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pandering to any feeling that might be sup-
posed agreeable to the worst prejudices of Ameri-
can character.       He had once been connected with
the �Life in Boston,� a dirty flesh paper.     I 
should not suppose him to have been a man of
reading or education, or particular belief in any-
thing; though he had an unquestionably ready pen,
and perhaps more talent that the average of his
class.     They speak of him as a good enough
fellow; say he loved petit soupers, breakfast
and the like and accelerated his death by in-
judicious indulgence in them, as in disobeying his
doctor by using chloroform.     He went to Pfaffs
occasionally, being received as rather a great gun
amongst Bohemians; though he was hardly a
frequenter of their haunt.       His plays, when ori-
ginal, were slangy trash; �Young New York�
would never have been acted twice to other than
the easily-satisfied audiences of this metropolis.
A good many of his intimates and acquaintances
showed at his funeral to-day, as Seymour,
Clapp, Stuart, George Arnold, �Ada Clare� and
others.   The last did melodrama over his coffin,
throwing her arms up and embracing it.   The men
drank brandy and water afterwards.       They�ll
all improve the occasion in the �Leader� or other