“Our Tendencies toward Caesarism.”  The major, however, did not hesitate to knock off.  He stopped at once, and emerged with a fine, airy grace through the window, bringing the sash with him; and then he climbed up the water-spout to the roof, where he sat until a hook-and-ladder company came and took him off. The Patriot did not issue for a week; for although the major bombarded the tiger with shot-guns pointed through the windows, and although the fire-engine squirted hot water at him, the brute got along very comfortably until Saturday night, when he tried to swallow a composing-stick and choked to death.  When they entered the room, they found that the animal had upset all the type and had soaked himself in ink and then rolled over nearly every square inch of the floor, while the major’s leader on “Caesarism” was saturated with water and perforated with shot-holes.  After this circus advertisements in The Patriot will be paid for in advance.

[Illustration:  MAJOR SLOTT’S TIGER]

In one of the issues of his paper, just after the trouble with the tiger, the major offered some reflections upon the general subject of “Tigers,” in which he gave evidence that he had recovered his good-humor to some extent.  He said,

“We have read with very deep interest a description of how Van Amburgh used to obtain control over tigers and other wild beasts.  All he did was to mesmerize them two or three times, and they soon recognized his power and obeyed him.  The thing seems simple and easy enough, now that we understand it, and we have a mysterious impression that we could walk out into a jungle and subdue the first tiger we met by making a few passes at him with our hands.  But we are not anxious to do this—­for one reason, because the Indian jungles are so far away, and for another, because we do not want to hurt an innocent tiger.  If we have to meddle with such animals, we always prefer to operate with those that are stuffed.  Show us a tiger with sawdust bowels, and we will stand in front of him and make mesmeric motions for a week without the quiver of a nerve.  Not that we are timid when the tiger is alive, but simply because a fur-store is more convenient than a jungle, and there is less danger of wetting our feet.  If we happened to be in India and we wanted a tiger, we should unhesitatingly go out and stand boldly in front of the very first one we saw—­tied to a tree—­and we should bring him home instantly if we could find a man willing to lead him with a string.  But this kind of courage is born in some men.  It cannot be acquired; and timid persons who intend to practice Van Amburgh’s method will find it more judicious to begin the mesmerizing operation by soothing the animal with a howitzer.”

[Illustration:  FACING THE TIGER]

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The lightning-rod man haunts our county as he does the rest of the civilized portion of the country; and although occasionally he secures a victim, sometimes it happens that he gets worsted in his attempts to beguile his fellow-men.  Such was his fate upon a recent occasion in our village.