I must own that it is much easier to be a tragedian than a light comedian before a $200 house.
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Cleveland, O., January 15.
The weather is so bad that I shall be unable to see anything of this city, which, people tell me, is very beautiful.
On arriving at the Weddell House, I met a New York friend.
“Well,” said he, “how are you getting on? Where do you come from?”
“From Buffalo,” said I, pulling a long face.
“What is the matter? Don’t you like the Buffalo people?”
“Yes; I liked those I saw. I should have liked to extend my love to a larger number. I had a fizzle; about three hundred people. Perhaps I drew all the brain of Buffalo.”