"Oh now let us in, that's a sweet man," sed several femails, puttin thare arms round me in luvin style.  "Become 1 of us.  Becum a Preest & hav wives Sealed to you." "Not a Seal!" sez I, startin back in horror at the idee. "Oh stay, Sir, stay," sed a tell, gawnt femaile, ore whoos hed 37 summirs must hev parsd, "stay, & I'll be your Jentle Gazelle." "Not ef I know it, you won't," sez I.  "Awa you skanderlus femaile, awa!  Go & be a Nunnery!" That's what I sed, jes so. "& I," sed a fat chunky femaile, who must hev wade more than too hundred lbs, "I will be your sweet gidin Star!" Sez I, "Ile bet two dollers and a half you won't!"  Whare ear I may Rome Ile still be troo 2 thee, Oh Betsy Jane!  [N.B. Betsy Jane is my wife's Sir naime.] "Wiltist thou not tarry here in the promist Land?" sed several of the miserabil critters. "Ile see you all essenshally cussed be4 I wiltist!" roared I, as mad as I cood be at thare infernul noncents.  I girdid up my Lions & fled the Seen.  I packt up my duds & Left Salt Lake, which is a 2nd Soddum & Germorrer, inhabitid by as theavin & onprincipled a set of retchis as ever drew Breth in eny spot on the Globe. ____________________ THE PRESS. I WANT the editors to cum to my Show free as the flours of May, but I don't want um to ride a free hoss to deth.  Thare is times when Patience seizes to be virtoous.  I hev "in my mind's eye, Hurrashio " (cotashun from Hamlick) sum editers in a sertin town which shall be nameless, who air Both sneakin and ornery.  They cum in krowds to my Show and then axt me ten sents a lines for Puffs.  I objectid to payin, but they sed ef I didn't down with the dust thay'd wipe my Show from the face of the earth!  Thay sed the Press was the Arkymedian Leaver which moved the wurld.  I put up to their extorshuns until thay'd bled me so I was a meer shadder, and left in disgust. It was in a surtin town in Virginny, the Muther of Presidents & things, that I was shaimfully aboozed by a editor in human form.  He set my Show up steep & kalled me the urbane bane & gentlemunly manajer, but when I, fur the purpuss of showin fair play all around, went to anuther offiss to git my handbills printed, what duz this pussillanermus editer do but change his toon & abooze me like a Injun.  He sed my wax works was a humbug & called me a horey-heded itinerent vagabone.  I thort at fust Ide pollish him orf ar-lar the Beneshy Boy, but on reflectin that he cood pollish me much wuss in his paper, I giv it up.  & I wood here take occashun to advise peple when thay run agin, as thay sumtimes will, these miserable papers, to not pay no attenshun to um.  Abuv all, don't assault a editer of this kind.  It only gives him a note rosity, which is jest what he wants, & don't do you no more good than it wood to jump into enny other mud puddle.  Editers are generally fine men, but there must be black sheep in every flock. ____________________ EDWIN FOREST AS OTHELLO.