NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIE.

This represents a very dark night, with no moon, exceedingly cloudy, and all the fires out.  You will be struck with the interesting fact that a night on the prairie, under such circumstances, looks very much like a similar night elsewhere.

SUNRISE, ON THE PRAIRIE.

People who have never seen the sun rise on the prairie, or anywhere else, say that this is exactly like it.

These two vivid representations of our Western domain are the efforts of two boys, both of them brothers.  One panted for fame.  So did the other.  That made a pair of pants.

Both miners, they mixed a good deal with rough people, in fact from the cradle up.  They mixed paints well.  They did this job in gangs of one each.

One of these boys has grown up and dyed.  His bones are bleaching on the plains of Arkansas.  He is carrying on an extensive dye-house and bleachery in the suburbs of Little Rock.

The other boy, I hardly know whether he has grown up or not.  He was a pattern young man.  The last I heard of him he was making patterns for a large manufacturing establishment at Pittsburgh.

BOSTON.

An exceedingly accurate view of the City of Boston and vicinity.  The vicinity has all been annexed; so it is Boston proper.  All Boston is proper—­very proper.

This view was taken by BLACK, a distinguished artist.  Colored men draw better in Boston.  The picture was originally a small one, taken by photograph, and then “thrown up,” as the technical term is.  Our artist threw it up for pecuniary reasons.  I have forgotten the man’s name who took it again.  I think he said his name was SHERIFF.

The spectator is supposed to be standing just in front of the foreground, except where this perspective comes in; then he is perched, with a smoked glass, in the look-out at the top of the State House.

Boston Common; the Harbor; the Mall on the Common; Fort Warren; the Old Elm Tree on the Common; Bunker Hill Monument; Fountain on the Common; Park Street Church, orthodox—­these other docks are at East Boston; Children of the Public Schools playing on the Common; Faneuil Hall; Frog Pond on the Common; the Public Garden, etc.

The Great Organ is played at about this point.  Travellers from New York frequently come upon the Sound when miles away.

We would like to show one or two of the important men of Boston, but the artist assured us we hadn’t room.

Boston is high-toned.  I believe the taxes here are higher than in any other city in the country.  I would like to say a good deal more about Boston, but being a Boston man myself, my modesty prevents me.  You will always notice this peculiarity in a Boston man—­he seldom mentions Boston.  It is a way we have in Boston.