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gether too much steam crowded on, and tho managers were 

 not all "up to snuff." Tho dead and wounded and 

 dying are now scatter9d throughout New England and New 

 York State chiefly, and their moans can occasionally be 

 heard, though their groans of repentance come too late to 

 help them. 



They recklessly invested their twenties, or fifties, or hun- 

 dreds, and, in some instances, their thousands of dollars, in 

 this hum, without any knowledge of the business, and without 

 any consideration whatever, except the single aim to keep 

 the bubble floating aloft until they could realize anticipated 

 fortunes, on a larger or smaller scale, as the case might be. 

 But the "cars have gone by," and they may now wait for 

 another train. Perhaps it will come ! 



Poor fellows ! Poor, deluded, crazy, reckless dupes' ! 

 You have had your fun, many of, you, and you will now 

 have the opportunity to reflect over the ruins that are piled 

 up around you ; while, for the time being, you may well 

 exclaim, with the sulky and flunkey Moor, 



" Othello's occupation '« gone ! '* 



