"Are you de man advertised for de dogs, sa-a-ay? Youneedn't be afraid o' dem; come a'here, lay down, Balty—day's de dogs,mister, vot you read of!" "Ain't they rather fierce," responded therural sportsman, eyeing the ugly brutes. "Fierce? Better believe deyare—show 'em a f-f-ight, if you want to see 'em go in for de chances!You want to see der teeth?"—Page 136.
THE
HUMORS OF FALCONBRIDGE:
A COLLECTION OF
HUMOROUS AND EVERY DAY SCENES.
BY
JONATHAN F. KELLEY.
Philadelphia:
T. B. PETERSON, No. 102 CHESTNUT STREET.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, by
T. B. PETERSON,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the
Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
TO
ISAAC S. CLOUGH, ESQ.,
OF MASSACHUSETTS,
AS A SLIGHT TOKEN OF MY REGARDS FOR YOUR JUST
APPRECIATION OF A GOOD THING,
AS WELL AS FOR
YOUR RARE GOOD SOCIAL WIT AND AGREEABLE QUALITIES;
AND MORE THAN ALL,
FOR YOUR GENEROUS SPIRIT AND WELL-TESTED FRIENDSHIP,
I DO WITH SINCERE PLEASURE,
Dedicate unto you this Volume of my Sketches.
FRATERNALLY YOURS,
FALCONBRIDGE.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE
This etext differs from the original in the following ways.First, the work used "somehow" and "some how" about equally;these all have been changed to "somehow." Second, a numberof minor typographical errors have been corrected. Correctedwords are indicated by a dotted gray underline. Hover the cursorover them to see the original spelling(to find them all, search the source file for the string "<ins").Finally, a table of illustrations has been added.
A BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE LATE JONATHAN F. KELLY.
The life of a literary man offers but few points upon which eventhe pens of his professional brethren can dwell, with the hope ofexciting interest among that large and constantly increasing classwho have a taste for books. The career of the soldier may becolored by the hues of romantic adventure; the politician mayleave a legacy to history, which it would be ingratitude not tonotice; but what triumphs or matters of exciting moment canreasonably be hoped for in the short existence of one who hasmerely been a writer for the press? After death has stilled thepulses of a generous man such as Mr. Kelly was, it is with smallanticipation of rendering a satisfactory return, that any one canundertake to sketch the principal events of his life.
It is, perhaps, a matter for felicitation that Mr. Kelly has beenhis own autobiographer. His narratives and recitals are nearlyall personal. They are mostly the results of his own observationand experience; and those who, in accordance with a practice w