"Yours, my pretty gazelle "A. Ward." When Charles F. Browne died, he did not belong to America, for, as with Irving and Dickens, the English language claimed him.  Greece alone did not suffer when the current of Diogenes' wit flowed on to death.  Spain alone did not mourn when Cervantes, dying, left Don Quixote, the "knight of la Mancha."  When Charles Lamb ceased to tune the great heart of humanity to joy and gladness, his funeral was in every English and American household; and when Charles Browne took up his silent resting-place in the sombre shades of Kensal Green, jesting ceased, and one great Anglo-American heart, Like a muffled drum went beating Funeral marches to his grave.     MELVILLE D. LANDON.      ____________________ ONE OF MR. WARD'S BUSINESS LETTERS. To the Editor of the---- Sir--I'm movin along--slowly along--down tords your place.  I want you should rite me a letter, sayin how is the show bizniss in your place.  My show at present consists of three moral Bares, a Kangaroo (a amoozin little Raskal--t'would make you larf yerself to deth to see the little cuss jump up and squeal) wax figgers of G. Washington Gen. Tayler John Bunyan Capt Kidd and Dr. Webster in the act of killin Dr. Parkman, besides several miscellanyus moral wax statoots of celebrated piruts & murderers, &c., ekalled by few & exceld by none.  Now Mr. Editor, scratch orf a few lines sayin how is the show bizniss down to your place.  I shall hav my hanbills dun at your offiss.  Depend upon it.  I want you should git my hanbills up in flamin stile.  Also git up a tremenjus excitemunt in yr. paper 'bowt my onparaleld Show.  We must fetch the public sumhow.  We must wurk on their feelins.  Cum the moral on 'em strong.  If it's a temperance community tell 'em I sined the pledge fifteen minits arter Ise born, but on the contery ef your peple take their tods, say Mister Ward is as Jenial a feller as we ever met, full of conwiviality, &the life an sole of the Soshul Bored.  Take, don't you?  If you say anythin abowt my show say my snaiks is as harmliss as the new-born Babe.  What a interestin study it is to see a zewological animil like a snaik under perfeck subjecshun!  My kangaroo is the most larfable little cuss I ever saw.  All for 15 cents.  I am anxyus to skewer your infloounce.  I repeet in regard to them hanbills that I shall git 'em struck orf up to your printin office.  My perlitercal sentiments agree with yourn exackly.  I know thay do, becawz I never saw a man whoos didn't. Respectively yures,                A. Ward. P.S.--You scratch my back &Ile scratch your back. ____________________ ON "FORTS". Every man has got a Fort.  It's sum men's fort to do one thing, and some other men's fort to do another, while there is numeris shiftliss critters goin round loose whose fort is not to do nothin.