When he came
out the people looked at each other, as much as to say, "Now we will have
some fun." The moke struck an attitude as near Ole Bull as he could with
his number eleven feet and his hollow chest, and played some diabolical
selection from a foreign cat opera that would have been splendid if
Wilhelmj or Ole Bull had played it, but the colored brother couldn't get
within a mile of the tune. He rasped his old violin for twenty minutes and
tried to look grand, and closed his eyes and seemed to soar away to
heaven,--and the audience wished to heaven he had, and when he became
exhausted and squeezed the last note out, and the audience saw that he was
in a profuse perspiration, they let him go and did not call him back. If
he had come out and sat on the back of a chair and sawed off "The Devil's
Dream," or "The Arkansaw Traveler," that crowd would have cheered him till
he thought he was a bigger man than Grant.
But he didn't have any sense.
MATTIE MASHES MINNESOTA.
Mrs. Mattie A. Bridge is meeting with great success in Minnesota. In some
places she is retained until she lectures four times. She says the heart
of Minnesota is warm towards her. We shall feel inclined to put a head on
Minnesota, if it don't quit allowing its heart to get warm.
WHY THE FEVER DIDN'T SPREAD.
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