Correspondents will address Stephen H. Branch through the Post Office, whose editorial room will be in a house, whose floor is the green earth, and whose ceiling is the glittering dome of Heaven, until his patronage will enable him to hire commodious apartments in the central business portion of the city.
Our warm and graceful salutations to the editors of New York, who clung to us in adversity, whom we will love forever.
A Puff of Merit without Charge.—William W. Britt engraved our Alligator, whose widespread jaws speak for themselves in tones of thunder.
Advertisements are One Dollar a line. The overshadowing Bonner cannot have a page, lest he shoot the Alligator with our wadding.
We shall have no pictures for premature children, save the omnipotent Alligator, who can devour a lion, or swallow, an eagle without contortion.