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English society is just now showing signs of great mortification over the escapades of its untamed protege, Oscar the Intense, among those "blawsted Americans." The Philistines never looked upon him with any degree of favor, but now the very elect are beginning to disown him. The former friends of his college days now make haste to repudiate him, and their American correspondents are being duly warned of the "sham." Archibald Forbes, the vehement, who whilhom used to be so proud in his contempt of American buncombe and shams, now hangs his haughty head in humiliation of spirit, and privately pours out the vials of his wrath upon Oscar's devoted head. Poor Oscar, hard is thy fate indeed! When thou hadst thought to win honor and fame upon this foreign strand, and to convert the souls of the heathen to the bliss of intensity and the high mysteries of art, thy friends and kindred turn from thee and forsake thee.

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