Answer.—­Don’t go to pic-nic parties.  Rough it at home.

John Brown.—­We cannot insert jokes on the number of SMITHS in the world—­except as advertisements.  For lowest rates see terms on the cover.

Hircus.—­We are sorry to say that your remarks on Baby Farming are not based upon facts.  In nine cases out of ten it has nothing whatever to do with Husbandry.

Acorn.—­As this is the seventh time you have written to us, asking whether corns can be cured by cutting, so it must be the last.  The thing palls, and we must now try whether ACORN cannot be got rid of by cutting.

Horseman.—­No; we never remember to have met a man who did not “know all about a horse.”  If such a man can be found, his fortune and that of the finder are assured.

Seeker.—­It may be true that man changes once in every seven years but that will hardly excuse you from paying your tailor’s bill contracted in 1862, on the ground that you are not the same man.

Fond Mother.—­None but a brutal bachelor would object to a “sweet little baby,” merely because it was bald-headed.

Sempronius.—­Would you advise me to commit suicide by hanging?

Answer.—­No.  If you are really bound to hang, we would advise you to hang about some nice young female person’s neck instead of by your own:  it’s pleasanter.

Wacks.—­Yes, the Alaska seal contracts will undoubtedly include the great Seal of the United States.

"Talented” Author.—­We do not pay for rejected communications.

Many Inquiriers.—­We can furnish back numbers to a limited extent; future ones by the cargo, or steamboat.

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FINANCIAL.

WALL STREET, AUGUST 2ND.

Respected Sir:  Acting upon your suggestion that, despite the repugnance with which the truly artistic mind must ever view it, Commerce was a rising institution, and that amongst the thousands of the refined and haughty who read PUNCHINELLO with feelings of astonishment and awe, there were some misguided men whose energies had been perverted to the pursuit of filthy lucre, your contributor yesterday descended into the purlieus of the city in quest of information wherewith to pander to the tastes of the debased few.

It would be useless to point out to you that 10 A.M. is not the hour at which it is the custom of Y.C. to tear himself from his luxurious conch.  His conception of the exalted has always been associated with late breakfasts.  On this memorable occasion, however, duty and a bell-boy called him; and at the extraordinary hour to which he has referred he arose and set about his investigations.