In closing, let me say that I am not finding fault with any one because the above error has crept into the public prints, for it is really a pardonable error, after all. Neither do I wish to be considered as striving to eliminate my name from the columns of the press, for no one could be more tickled than I am over a friendly notice of my arrival in town or a timely reference to my courteous bearing and youthful appearance, but I want to see the Oliver Wendell Holmes Hospital succeed, and so I come out in this way over my own signature and admit that the building does not belong to me and that, so far as I am concerned, the man who files a lien on it will simply fritter away his time. A Dose't of Blues [Illustration] I' got no patience with blues at all! And I ust to kindo' talk Aginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last fall, They was none in the fambly stock; But a nephew of mine, from Eelinoy, That visited us last year, He kindo' convinct me different While he was a-stayin' here. Frum ever'-which-way that blues is frum, They'd tackle him ever' ways; They'd come to him in the night, and come On Sundys, and rainy days; They'd tackle him in corn-plantin' time, And in harvest, an airly fall, But a dose't of blues in the wintertime He 'lowed was the worst of all! Said all diseases that ever he had-- The mumps, er the rheumatiz-- Er ever-other-day aigger's bad Purt' nigh as anything is!-- Er a cyarbuncle, say, on the back of his neck, Er a fellon on his thumb,-- But you keep the blues away frum him, And all o' the rest could come! And he'd moan, "they's narry a leaf below! Ner a spear o' grass in sight! And the whole wood-pile's clean under snow! And the days is dark as night! And you can't go out--ner you can't stay in-- Lay down--stand up--ner set!" And a case o' reguller tyfoid blues Would double him jest clean shet! I writ his parents a postal-kyard He could stay 'tel spring-time come; And Aprile first, as I rickollect, Was the day we shipped him home. Most o' his relatives, sence then, Has either give up, er quit, Er jest died off, but I understand _He's_ the same old color yit! Wanted, a Fox SLIPPERY ELMHURST,} STATEN ISLAND, July 18, 1888.} TO THE EDITOR: Dear Sir: Could you inform a constant reader of your valuable paper where he would be most likely to obtain a good, durable, wild fox which could be used for hunting purposes on my premises? I desire a fox that is a good roadster, and yet not too bloodthirsty. If I could secure one that would not bite, it would tickle me most to death.