P.—Good day. I am much pleased wite my progress in grammar, and I will see you again to-morrow with much pleasure. Good day, sir.
[Exeunt,
Stephen H. Branch, in his Cell at Blackwell’s Island—A Mournful Scene.
A lovely Family, at the iron door, peeping through its small perforations.
The Father.—What is your name, sir?
Stephen.—My name is Branch.
Father.—For what are you confined?
Stephen.—For an alleged libel.
Father.—On whom?
Stephen.—On Mayor Daniel F. Tiemann, Simeon Draper, and Isaac Bell, Jr.