Bill Bumpus walked for several hours in the suburbs yesterday. In order to have the advantage of exercise, he carried a basket on his head, and was understood to intimate in a loud tone that it contained sprats, which he distributed to the humbler classes at a penny a plateful.
THE HIGH-ROAD TO GENTILITY;
OR
MRS. WOULD-BE’S ADVICE TO HER DAUGHTER.
Now, Charlotte, dear, attend to me,
You know you’re coming out,
And in the best society
Will shine, beyond a doubt.
Things were not always so with us,—