When a fat man laffs, his little head sinks down into his shirt collar, and disappears in the fat, like a turtle's head when you tickle his nose with a sharp stick. And then to see them eat clams. I've seen men punish clams by the bushel--by the barrel--but never did I see men shovel clams in by the cart load before. "Gee-whitaker," said I, to a Reporter of a N.Y. Journal, "them critters must have a dredful elastic stomack." "Yes," said he, "when Fat-men get clam hungry, the sea banks has to give up her clams, and the grocery keepers furnish the seasonin'." "Wall," said I, "if the Sea has many such runs on her clam-banks as this, she will have to put on her shutters soon, and go into lickerdation." "In which state," said he laffin', "it would be exceedin'ly _clam_-etous." The members of the Fat Men's Club all went prepared for hot weather, dressed in a linnen soot and carryin' palm leaf fans. I also notised large fassits onto the toes of their butes, so as to let out the grease occasionly, and keep there butes from sloppin' over. President RANSOM told me, that a fat man's wife invented the fassets, so as to save sope grease. "One fat man in hot weather," said Mister RANSOM, "will furnish grease enuff, in the summer time, to keep his family in soft sope the year around, besides supplyin' two or three daily papers with a lot." Between you and me, Friend PUNCHINELLO, that greasy yarn seems rather too slipperry to swaller, but I guess it'll wash after all. PETER REED, of New York, and Docter WHITBECK, of West Troy, danced the hiland fling for the championship and a barrel of clams. "While PETE was cuttin' a pigin wing, and the Dr. was rakin' down a dubble shuffle, they made things rattle, and naborin' towns thought it was an airthquake, and began movin' out their feather beds. "Go it, my fat friends," said I, to encourage 'em, "blood will tell, and exercise help to digest your clams." They shook their feet ontil exhausted natur, from necessity, ceased to be virtous, when suddenly they both tumbled over onto their backs, and blowed like porpoises. The weather bein' hot, a shovel full of cloride of lime was sprinkled onter them, to keep them from gettin' fly blode. I was introjuced to a North River steembote pilot, whose corporosity looked like the Commissary department of a Prushion Regiment. "How are you, Paunchy Pilate," said I, gettin' off a joak at his expense. "How many clams have you crucifide to-day?" "Bully for you, ole man. Haw! haw! he! he! ho! ho!" roared half a dozen fat men at my faceshusness, and they laffed and shook their sides, ontil I thought they'd colaps a floo and spatter me. One of them fat men approched me, and invited me to have a game of leep frog. "Excuse me, Captin," said I, "when I get so I can sholder an elefant, I'le come around and accomodate you." Some was playin' tag. Some was playin' blindman's-buff, while all was amusin' themselves, at some innocent pastime or other.