I feel for that unfortunate Milesian. I feel that in his punishment, landmarks are swept away and that an old established usage, sanctified by the experience of immemorial ages, is overturned.
March 2, 1867.
[THE ORGAN GRINDER.]
HE is the child of sunny Italy, and it is to be regretted that he is not with his parents.
Likewise his monkey.
I was reminded this morning that Spring is slowly coming up this way, by meeting him and his organ and his red-blanketted monkey; and the air was full of the infernal jangle and din, ground out by that remorseless man; and as I passed along I reflected.