dvance without losing two hundred of its twelve thousand subscribers.
At the same time, Messrs. Greeley and McElrath started the American laborer, a monthly magazine, devoted chiefly to the advocacy of Protection.
It was published at seventy-five cents for the twelve numbers which the prospectus announced.
When it was remarked, a few pages back, that the word with the Tribune was fight, no allusion was intended to the use of carnal weapons.
The pen is mightier than the sword, claptraps Bulwer in one of his plays; and the Pen was the only fighting implement referred to. It came to pass, however, in the first month of the Tribune's second year, that the pointed nib of the warlike journal gave deadly umbrage to certain fighting men of the Sixth Ward, by exposing their riotous conduct on the day of the Spring elections.
The office was, in consequence, threatened by the offended parties with a nocturnal visit, and the office, alive to the duty of hospitality, prepared to give the ex
ustrious Free Laborers, who will silently and practically dispel the wide-spread delusion which affirms that the Southern States must be cultivated and their great staples produced by Slave Labor, or not at all.
These suggestions were listened to with respectful attention; but they did not elicit the thunder of applause which had greeted the Stand-aside-for-i-am-holier-than-thou oratory of the preceding speakers.
Our traveler witnessed the second performance at the Devonshire House, of Bulwer's play, Not so bad as we seem, for the benefit of the Literary Guild, the characters by Charles Dickens, Douglas Jerrold, and other literary notabilities.
Not that he hoped much for the success of the project; but it was, at least, an attempt to mend the fortunes of unlucky British authors, whose works we Americans habitually steal, and to whom he, as an individual, felt himself indebted.
The price of the tickets for the first performance was twenty-five dollars. He applied for one too lat