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show me one of this society in the street; there are 

 numerous people of all sorts passing your door ? " " Yes," 

 replied the tall man, still eyeing his young friend very 

 slyly, " guess I can ; " when he took his toothpick from 

 his mouth, and slowly advanced to his shop-window. 

 He stood there for a few moments taking a tall view of 

 passing people, while the little would-be-historian regard 

 ed the inhabitants of a free world from a much less lofty 

 position, keeping his eyes to the better-dressed pedestrians 

 on the pavement, while those of his companion, perhaps, 

 looked beyond the gloss of fashion and sought out its 

 equals, but in rags and tatters. The youth was suddenly 

 startled from his more lowly place of observation, by the 

 gaunt hand above him emphatically striking the butt of 

 his toothpick against the glass, with the observation, 

 " That 's a Boh-hoy." " Hey ! what ? who ? " exclaimed 

 the delighted historian ; " the gentleman standing to 

 speak to another just by the door ; the smart man in the 

 high hat?" "No," cried the tall store-keeper, at the 

 same time turning from the window ; " the Boh-hoy 

 with his legs a-straddle, in his shirt-sleeves, upon the 

 dray." "May I speak to him?" ejaculated the little 

 man, in some surprise. " Guess you may" cried the tall 

 one, slowly going to his chair at the further end of the 

 shop, and the historian's legs carried him rather convul 

 sively into the street. There was a general stoppage of 

 all vehicles at the moment, so the literary youth went 

 across the Broadway towards the member of the influ 

 ential society ; but not feeling quite sure of a polite re 

 joinder to any close inquiry as to personal affairs, he 

 addressed the Boh-hoy, as an approach to further con 

 versation, thus, " Sir, I want to go to Seventh-street." 

 "Then why the devil don't you go there?" was the 



