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His person is large, and his flowing mantle red. He is the gentleman 

 to lay bare the throat and look romantic ; not Byronically so, but pi- 

 ratically. Yet he looks good humored, and like a man whose capacity 

 for physical enjoyment of all kinds is boundless. His negro blood is 

 evident enough to one who knows he has it; but it would not be de- 

 tected by one who knew it not. It appears in the peculiar rotundity 

 of the man in all his parts. It crisped and heaped his hair ; it gave 

 the fullness to bis mouth ; it made him dress up in flowing red to have 

 his picture taken. But his complexion is only a shade darker than the 

 average. The portrait reminds one for a moment of the late Thomas 

 Hamblin, the actor. 



EUGENE SUE 



Is neither prim nor burly. He is a man of large frame, over which 

 a loose black coat is carelessly buttoned. Complexion light — eyes 

 blue, hair once black, now pepper-and-salt — whiskers voluminous — 

 eye-brows black and thick — good forehead, and lower face ample. 

 This conveys no better idea of the man's appearance than the descrip- 

 tion in a French passport. But the truth is, Sue's countenance and 

 figure have none of those peculiarities which make description possible. 

 He looks, in this portrait, like a comfortable, careless, elderly gentle- 

 man, taking his ease in an easy coat. He does not look like an author — 

 authors seldom do. His air is rather that of a prosperous citizen. Sue 

 is only forty-five years old, but he has lived fast, and looks fifty-five. 

 Lamartine is sixty-three, and would pass easily for fifty-three. Dumas 

 is fifty, and could get credit for thirty- eight. 



An amateur gardener and joker sent to a seedman in town the other 

 day for some seeds of the "pie-plant," which he had advertised, — 

 requesting six parcels of the custard pie seed, and two of mince pie. 

 The seedman promptly sent him half a dozen of goose eggs, and two 

 blind puppies. The humorous gentleman admitted that the joke was 

 rather against him. 



A GIRL was talking of the loss her sister had recently sustained in 

 the death of a devoted husband. 



''Poor Mary !" said she, " though George has been dead near six 

 months, yet she grits her teeth even now whenever she thinks of him." 



