O THAT AIR!
At the Grand Opera, in Paris, the great excitement is the singing of the "Marseillaise," by Madame SASS. Not many months ago the Sans-culottes made the streets ring with this famous air, which was then a revolutionary one, but, since the declaration of war, has flushed up with the deepest dye of imperial purple. On the principle that "What is Sass for the goose is Sass for the gander," Madame S. certainly should not decline to sing the air on "t'other tack," when the time arrives for the Sans-culottes to demand it of her.
SINGULAR MISTAKE.
On Wednesday of last week a rumor prevailed in the city that most of the waiters in the hotels and restaurants were on a strike. Investigation proved, however, that the rumor arose from the immense number of Waiters congregated at Sandy Hook, waiting for the arrival of the winning yacht.
THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT.
Just when the weather was at its hottest, a newspaper item kindly stated that "yesterday, the sun's rays were tempered by a strong breeze."
Perhaps so; but they were very ill-tempered.
LOCAL.
There is in this city a rag-picker so wealthy that he can afford to drink wine every day. It is needless to say that Sack is the wine preferred by him.
SHEAR DISSIPATION.
A man having his head shorn in hot weather, in order that he may be able to continue his mad career of mixed drinks with diminished danger.
LATEST FROM THE SEAT OF WAR.
THE WAR SPIRIT IN FRANCE.--Cognac.
THE WAR SPIRIT IN PRUSSIA.--Kornschnapps.