Volume 3 (1858-1859) (592 pages)

OUR SOCIAL CHAIR. 235 of Mr. 8. Masury. While looking at the counterfeit presentments of some of the most noted of Boston celebrities, with which the rooms do much abound, there came in a queer-looking personage, bearing under one arm arollof paper. A comical dog he was—a sort of mixture: a cross, aparently, between a Vermont horsejockey and a Methodist parson. His speech was a most attenuated drawl, with the camp-meeting style of ending. Seating himself, and depositing on the floor beside him a seedy-looking hat, he eyed the company present with a curious and deliberate stare. After some minutes, he fixed his gaze on Mr. Masury, the proprietor, and approached him, unrolling, as he advanced, the paper bundle. His story I will give you in his own words, only regretting that I cannot convey the tone and style: ‘If the proprietor is disengaged, I’d like to speak with him a few minits. I have for sale tew picters ; but before I show yeou the picters, I’d like to tell yeou who Ia-am. My name is De Forest: I’m a minister of the Gospel—ewe-sed up for the past’rage, ’n account o’ deefeness. The picters I got to show yeou are tew—the Lord’s Pra-i-r-e and Go-and-Sin-n’-More. Areound the border you ’ll see ten an-gels; each one on ‘em is givin’ utterance to one o’ the ten commandments: also, a bee-hive, which is the emblem of industree. Lest any gentleman should be disposed to deoubt the truth o’ what I’m a tellin’, I’ll show yeou my ere-dentials. (Here Mr. De Forest produced from his pocket a greasy memorandum book andcontinued.) These cre-dentials air from some of the first men in ower kentree: read across both pages, if yeou please ; many of those names are no deoubt familiar to yeou: they all paternized me during my stay in Washington. One gentleman, who has ten children, took ten copies o’ the Lord’s Praire, and said he was sorry he had n’t ten more children, that he might give each one o’ them a copee. Governor Floyd, of Virginee, he took three copies of Go-and-Sin-n’-More, and would ev taken a copee of the Lord’s Praire, but he hadn’t no place to put it. This pictur, Go-and-Sin-n’-More, you'll perhaps recollect the circumstances on: when the Scribes and Pharisees brought before our Saviour the woman taken in the act of adultree; these were the same party that made broad their philactrees ; you ’ll see the philactrees on the crowns o’ their hats. I say, when they brought the woman, they said in Meoses’ time such would be stoned— what say’st thou? (aside)— this they said, tempting him. Our Saviour stooped down and wrote on the greound, making b’leeve He did n't hear ’em, and pretty soon they all sneaked eout. Then He looked up at the woman and said: ‘Who hath condemned thee?’ ‘No one, Lord.’ ‘Neither do I condemn thee; go, and sin n’ more,’ The principal figger in this plate is our Saviour, a very correct likeness, from an oreeginal daguerre-e-0type, neow in the possession of the family. We charge yeou tew dollars for the picter, and charge nothing for the key. Wont any gentleman take a copee? Wont you say youll take a copee? I stopped into a milliner’s shop deown here a-piece, and every young lady took a copy of the Lord’s Praire, and they all said they’d like Go-and-Sin-n’-More, but they could n’t afford tew, the times was so hard. Tew dollars for the picter and nothing for the key. { come very nigh selling Mr. Buchanan a Go-and-Sin-n’-More, but he concleuded to wait till after his term was eout, and he’d retired into private life. If no gentleman wants a copee I[’ll be going. Good bye, gentlemen; I hope by the time I come areound again you’ll all be ready to take a copy of Go-and-Sin-n’-More.’ ” And hereupon, Mr De Forest departed with his bundle. A few suggestions, ‘‘in this connection:” The ‘‘deefeness” claimed by our artist-divine as an excuse for leaving the ministry, could hardly have been valid for his congregation deserting him, if we may infer what sort of ministrations his must have been; but Ae might have been as “deefe” as a post, it seems to us, without greatly affecting his preaching. We are sorry to find that Governor Floyd had ‘no place for the Lord’s Prayer among his Go-and-Sin-no-Mores;” sorry that the poor sewing-girls, had to decline the latter, because times were so hard; (a terrible satire, too truly “founded,” we fear ;) and very sorry that our worthy ‘“ President” should have found it necessary to make such a “ plea in bar” of such a purchase as was tendered him. But Mr. De Forest will be areound again. Tuose lovers of Art who visited the late exhibition of the Mechanics’ Institute, San Francisco, will remember that at the end of the north wing there was an oil painting, by Mr. Nahl, of two sweet and gentle angel faces. These were life-like portraits of two much-loved children belonging to Capt. M. R. Roberts, both of whom “slept the sleep which knows no waking” within twenty-four hours of each other, and were conveyed together to the grave in the same

OUR SOCIAL CHAIR. 235 of Mr. 8. Masury. While looking at the counterfeit presentments of some of the most noted of Boston celebrities, with which the rooms do much abound, there came in a queer-looking personage, bearing under one arm arollof paper. A comical dog he was—a sort of mixture: a cross, aparently, between a Vermont horsejockey and a Methodist parson. His speech was a most attenuated drawl, with the camp-meeting style of ending. Seating himself, and depositing on the floor beside him a seedy-looking hat, he eyed the company present with a curious and deliberate stare. After some minutes, he fixed his gaze on Mr. Masury, the proprietor, and approached him, unrolling, as he advanced, the paper bundle. His story I will give you in his own words, only regretting that I cannot convey the tone and style: ‘If the proprietor is disengaged, I’d like to speak with him a few minits. I have for sale tew picters ; but before I show yeou the picters, I’d like to tell yeou who Ia-am. My name is De Forest: I’m a minister of the Gospel—ewe-sed up for the past’rage, ’n account o’ deefeness. The picters I got to show yeou are tew—the Lord’s Pra-i-r-e and Go-and-Sin-n’-More. Areound the border you ’ll see ten an-gels; each one on ‘em is givin’ utterance to one o’ the ten commandments: also, a bee-hive, which is the emblem of industree. Lest any gentleman should be disposed to deoubt the truth o’ what I’m a tellin’, I’ll show yeou my ere-dentials. (Here Mr. De Forest produced from his pocket a greasy memorandum book andcontinued.) These cre-dentials air from some of the first men in ower kentree: read across both pages, if yeou please ; many of those names are no deoubt familiar to yeou: they all paternized me during my stay in Washington. One gentleman, who has ten children, took ten copies o’ the Lord’s Praire, and said he was sorry he had n’t ten more children, that he might give each one o’ them a copee. Governor Floyd, of Virginee, he took three copies of Go-and-Sin-n’-More, and would ev taken a copee of the Lord’s Praire, but he hadn’t no place to put it. This pictur, Go-and-Sin-n’-More, you'll perhaps recollect the circumstances on: when the Scribes and Pharisees brought before our Saviour the woman taken in the act of adultree; these were the same party that made broad their philactrees ; you ’ll see the philactrees on the crowns o’ their hats. I say, when they brought the woman, they said in Meoses’ time such would be stoned— what say’st thou? (aside)— this they said, tempting him. Our Saviour

stooped down and wrote on the greound, making b’leeve He did n't hear ’em, and pretty soon they all sneaked eout. Then He looked up at the woman and said: ‘Who hath condemned thee?’ ‘No one, Lord.’ ‘Neither do I condemn thee; go, and sin n’ more,’ The principal figger in this plate is our Saviour, a very correct likeness, from an oreeginal daguerre-e-0type, neow in the possession of the family. We charge yeou tew dollars for the picter, and charge nothing for the key. Wont any gentleman take a copee? Wont you say youll take a copee? I stopped into a milliner’s shop deown here a-piece, and every young lady took a copy of the Lord’s Praire, and they all said they’d like Go-and-Sin-n’-More, but they could n’t afford tew, the times was so hard. Tew dollars for the picter and nothing for the key. { come very nigh selling Mr. Buchanan a Go-and-Sin-n’-More, but he concleuded to wait till after his term was eout, and he’d retired into private life. If no gentleman wants a copee I[’ll be going. Good bye, gentlemen; I hope by the time I come areound again you’ll all be ready to take a copy of Go-and-Sin-n’-More.’ ” And hereupon, Mr De Forest departed with his bundle. A few suggestions, ‘‘in this connection:” The ‘‘deefeness” claimed by our artist-divine as an excuse for leaving the ministry, could hardly have been valid for his congregation deserting him, if we may infer what sort of ministrations his must have been; but Ae might have been as “deefe” as a post, it seems to us, without greatly affecting his preaching. We are sorry to find that Governor Floyd had ‘no place for the Lord’s Prayer among his Go-and-Sin-no-Mores;” sorry that the poor sewing-girls, had to decline the latter, because times were so hard; (a terrible satire, too truly “founded,” we fear ;) and very sorry that our worthy ‘“ President” should have found it necessary to make such a “ plea in bar” of such a purchase as was tendered him. But Mr. De Forest will be areound again. Tuose lovers of Art who visited the late exhibition of the Mechanics’ Institute, San Francisco, will remember that at the end of the north wing there was an oil painting, by Mr. Nahl, of two sweet and gentle angel faces. These were life-like portraits of two much-loved children belonging to Capt. M. R. Roberts, both of whom “slept the sleep which knows no waking” within twenty-four hours of each other, and were conveyed together to the grave in the same