The receipts placed me in possession of fifty dollars, after defraying all expenses in Tyre and settling my bill and recovering my satchel from Sidon—­which I did by a messenger the same evening after the lecture.  My editorial friend advised me now to stop at Sidon only long enough to take the first train home, leaving the Sidonites to discover the sell without expense.  But I scouted the idea.  I was flushed with the success of the previous evening (a success mainly due, as the sagacious reader knows, to the editor of the Times and his corps of confidants distributed at intervals over the hall); I was chagrined at the turn my original enterprise had taken, but determined to carry it out ’to the death;’ and, more than all, I was burning to revenge myself on the perfidious postmaster of Sidon, and Dr. Tomson and Squire Johnson and Mr. Dickson and Mr. Dobson and Mr. Potkins.  And on Monday evening I faced an audience in Jones’s Hall, Sidon, prominent among whom I noticed, the principal objects of my ire.

IV.—­HE DON’T MAKE A HIT IN SIDON, THOUGH SOME PERSON IN THE AUDIENCE DOES.

No time for contemplation was left on my hands, however; for as soon as I had articulated the words ‘ladies and gentlemen,’ an offensive missile hit me between my eyes, exploded, and deluged me with an odor in comparison with which that of Limberger cheese would be mere geranium.  I was betrayed.  Tyre had sent over a detachment of spies, and the Sidonites were armed.  I briskly dodged several companion eggs whose foulness was permitted to adorn the walls of Jones’s Hall behind me, and then undertook to escape.  Simultaneously with the explosion of the first shot, a howl had burst from the audience, which boded no good for any prospects of comfort and profit I might entertain.  Escaping on my part became no joke; and I beg the reader to believe that my chagrin was quite overwhelmed in the all-impressive desire to protect myself from total annihilation.  In my subsequent gratitude at having accomplished this feat, I overlooked the little discomforts of an eye in mourning, a broken finger, and garments perfumed throughout in defiance of la mode.

At present, I am engaged in a business which I deem far more respectable and lucrative than lecturing, to wit, explaining the merits and advantages of a patent needle-threader to interested crowds on Broadway.  Here my oratorical abilities are advantageously displayed, my audiences are attentive, and my profits are good.

[Exit Brown]

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THE WATCHWORD.

  ‘Trust in the Lord, and keep your powder dry!’
    So cried stout OLIVER in the storm, before
    That redder rain on bloody Marston Moor,
  Which whelmed the flower of English chivalry. 
  Repeat the watchword when the sullen sky
    Stoops with its weight of terror, while the roar