THE SEASON TICKET.

Marlborough Press, Volume I, Issue 23, 9 June 1860, Page 4

THE SEASON TICKET.

A series of papers entitled “ The Season Ticket,” now’ running through the Dublin University Magazine has excited some attention, as being contributed by Sam Slick, now familiarly known to our London circles as Judge Halliburton. We give a couple of passages as samples of its peculiar character. Here is a sort of mixed moral and satirical soliloquy on looking-glasses: — ’Veil, to my mind, looking-glasses are the greatest enemies ladies havo; they ought all to he broken to everlastin’ smash. It isn’t that they are false, for they ain’t; they will reflect the truth if they are allowed. But, unfortunately, truth never looks into them. AVhen a woman consults her glass, she wishes to he pleased, she

wants to be flattered, and to be put on good terms with herself, so she treats it as she would her lover; she goes up to it all smiles, looking as amiable and as beautiful as she can. She assumes the most winning air; she gazes at the image with all the affection she can call up, her eyes beam with intelligence and love, and her lips appear all a woman could wish, or a man covet. Well, in course the mirror gives back that false face to its owner, as it receives it; it ain't fair, therefore, to blame it for being onfaithful; but as ladies can’t use it without deceivin’ of themselves, why, total abstinence from it would be better. And liere is an anecdote still more in the old style of the immortal clockmaker: — I must tell you that story, for it is a fact, I assure you. He was the nigger butler to my brother, the member to congress for Yirginny. He had permission to spouse Milken Sally, a slave on another plantation. . A night was fixed for the ceremony, the company assembled, and the coloured preacher there to tie the nuptial knot. Well, .they waited and waited for ever so long, but the bride didn’t make her appearance. At last Sam grew impatient, so sais he to the preacher, “ Look here, Broder Cullifer, it’s no use waitin’ for that darkey, I knows her like a book, she’s dropped asleep settin’ fore de fire — I’se authorised to speak for her, so jest go ahead jest the same as if she was here.” Old Cullifer thought it a wise suggestion, and proceeded with the service that united them in the holy bonds of matrimony. When the ceremony was over off started the bridegroom in search of the absent bride, and sure enough, when he reached her cabin there he found her fast asleep by the fire, with some of her finery in her .hand; and she was terribly riled when, she heard the wedding had come off and she was not there.