After the revolution he had his sword cut down into a set of shoemaker’s tools, and followed the cobbler’s peaceful pursuit, until the Centennial committee demanded his time and services. For this he gave up everything. He cheerfully immured himself for a time in the St. Nicholas Hotel, New York, living on rye bread and wheat whiskey, and enduring all sorts of hardships in his endeavors to collect subscriptions from the Dutchmen of Manhattan. He came home, however, in time to tack the roof on the main building. Should he again take to mercantile life in our midst, we cordially recommend him to our friends for “invisible patches.” His name will ever be high upon the list of the best beloved sons of the Keystone State. As MR. DANIEL J. MORRELL, [A SECOND DANIEL COME TO JUDGMENT.] the Chairman of the Executive Committee, was changed while an infant in his cradle, and the child of his nurse substituted for him in order to obtain possession of the chateau and estates, we were not thoroughly satisfied that he was entitled to any biography. We called upon him to ascertain what he knew about himself, and were disappointed to find that he was not very well up upon the subject. We found him a man of fine appearance. He has the eye of a hawk, the nose of an eagle, the hair of a raven, and the cheek of a Colossus of Rhodes--with which he expects some day to start a museum. We informed him why we had called, and at once commenced a list of questions which we had taken the precaution to prepare. “As a youth, sir, were you gentle, with a sweet disposition?” “A sugar refinery, gentlemen, wasn’t a circumstance to me.” “Were you always gay and cheerful and generous beyond measure?” “I was.” “Were you ever in love?” “I decline to criminate myself.” “Well, Schiller loved once, Goethe many times, which do you consider the most natural?” “The latter, decidedly.” “Were you ever jealous?” “Once.” “How did you act towards the cause of this feeling?” “Smothered her with a pillow.” “Oh, then, you could be a Othello?” “I could be twenty Othellos; but, gentlemen, as this style of procedure is evidently fatiguing to you, suppose I relate my story without questioning, eh? James, a bottle of champagne and a box of those _victorias_ for the gentlemen. [Illustration: “YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE.”]