“My name, sir, is the Hon. CHARLES AUGUSTUS DANA, Ex-Assistant Secretary of War, Ex-Proprietor of the ablest paper in the West, and at present Chief Editor of the New York Sun, price two cents.  There is no individual here, sir, answering to the appellation of “Old Hunk,” and, as I perceive, sir, that there is a most infernal smell of cow yards about your raiment, and the effluvia arising thence is becoming insupportable, I would thank you to get out of this apartment double quick, and I suggest for the sake of others who may be unfortunately brought into contact with you, that my friend the Hon. WILLIAM MANHATTAN TWEED has recently established public baths where such creatures as you may undergo purification before venturing into the presence of gentlemen.”

It was CHARLEY who spoke it; Mr. PUNCHINELLOW, there is no doubt about that; but the CHARLEY that I knew has been dead sin’ that day.  Yours in memory-moram,

EPHRAIM ECKELS.

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Horrors of War.

Much has been said about the Prussian “demonstrations” at Strasbourg.  If half what we hear of Prussian vandalism as displayed at the siege of Strasbourg is true, “Demonstration” is a very appropriate term for the thing.

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OLIVE LOGAN.

We have no authentic record of the date of this fair syren’s birth.  It is popularly supposed, however, that she was contemporaneous with POCAHONTAS.  POKY (as she was playfully called by her playmates at boarding-school) is now dead.  LOGY (another playful appellation of the gushing miss alluded to) is still Olive.

We do not, however, credit the legend above cited.  Also, we do not credit the equally absurd and unreasonable story that our girlish gusher is a daughter of a negro preacher named LOGUEN.  We look upon this as a colorless aspersion of our subject’s fair fame, and we therefore feel called upon to politely but furiously hurl it back in the teeth of its degraded and offensive inventor.  Things are come indeed to a pretty pass when a lady of Miss LOGAN’S position may have her good name blackened (not to say sooted) by associating it with that of a preacher.  Besides, LOGUEN was himself born in 1800, and is therefore only seventy years old.  These things are not to be borne.

Miss LOGAN is seventeen years of age.  This, at least, is reliable.  We have our information from the lips of an aunt of the Honorable HORATIUS GREELEY, who met Miss LOGAN in Chicago in 1812, and wrung the confession from the gifted lady herself.  Mr. GREELEY’S aunt, we need not say, is incapable of telling a lie.