A Mr. P. M. Scoofy Ⓐemendation, of this city, has been raising oysters for two years past, on the Mexican coast, and his first harvest—eight tons—arrived yesterday on the John L. StephensⒺexplanatory note. They arrived in admirable condition—finer and fatter than they were when they started; for oysters enjoy traveling, and thrive on it; and they learn a good deal more on a flying trip than George Marshall did, and nearly as much as some other Washoe European tourists I could mention, but they are dignified and do not gabble about it so much.Ⓐemendation I would rather have the society of a traveled oyster than that of George Marshall, because I would not hesitate to show my displeasure if that oyster were to suddenly become gay and talkative, and say: “I was in England, you know, by G—; I went up to Liverpool and there I took the cars and went to London, by —— ——; I been in Pall Mall, and Cheapside, and Whitefriars, and all them places—been in all of 'em: I been in the Tower of London, and seen all them d—d armors and things they used to wear in an early day; I hired a feller for a shil'n', and he took me all around there and showed me the whole hell-fired arrangement, you know, by G——; and I give him a glass of of'n-of, as they call it, and he jus' froze to me. You show one of them fellers the color of a bit, and he'll stay with you all day, by—— ——. And I went to Rome—that ain't no slouch of a town, you know—and old? —— ——! you bet your life. There ain't anything like it in this country—you can't put up any idea how it is; you can't tell a [begin page 415] d——d thing about Rome 'thout you see it, by——. And I been to Paris—Parree, French call it—you never hear them say Par-riss —they would laugh if they was to hear any body call it Par-riss, you know. I was there three weeks. I was on the Pong-Nuff, and I been to the Pal-lay Ro-yoll and the Tweeleree, all them d——d places, and the Boolyver and the Boys dee Bullone. I stood there in the Boys dee Bullone and see old Loois Napoleon and his wife come by in his carrage—I was as close to him as from here to that counter there, by G—; I see him take his hat off and bow to them whoopin' French bilks by—— ——; I stood right there that close—as close as that counter when he went by; I was close enough to a spit in hisⒶemendation face if I'd been a mind to, by ——Ⓐemendation. Hell, a feller might live here a million years, and what would he ever see, by G—d. Parree's the place—style, there, you know—people got money, there, by——. Let's take a drink, by G—.” I wouldn't let a traveled oyster inflict that sort of thing on me, you understand, and refer to the Deity, and to the Savior by his full name, to verify every other important statement. I would rather have the oyster's company than Marshall's when his reminiscences are big within him, but the moment I received the information that “I been to Europe, and all them places, by G—,” I would start that oyster on a journey that would astonish it more than all the wonders of “Parree” and “all them d—d places” combined.

I have forgotten what I was going to say about Mr. Scoofy and his Mexican oyster farm, but it don't matter. The main thing is that he will hereafter endeavor to keep this market supplied with his delicious marine fruit; and another great point is that his Mexican oysters are as far superior to the poor little insipid things we are accustomed to here, as is the information furnished by Alexander Von HumboldtⒺexplanatory note concerning foreign lands to that which one may glean from George Marshall in the course of a brief brandy-punch tournament.