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[Jani <de...@ar...>]

Artickly on Wednesday arternoons. But this time I thot I'd go and see
Ed. Ed has bin actin out on the stage for many years. There is varis
'pinions about his actin, Englishmen ginrally bleevin that he's far
superior to Mister Macready; but on one pint all agree, & that is that
Ed draws like a six-ox team. Ed was actin at Niblo's Garding, which
looks considerable more like a parster than a garding, but let that
pars. I sot down in the pit, took out my spectacles and commenced
peroosin the evenin's bill. The awjince was all-fired large & the boxes
was full of the elitty of New York. Several opery glasses was leveled at
me by Gotham's fairest darters, but I didn't let on as tho I noticed it,
tho mebby I did take out my sixteen-dollar silver watch & brandish it
round more than was necessary. But the best of us has our weaknesses &
if a man has gewelry let him show it. As I was peroosin the bill a grave
young man who sot near me axed me if I'd ever seen Forrest dance the
Essence of Old Virginny, "He's immense in that," sed the young man. "He
also does a fair champion jig," the young man continnered, "but his Big
Thing is the Essence of Old Virginny." Sez I, "Fair youth, do you know
what I'd do with you if you was my sun?" [Footnote 56: From "Artemus
Ward: His Book."] "No," sez he. "Wall," sez I, "I'd appint your funeral
to-morrow arternoon, & the _korps should be ready_. You're too smart to
live on this yerth." He didn't try any more of his capers on me. But
another pussylanermuss individooul in a red vest and patent leather
boots told me his name was Bill Astor & axed me to lend him 50 cents
till early in the mornin. I told him I'd probly send it round to him
before he retired to his virtoous couch, but if I didn't he might look
for it next fall as soon as I'd cut my corn. The orchestry was now
fiddling with all their might & as the