MRS. PARTINGTON AND THE RUSSIAN HELMET.
“Is that a tropic of the Chimera?” said Mrs. Partington,
pointing to a Russian helmet that a friend had
brought from the Crimea. — “That, Madam,” said we,
“is a trophy of the Crimea, that fearful battle-ground,
and it seems to bear about it the odor of strife in the
perilous deadly breaches, and the crash of contending
forces.” She looked at it attentively. “Yes,” responded
she, “and not only the breeches, but the rest of the
uniform besides.” It was evident that she had made a
slight mistake.
