His Feelings

- LaSt night, as a ky colored youth was walking np Clay street, he was accosted by a oolored acquaintance, who reinarked: "Well, Brutus, dey eay yon iz in lore?" "I iz, Uncle Abra'm - I don't deny de alleged allegation. " "And how does you feel, Brutus ?" "You have stuffed your elbow agin a post or sunthin' else afore now, hasn't yon, Uncle Abra'm ?" "Ireokon." "And you remember de feelin' dat runs up your arm ?" "I dose." "Well, take dat feelin', add a hundred per cent., mix it wid de nicest ha'r oil in town, sweetened wid honey, and den you kin 'magine how I feel. " - Vicksburah Herald.