THE INDIAN QUESTION.

[AS VIEWED IN THE WEST.]

    This is our business, understand! 
    You Eastern folks, with tempers bland
    All get your views at second-hand.

    We are the ones that take the brunt
    Of every lively Indian-hunt,
    So don’t be angry if we’re blunt.

    If any body’s scalped it’s us!
    So we’ve a well-earned right to cuss,
    And you’ve no right to make a fuss.

    Talk as you please about their “rights;”
    That don’t include their coming nights,
    And cutting out our lungs and lights.

    You get your wife and children shot! 
    (Here it might happen, like us not,)
    You’ll make your mind up on the spot.

    “Humanity” ’s played out for you!
    You’ve got some active work to do;
    No doubt you’ll see it well put through.

    Until you’ve settled that small bill,
    (As honorable debtors will,)
    We fancy you will not keep still.

    You will admit the tender plea
    Of “broken faith;” but when you see
    Your Red Skin, you won’t let him be!

    Just so with us.  We don’t go back
    Of our affair!  We were not slack
    In justice to this Devil’s pack!

    They settle with the wrong concern;
    And as they never, never’ll learn,
    We shoot ’em, and don’t care a dern!

* * * * * [Illustration:  EDITORIAL WASHING-DAY IN NEW-YORK.]

EDITORIAL WASHING-DAY.

Observe PUNCHINELLO’S Cartoon, in which you shall behold the editorial laundresses of New-York city having a washy time of it all around.  There is a, shriek of objurgation in the air, and a flutter of soiled linen on the breeze.  Granny MARBLE, to the extreme left of the picture, clenches her fists over the pungent suds, and looks fight at Granny JONES, of the Times.  The beaming phiz of Granny GREELEY looms up between the two, like the sun in a fog.  But the real Sun in a fog is to be seen to the extreme right.  There you behold Granny DANA, shaking her “brawny bunch of fives” in the face of Granny YOUNG, whose manner of wringing out the linen, you will observe, is up to the highest Standard of that branch of art.  Further away, Granny TILTON flutters her linen with spiteful flourish, nettled by the vituperation of Granny HASTINGS, who hangs up her Commercial clothes on the line.  The tableau is an instructive one; and it is to be hoped that all the U-Lye soaps used by the washerwomen is used up by this time, and that they will replace it with some having a sweeter perfume.

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BOOK NOTICES.

MRS. JERNINGHAM’S JOURNAL.  New-York:  Charles Scribner & Company.

A very cleverly-written narrative, in smooth verse, detailing the experience of a bride who took to flirting early in her matrimonial career, but was saved from coming to grief by the decisive action of a stern husband.  The book contains a capital lesson for the Girl of the Period, whose follies are satirized in it with a sharp pen.