PYROTECHNIC POLYGLOT. (MADISON SQUARE, JULY 4.)
"Hey, Johnny McGinnis, where are yez? I've got a place! Arrah, be quick!" Whiz! Boom! "Hooray, there goes a rocket; Hi, Johnny, look out for the shtick!" "Confound it, sir! Those are my feet, sir!" "Oh, pa, lift me up, I can't see." "Come down out o' that, yez young blackguards! Div yez want to be killin' the tree?" "Hooray! look at that?" "Aint it bully!" "It's stuck!" "No, it aint." "There she goes!" "I wish that you'd speak to this man, Fred, He's standing all over my toes." "Take down that umbrella in front there!" "My! aint we afraid of our hat!" "Me heart's fairly broke wid yez shovin'-- Have done now--what would yez be at?" "Jehiel, neow haint this jest orful! I 'most wish I hedn't a come; Such actions I never--one would think Folks left their perliteness to hum." "Look here, now, you schoost stop dose schovin'." "By gar, den, get out from ze vay, You stupide Dootschmans, vilain cochon"-- "Kreuz!"--"Peste!"--"Donnerwetter!"--"Sacr-r-re!" "Oh, isn't that cross just too lovely! So bright, why the light makes me wink!" "Your eyes, dear, are"--"don't be a goose, Fred; What do you suppose folks will think?" Crash! Screech! "Och I'm kilt!"--"Fred, what is it?" "Branch broken--small boy come to grief." "Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo! I wants mine muzzer!" "Look out there!" "Police!" "Hi, stop thief!" "Well, father, I guess it's all over; Just help Nelly down off the stool."
SUNG:--"Mellican piecee fire bully!" CHING:--"Mellican man piecee fool."
"Harry, where have you been all morning?" "Down at the pool in the meadow-brook." "Fishing?" "Yes, but the trout were wary, Couldn't induce them to take a hook." "Why, look at your coat! You must have fallen, Your back's just covered with leaves and moss." How he laughs! Good-natured fellow! Fisherman's luck makes most men cross.
"Nellie, the Wrights have called. Where were you?" "Under the tree, by the meadow-brook Reading, and oh, it was too lovely; I never saw such a charming book." The charming book must have pleased her, truly, There's a happy light in her bright young eyes And she hugs the cat with unusual fervor, To staid old Tabby's intense surprise.
Reading? yes, but not from a novel. Fishing! truly, but not with a rod. The line is idle, the book neglected-- The water-grasses whisper and nod. The fisherman bold and the earnest reader Sit talking--of what? Perhaps the weather. Perhaps--no matter--whate'er the subject, It brings them remarkably close together.