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CHICAGO,

Eugene Field

ILLINOIS.

 

{Ab Eugenic Agro, peccatore misere}

 

 

Even the mail-carrier appeared to know what fragrant humor escaped from

the envelope.

 

Here is a specimen inclosure:

 

BROTHER ----: I am to read some of my things before the senior class of

the Chicago University next Monday evening. As there is undoubtedly more

or less jealousy between the presidents of the two south side institutions

of learning, I take it upon myself to invite the lord bishop of

Armourville, our holy père, to be present on that occasion in his

pontifical robes and followed by all the dignitaries of his see, including

yourself. The processional will occur at 8 o'clock sharp, and the

recessional circa 9:30. Pax vobiscum. Salute the holy Father with a kiss,

and believe me, dear brother,

 

Your fellow lamb in the old Adam,