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ESQUINAS COSMOGONICAS.

AMERICA.

El dinero no se debe fundir ciento por ciento [cent per cent]. Pelado general -Barbero-ismo universal- La ley de linchamiento-angustia literal-gran escasez de V.'s, X.'s, L.'s y C.'s. No confianza sino desconfianza. Grandes alborotos porque los enredos están bajos. Todos los bancos como el Mamuth, la especie está extinta.

MÉJICO.

Pierden Texas y ganan Impuestos. Rows riz. Revolución una vez al mes. Dos presidentes y mil vicios. Contienda general, descontento general, general Bustamente.

POLONIA-

pasado = Tierra de los poles, presente = tierra de miseria, futuro = sin tierra.

España

A un as de perder a su reina por un comodín, el rey sin triunfo. Guerra civil, naranjas de Sevilla, cortesanos serviles, ministros sálvalo-todo, y varios Dons en un calabozo por ponerse la librea de Doña María.

INGLATERRA.

Nada se mueve sino el estancamiento. Guerra con la Iglesia -los radicales en carreras de obstáculos. Señales de Dolor del hermano Jonathan y sin remesas dolar-osas.

RUSIA.-

Más y más imprudente. El zar quiere entrenarse pero no es tan becerro para tomar el toro por los cuernos. No puede decir si un autócrata debe cacarear o llorar.

FRANCIA.

Louis Philippe lo está haciendo mal, a diario esperando una bala. Todo París va a disparar a le monarque métallique. Las bóvedas crujiendo de oro, la mesa engastada en plata--coches trenzado con platina y cubierto de cobre para evitar los cuchillos de acero, los bozales de hierro y las bolas de plomo, porque su popularidad está en un estado de peltre-facción. La realeza nadando en riquezas y los fabricantes en miseria. Esperando otra revolución hora por hora. se mimanLos cachorros  y Lyons muere de hambre.

IRLANDA.

Impuestos, diezmos y patatas. Los agitadores y sus imitadores: Los muchachos blancos sin un chico amarillo. Decenas de familias sin un trece. No se paga renta, sino la renta de O'Connell. La facción naranja se está viendo azul, y muchos hijos de la verde Erin sin un arenque rojo.

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi.

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Douglas RAYBoID, an enthusiastic, warm-hearted | clutch. The doors were closed; the men talked loudly,

student, burst from the seclusion of the Trinity quad. and several of the ladies fainted.

rangle, at Cambridge, into the full blaze of a fashionable winter in London. His grandfather, proud of the learning of his favorite boy, who was conspicuous among the senior optimes of the year, had forwarded him a well-filled pocket book, desiring him to expend the contents in keeping the joint celebration of his twentieth birth-day, and the attainment of his degree. Douglas ran the mazy round of London amusements with untired delight. Music's fascination possessed him wholly; I was compelled, as his companion, to figure in the concert room in the morning, and lounge my hour in the pit every opera night. De Beriot, the gloomy, greedy husband of the syren Malibran, announced his benefit concert, and brought together the most splendid array of talent that had been congregated during the season; the immense area of the king's room was crowded to excess with the élite of the fashionable world; and the young student and his plebeian friend were jammed for several hours in the centre of a mob of impatient peers and perspiring peeresses, who elbowed, squeezed, and growled with all the earnestness of the canaille. Malibran and De Begnis concluded the entertainments, by executing a buffa duett in unsurpassable style. Cries of "brava" and "bis" induced an encore. Just as the delighted auditory had commenced retiring, tokens of confusion were evident in the farthest corner of the room—cries for police were heard—and several well-dressed men strode rudely over the benches, and made for the doors. A gentleman jumped upon the kower stand of the orchestra, and requested that no one would leave the room till the arrival of an officer, for the Countess de L– had been robbed of a diamond necklace of immense value. This announcement created much excitement. Several persons ridiculed the idea of the necklace having been stolen, till a lady, in our immediate vicinity, discovered that her watch had been cut from her side. An elderly gentleman missed his purse, and his wife had lost one of her brilliant ear-rings, which, as she declared, "had been taken out of her very ear."— Various other losses were avowed, and the confusion rapidly increased. It was evident that some accomplished thief—some second Barrington—was in the room. Each specimen of the male species looked with an eye of suspicion upon his neighbor, and guarded his valuables with a wary look and desperate

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