From the Eastonian, Easton, Penn.



Whoever heard the like of that!"

Said Mrs. P., while gazing at a bill, which showed in letters bold The wonders Barnum would unfold To those who chose to go and see
His Museum and Menagerie.

Raley I think this beats Jane Lind For printed in this bill I find a confirmation of subtractions,
Including beasts, birds, petrifaction, unnatural curiosities from every part, Egyptian mummies,--(bless my heart! I spose they call THEM "works of art--")

A grand imaginary of living animals, And figures of the bloody Cannibals That tried to kill John Smith; and others Of Prince Albert, and the Siam Brothers, Of Daniel Webster and Henry Clay,
All natural as life, they say, And "other characters of note"-- The words of Barnum's bills to quote.

"There's General Tom Thumb, the great,
Who'so only fifteen pounds in weigh, And Know's as much as any man That weighs three hundred ever can; There's Mr. Pierce who swallows the lion, (Or some such thing I'd hate to try on,) And Mr. Nellis, the man who knows
How to cut miniatures out with his toes, There's a band of black minstrels I've heard of before, Who sing like black nightingales from Virginia's shore: While the great Car of Juggernaut, brought
from the East I'd give money to see than any wild beast."

"It's a question with me,"--here the old lady looked wise, And pushed up her spectacles over her eyes, :It's a question with me, whether Barnum had ought to Give such a great show for only a quarter.

But then of course every body will be sure and go see it, And if Barnum loses money, that's his lookout so be it."

"The great retrocession into place I suppose will be gratis--if that is the case, There'll be crowds of speculators eager to view it, And I suppose the Fusicians will keep playing all through it."

The Museum came, Mrs. Partington traveled
To see it, and wondered, and marvelled From the first to the last-- till night, And vowed for no money would she have missed the great sight.
Her account of her visit is given below-- She's a sencable woman as the public all know.

"The first thing I seen on reproaching the tent,
All the money I'd given him to pay his dismission Into the exterior of the great exhibition: -- But relay the boy seemed so sorry and sad,

That I bought hi a ticket with the last quarter I had."
When fairly inside, I truly declare, I was all struck in a heap with what I saw there; There were birds of the sea, and beasts of the air, Fishes and shells all two in a pair Enchanted characters in figures of wax And two splendid Cammomiles with humps on their backs.
A grove of Elephants in a state of dejection, With their queer looking, funny, probosical projection, And comical baby one perched up in a cage, A dear little Elephant--six months of age, There was a Tobacco, or Moravian sheep, And pity bear, who did nothing but sleep; Majestic lions, with a specific roar, And a somnamblic monkey, with a terrific snore;

There was a Kangarooster that hopped like a
frog, And a Rocky Mountain Bear, as fat as hog; A Promontory, and a Leopard that kept
changing his spots.
(From one spot to another,) and monkeys in lots."

"There was Queen Victoria and children four.
The Presidents, from Washington to Fillmore,--
Napoleon the great and Napoleon the little,
And as fetempeperate family addicted to tipple;
The "Iron Lake," and Lafayette, Santa Anna and General Scott; And others that I can't retrospects But added vastly to the effect, Then there was an, A heathen idol with a hideous face,-- Strange monstrosities carved in stone.
Fragments of temples tumbled down,-- Remarkable specimens of corn-collygy, And a horse show magnetized by biology Suits of armor, coats of mail, Together with the end of a comet's tail,-- An Indian canoe, with a curious paddle, A Mexican uniform, bridle and saddle, The point of an argument, wonderful shells, And a Chinese pagoda all covered with bells.
Is fact I couldn't begin to remember All that I saw, from now to December."

"The performances all were very amusing,
Though were I to have the power a choosing.
I'd care to see nothing but little Tom Thumb,
That dear, darling, beautiful, young cherubim,
His statoos was straordinary, the interest
hightening, From his first called "boot-jacks defying the lightening, All the way through with in rapid transitions, Till he close with the flagelator in three grand positions."

The old lady lost in admiration, Here cut the thread of her narration, And spreading her handkerchief over her face, And replacing her needles in her tin netting case, Settled to sleep and dream of Tom Thumb, And the wonders of Barnum's great Museum.


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