"Ice cream for sale," on this sign, has a flavor of civilization in it.
Woman does not go to the poles here, although one of them is only a few
miles distant in a northerly direction, with excellent sleighing.
I would make a passing allusion to this figure, introduced by artist
number nine, to please the young people. It represents a Spitsbergen
lover. He is clad in fur, and has a catarrh. He is just now oh his
sneeze, warbling hoarsely: "Rein deer in this bosom!"
_(Sentimental strains from the melodeon.)_
THE GRAND CANAL.
This is not the Erie Canal, but the Grand Canal of Venice. It does not
own so many mules, or forward so much corn and flour, as the New York
concern, but is more airy and picturesque. It is surrounded by palaces;
but what is a palace without a mother?
These swan-like men-of-war are gondolas. Our skipper is called a
gondolier. Every other skipper is called something worse than that if he
gets in our skipper's way. I respect a man's calling; that is, if he
follows it up energetically.
The Rialto, with its busy throngs.
The Bridge of Sighs, where Lord Byron is said to have stood on either
hand.
A group of native beggars. This man is blind. With this Venetian blind
we beg leave to close this scene.
SARSFIELD YOUNG.
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The Flesh-pots or Paris.
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