PART II.

1.  One man will make so tricks on trapees that audience will fraid himself very much.

2.  Some dogs will play and role himself in the mud.

3.  This is the grand display of tricks.

4.  The lady will make himself so bend that everyone he will think that he is rubber lady.

5.  The man will walk on wire tight.  He is doing so nicely because he is professor of that.

6.  Then will come grand dramatic.

NOTICE.

No stick will be allowed in the spectators and he shall not smoke also.”

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EXCELSIOR.

“Our ascent to the sun makes our enemy envious.”—­Koelnische Zeitung.

The night fell fast, but faster still
A youth came down the darkening hill,
A super-youth, whose super-flag
Flaunted the strange but hackneyed brag,

                        “Excelsior!”

His eyes betrayed through gold-rimmed prism
Myopia and astigmatism;
But, head in air, he proudly strode,
Declaiming down the fatal road,

                        “Excelsior!”

The sign-posts clustered left and right
And waved their arms towards the height;
He heeded not, but through the mist
Plunged steeply down and fiercely hissed,

                        “Excelsior!”

“Put on the brake!” Experience said;
“The stars, my boy, are overhead;
The pit of Tophet’s deep and wide.” 
A sudden snarl of hate replied,

                        “Excelsior!”

“O stay,” cried Sanity, “and cool
Thy fevered head in yonder pool!”
The balefire smouldered in his eye,
And still he muttered, hurtling by,

                        “Excelsior!”

“Beware the awful precipice! 
Beware the bottomless abyss!”
This was Discretion’s last Good-night. 
He gurgled, as he dropped from sight,

                        “Excelsior!”

At day-break, when the punctual sun
Explored the hill-tops one by one,
And scoured the solitary steep,
An echo rose from out the deep,

                        “Excelsior!”

And, from the deeper depths that lay
Beyond the farthest reach of day,
A thin voice wailed, and, mocking it,
Crackled the laughter of the pit,

                        “Excelsior!”

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SOME JUMBO.

“Jumbo, the giant elephant of the Stosch-Parasani Circus in Berlin, has been killed for food, telegraphs the Amsterdam correspondent of The Daily Express.  He yielded fifty-five tons of flesh.”—­Evening Paper (Glasgow).

If this statement had not come from Amsterdam we should have found some difficulty in believing it.