THE ENTOMOLOGIST'S 
WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER, 
No. 26.] SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1856. 
OH! MY CORNS! 
In a large assemblage where parties are 
in motion and not over-stocked with 
space, it is no uncommon circumstance 
for one person to impinge more or less 
forcibly on another ; when if the party 
impinged upon is provided with those 
peculiar callosities found at the sides of 
toes, you may see an extraordinary gri- 
mace pulled — a grimace that would ex- 
cite your kindest sympathy were it not 
at the same time so excessively ludicrous 
that it is very difficult to refrain from 
laughing; and you may hear the party 
who pulls this tragi-comic grimace ex- 
claim, “ Oh! my corns!” 
Now the entomologists of this country 
form a pretty large assemblage, and con- 
sidering how closely they are drawn in 
contact with each other, they may be 
considered not over-stocked with space, 
and for the last six months they have 
been pretty constantly iu motion both 
physically and morally. 
Amongst this dense crowd the ‘ Intel- 
ligencer’ has wended its way with a will 
that nothing could withstand, and occa- 
sionally it has come in contact, perhaps 
rather more forcibly than it intended, 
with sundry little callosities, or excre- 
scences, or foibles, or vanities, among 
the crowd ; at any rate with something 
not unaptly compared to “ corns.” When 
this has happened we believe the usual 
result has ensued, the parties impinged 
upon have pulled a comico-tragic gri- 
mace, and have felt mighty wrath at the 
‘ Intelligencer.’ 
Now we are going to our six months’ 
rest, and we do not like the idea of 
leaving any ill feeling behind us, so we 
take this opportunity of mentally shaking 
by the hand all those whose corns have 
felt our heavy tread. Let each bear in 
mind that though it might not be plea- 
sant to him to have his corn trodden on, 
(it is not pleasant to have a tooth ex- 
tracted), yet the grimace he pulled under 
the infliction may have served as a cau- 
tion to many of the lookers-on to beware 
of contracting corns. Corns, like bad 
habits, are easier acquired than lost ; 
and if we see how much others suffer 
from the possession of them, we shall be 
all the more determined to avoid them. 
Hoping to meet each of our readers 
alive and well in April, 1857, we now 
say farewell ; and though the wish ap- 
pear rather premature, as we shall not 
have another opportunity of uttering it, 
we wish them, one and all, a merry 
Christmas and a happy New Year! 
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