MINING STOCKS.

MINING STOCKS.

The city to-day has been in a state of feverish excitement over dispatches received from the mining regions. The telegrams were fraught with startling intelligence. There has been a rich strike in the Savage mine, and stock is going up accordingly.

When stocks are running high,How natural to sigh,Ah, that I a thousand shares did command,That I might drink champagne,And hold a double rein,And be counted a power in the land.

When stocks are running high,How natural to sigh,Ah, that I a thousand shares did command,That I might drink champagne,And hold a double rein,And be counted a power in the land.

When stocks are running high,How natural to sigh,Ah, that I a thousand shares did command,That I might drink champagne,And hold a double rein,And be counted a power in the land.

When stocks are running high,

How natural to sigh,

Ah, that I a thousand shares did command,

That I might drink champagne,

And hold a double rein,

And be counted a power in the land.

The streets are crowded with men, women and children. It is certainly—as an old woman remarked at my elbow—easier for a needle to go through a camel’s eye, than for a person to pass through the throng at some of the corners. At present the person who does not own Savage stock is not considered of much account. I, whoam always on the alert for new developments, and act upon the moment, make haste to give a sketch of the Savage stock going up.

THE ASCENT.

THE ASCENT.

THE ASCENT.

It is ascending at a lively rate, there is no mistake about that. There is always two sides to a hill, however, and though the lucky stockholder to-day may reach the summit of hisexpectations, to-morrow may bring a descent that will be something to stand from under. And being possessed of quite a prophetic soul, I anticipate the event, and as a companion piece for the foregoing, give another sketch of the Savage stock coming down, which it will undoubtedly be before many days.

THE DESCENT.

THE DESCENT.

THE DESCENT.

Well, I can exclaim with Banquo’s facetious murderer, “Let it comedown,” the decline cannot destroy my peace, nor deplete my purse.


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