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she'd come it over him likewise。 Mr。 & Mrs。 Otheller git along
very comfortable like for a spell。 She is sweet…tempered and
luvina nice； sensible female； never goin in for he…female
conventions； green cotton umbrellers； and pickled beats。
Otheller is a good provider and thinks all the world of his
wife。 She has a lazy time of it； the hired girl doin all the
cookin and washin。 Desdemony； in fact； don't have to git the
water to wash her own hands with。 But a low cuss named Iago；
who I bleeve wants to git Otheller out of his snug government
birth； now goes to work & upsets the Otheller family in the
most outrajus stile。 Iago falls in with a brainless youth
named Roderigo & wins all his money at poker。 （Iago allers
played foul。） He thus got money enuff to carry out his
onprincipled skeem。 Mike Cassio； a Irishman； is selected as a
tool by Iago。 Mike was a clever feller & orficer in Otheller's
army。 He liked his tods too well； howsever； & they floored
him； as they have many other promisin young men。 Iago injuces
Mike to drink with him； Iago slyly throwin his whiskey over his
shoulder。 Mike gits as drunk as a biled owl & allows that he
can lick a yard full of the Veneshun fancy before breakfast；
without sweatin a hair。 He meets Roderigo & proceeds for to
smash him。 A feller named Montano undertakes to slap Cassio；
when that infatooated person runs his sword into him。 That
miserble man； Iago； pretents to be very sorry to see Mike
conduck hisself in this way & undertakes to smooth the thing
over to Otheller； who rushes in with a drawn sword & wants to
know what's up。 Iago cunningly tells his story； & Otheller
tells Mike that he thinks a good deal of him； but he can't
train no more in his regiment。 Desdemony sympathizes with poor
Mike & interceeds for him with Otheller。 Iago makes him bleeve
she does this because she thinks more of Mike than she does of
hisself。 Otheller swallers Iago's lyin tail & goes to makin a
noosence of hisself ginrally。 He worries poor Desdemony
terrible by his vile insinuations； & finally smothers her to
deth with a piller。 Mrs。 Iago cums in just as Otheller has
finished the fowl deed & givs him fits right & left； showin him
that he has bin orfully gulled by her miserble cuss of a
husband。 Iago cums in； & his wife commences rakin him down
also； when he stabs her。 Otheller jaws him a spell & then cuts
a small hole in his stummick with his sword。 Iago pints to
Desdemony's deth bed & goes orf with a sardonic smile onto his
countenance。 Otheller tells the peple that he has dun the
state sum service & they know it； axes them to do as fair a
thing as they can for him under the circumstances； & kills
hisself with a fish…knife； which is the most sensible thing he
can do。 This is a breef skedule of the synopsis of the play。
Edwin Forrest is a grate acter。 I thot I saw Otheller before
me all the time he was actin； & when the curtin fell； I found
my spectacles was still mistened with salt…water； which had run
from my eyes while poor Desdemony was dyin。 Betsy JaneBetsy
Jane！ let us pray that our domestic bliss may never be busted
up by a Iago！
Edwin Forrest makes money actin out on the stage。 He gits
five…hundred dollars a nite & his board & washin。 I wish I had
such a Forrest in my Garding！
1。21。 THE SHOW BUSINESS AND POPULAR LECTURES。
I feel that the Show Bizniss； which Ive stroven to ornyment； is
bein usurpt by Poplar Lecturs； as thay air kalled； tho in my
pinion thay air poplar humbugs。 Individoouls； who git hard up；
embark in the lecturin biznis。 They cram theirselves with
hi…sounding frazis； frizzle up their hare； git trustid for a soot
of black close & cum out to lectur at 50 dollers a pop。 Thay
aint over stockt with branes； but thay hav brass enuff to make
suffishunt kittles to bile all the sope that will be required
by the ensooin sixteen ginerashuns。 Peple flock to heer um in
krowds。 The men go becawz its poplar & the wimin folks go to
see what other wimin folks have on。 When its over the lecturer
goze & ragales hisself with oysters and sich； while the peple
say； 〃What a charmin lectur that air was；〃 etsettery；
etsettery； when 9 out of 10 of um don't have no moore idee of
what the lecturer sed than my kangeroo has of the sevunth speer
of hevun。 Thare's moore infurmashun to be gut out of a well
conductid noospaperprice 3 sentsthan thare is out of ten
poplar lectures at 25 or 50 dollers a pop； as the kase may be。
These same peple； bare in mind； stick up their nosis at moral
wax figgers & sagashus beests。 Thay say these things is low。
Gents； it greeves my hart in my old age； when I'm in 〃the Sheer
& yeller leef〃 （to cote frum my Irish frend Mister McBeth） to
see that the Show biznis is pritty much plade out； howsomever I
shall chance it agane in the Spring。
1。22。 WOMAN'S RIGHTS。
I pitcht my tent in a small town in Injianny one day last
seeson； & while I was standin at the dore takin money； a
deppytashun of ladies came up & sed they wos members of the
Bunkumville Female Moral Reformin & Wimin's Rite's Associashun；
and thay axed me if they cood go in without payin。
〃Not exactly；〃 sez I； 〃but you can pay without goin in。〃
〃Dew you know who we air？〃 sed one of the wimina tall and
feroshus lookin critter； with a blew kotton umbreller under her
arm〃do you know who we air； Sir？〃
〃My impreshun is；〃 sed I； 〃from a kersery view； that you air
females。〃
〃We air； Sur；〃 sed the feroshus woman〃we belong to a Society
whitch beleeves wimin has riteswhitch beleeves in razin her
to her proper speerwhitch beleeves she is indowed with as
much intelleck as man iswhitch beleeves she is trampled on
and aboozed& who will resist henso4th & forever the
incroachments of proud & domineering men。〃
Durin her discourse； the exsentric female grabed me by the
coat…kollor & was swinging her umbreller wildly over my hed。
〃I hope； marm；〃 sez I； starting back； 〃that your intensions is
honorable！ I'm a lone man hear in a strange place。 Besides；
I've a wife to hum。〃
〃Yes；〃 cried the female； 〃& she's a slave！ Doth she never
dream of freedomdoth she never think of throwin off the yoke
of tyrrinny & thinkin & votin for herself？Doth she never
think of these here things？〃
〃Not bein a natral born fool；〃 sed I； by this time a little
riled； 〃I kin safely say that she dothunt。〃
〃Oh whotwhot！〃 screamed the female； swingin her umbreller in
the air。〃O； what is the price that woman pays for her
expeeriunce！〃
〃I don't know；〃 sez I； 〃the price of my show is 15 cents pur
individooal。〃
〃& can't our Soisety go in free？〃 asked the female。
〃Not if I know it；〃 sed I。
〃Crooil； crooil man！〃 she cried； & bust into teers。
〃Won't you let my darter in？〃 sed anuther of the exsentric
wimin； taken me afeckshunitely by the hand。 〃O； please let my
darter in；shee's a sweet gushin child of natur。〃
〃Let her gush！〃 roared I； as mad as I cood stick at their
tarnal nonsense； 〃let her gush！〃 Where upon they all sprung
back with the simultanious observashun that I was a Beest。
〃My female friends；〃 sed I； 〃be4 you leeve； I've a few remarks
to remark； wa them well。 The female woman is one