As a writer Mr. Stanton is forcible, rather than elegant, and in those of his contributions to newspapers which do not profess to be humorous, there is a sameness which sufficiently stamps their authorship. But as a humorous writer he has no equal in New York or Brooklyn. While his fun is not so boisterous as Artemus Ward’s, or so cutting and sarcastic as Orpheus C. Kerr’s, or so wildly burlesque as John Phoenix’s, there is a gentle ripple of pure fun about it—humor, in fact—which makes one hug himself with pleasure to read. Outside the reading circle of the Eagle many of his good points would be necessarily lost, for it is in the local application of his genius at nickname that most of his power resides. We hope, therefore, to see Mr. Stanton address his humorous powers to some matter of more than local importance, and to greater extent than a simple “epistle,” and we feel sure that his effort must be successful in placing his name by the side of the best of the latterday American wits. (“Brooklyn Newspaper People,” Brooklyn Eagle, 11 July 67, 2, reprinting the Brooklyn Programme)