Securing tickets from a stout, showy ticket-seller, adorned with a
stunning silk dress, crushing bracelets, and an overpowering bonnet,
they subduedly entered a room twenty feet long by six or eight wide,
illuminated with the mellow glow of what appeared to be about thirty
moons. The first things that caught their eye were several French
soldiers who were acting as inspection guard over several rooms, having
stacked their muskets in one corner. Their exclamations of delight or
sorrow, their criticisms of the art panoramic, in short, were full of
humor and trenchant fun. But 'the explanator' was before them; where he
came from they could not see, for his footsteps were light as velvet,
evidently having 'gums' on his feet; his milk-white hair, parted in the
middle of his forehead, hung down his back for a couple of feet, while
his milk-white beard, hanging equally low in front, gave him the
appearance of a venerable billy goat. He was an Albino, and his eyes
kept blinking like a white owl's at mid-day. He had a voice slightly
tremulous, and mild as a cat's in a dairy.

'Gen-till-men, do me the playshure to gaze within this first hole. 'Tis
the be-yu-ti-fool land of Sweet-sir-land. Vi-yew from the some-mut of
the Riggy Cool'm. Day break-in' in the dis-tant yeast. He has a blan-kit
round him, sir; for it is cold upon the