Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 4, April 1849Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 4, April 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Copper buttons now replenished the pockets of dealers, and the stock
made several violent gasps and starts for a desirable existence. But it
was consumptive—evidently going into a rapid decline. The crushing
process and the iron pump having depressed its spirits, and exhausted
still further its vital energy.
Grubemout thought that if the buttons were pressed into _bars_, and
shown upon Change it might be encouraging, and mitigate the violence of
the disease; but some wag of a broker suggested that it was “_a_ BAR
_sinister_;” which remark sinister ruffled the backs of the _bars_,
caused the bulls to toss their horns unpleasantly, and shook still
further the liveliness of the stock, which drooped visibly under the
imputation.
Even _Jones_—the ardent, trustful Jones—got earnestly anxious about
the state of the patient, and “suggested a consultation.”
_Brown_ was full of good intentions, but “pleaded debility of the
pocket, which, under heavy depletion, was rather low.”
_Green_ was a little vivacious, and “suggested a new _cross-cut_.”
_Grubemout_ was pleased with the idea, and hinted at “a new
installment.”
_Uptosnuff_ had “missed the stage, and was unable to get down to the
meeting.”
_Wilkins_, in answer to a pressing invitation to “_come in_,” was “busy
selling goods.”
_Sharp_ would not attend—“he had never had any thing to do with the
rascally copper, and found his real estate bad enough just now.”
_Flat_ “had enough of copper stock—it was not very heavy, to be sure,
having rather a tendency to dissolve into air, its original element, but
he was satisfied.”
_The Stock_ grew feebler after consultation, as patients are apt to, in
critical cases, from want of remedy.
_The Bulls_ looked surly, as if they had been disappointed in pasture.
_The Bears_ were as frisky as it is possible to be on a frosty morning,
and were so much in their own element, that you looked involuntarily
around for floating icebergs—and copper in this temperature of the
atmosphere sunk into a torpor.
_On Change_, in this changing world of ours, copper looked blue.
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