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WEDNESDAY MORNNG, OCTOBER 6, 1875. No. 40.
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Let me whisper, friend, to yoU,
.orag&
&Y w
As a blaying from above,
Ta
Give It.
hw you doubt,
I youknow w to toiigt,
Light it.
-Rofis jo Itod,P
It you've ay gref to meet,
in A-- .a -,Sif
e Wn slet
guests that crowded one of the
e -de# -ina hB
two ladies 'who attracted universaal
edgaunt or other apr
relesio-4hemother, a faire -frail
gidf and with curling $i-dan 'hair,
an est~~
fall, they were sitt g together on
the wide verandah kconve1dtng in
low ts5*Z~
terest to the younger one at least
theer r hca i
"Hwlng seseie you
and Melville (aerrI3zday.eur lit:
tie quarrel?"d
"It ws) jrrel
aant ,~ bone 1ig enouag to con
ti o judging by his
"Hw long sine
"'Two y pne
"T wo yhe man is
a e irt, and you are
a . anything for him
n? Agj egg, gy eAd,,ou
will drop your hasdkerchief into
the s on ar
The young gisWpiked up her
handgh f from e floog and
plaeed it again under her cheek and
all, or something equalIy"foolidI
in shortly afte ,"?Sfound him
ly gigakxhing
strong writh e'sm"eIl of brandy.
II hekhfreeaa ,& ahe had
bien drinkngfiqifar,4nd wagiX
rgdytoo. dn Itto-sit up, and
uaek BCIa eenieio said some
v~~d~pl~ihe seem
non c@riadAtfast Ibe..
tgne acjra yelf4Oot~
hiaZ-fae for he got up and fol-.
a i. diAEkig man, I7
Any coplacent4y wirlipg. a
sti|iidfwteh pharm~ arod
~"f[si%mXlove, thereg goe that
handkerchief agine~ It surely
wiU~rn~t~ th~ fatvPAt. nc"rt tima
like ITasr W " a (s
was eling t day, anq
whe e i ng so pale
and thb ed on hie
drin s e brandypand made
him do there on the sofa tc
wait e."
girl! by idn o ndMxim
and 'Said
An, jampin h ai;
and pacing up n. wn
"Mother did ha4zpne
away, and we verMard
from or of him saiMieie,
also risi or I abethd
ban ief, w hic fluttered
lownw d fell plump mthe
idd ly up-tu of a gen
tle M w g along on
the aquet. s ped ewn
just time to ti to
wa or hot-;and
, a t h e 0 ta , n g @ t h e
parl en st9w. he
han f t er.
Dr in a lecturewrf h~"'re
less m prudish Aun&Agan
Sab, art iftly 6igh
the and oheronj;
vea au eceiW h
ban f. le I itk,
the ournful co 0
hav iour
mu ittle me felkwor
der Mou so Sgift
din he abri ligh
i i ha gentlema"
p ghl2lor, out
the ah pproache.
AM Ih, who W the on
e to restore your hand
kerchief, mada id, proffer
ing it to her. I
Aunt Hanna# h3r hands
and herself b
C"You are mi ir; I have
iny handkere nd as she
still hesitated h aly reserve
took the alarm
"Oh 1 I und the tricks
of you city f You know
tery well that is no handker
chief.. Catch me dropping hand.
tlemen inT e M6reA." lhank
goodne, my niece has gon~e to
heri'oom, or you wouldhave been
mpua.eoaL8~4gbL to have brouight
t to her; and she like a little
goose2, would have been ready to
try. -Go your way young man;
yshaV6fied -This time.~
Slowly returning the way he
camsif olding tbe hatidkershief
in his liaid and witih Han nahs'
walked in his sleep.
ro ee emope i 1 cwdi
ly girl wi thoft10dey.e es, who
had once hna g a ihktarm,. and
made tkggrgh a pa dia. for
him. Noittig iihnA ace
that he saw peeping over the rail
ng reminded him of that other
hsa# gutn~i the t s ao
ed all those sweet and bitter i-ecol
*e sought his room that night,
sitting dopn,-b 'd his face
is hands aself up
he drea piW' Hoe
lied i ;,ill
h
d a bad -been him
in rushing away without even
sorely haii h@at bee'n w&und
ed that for noiry two "years he
hasi r6s1Y Nieuded' ier frosn
his thoukts an ie deemed his
love all,vnts; b*uo-ight,
as his mmi j O t h'er f>eore
him in all her beaifdifu ngp
inoece,he-found that.he .loed
her just as fonidly an4ide oetedly
as when they clasped theirlhands
inetrothal.
As~he reflected he took up the
little white messen,ger ~that had
fluttEred into lifbe etfat
evening and, !>egan to turn it over
and over, holding it up to the
light, and finally his eyes rested
on a name. He looked closer and
read in tiny letters "Susie Brad
ford," the name of his first love.
That she should have seen and
recognized him and dnrope t.he
handkerchief down on purpose to
Lattract his attention was his first
thought;ad man-like, his vanity
was hugely flattered. His next
impulse was to rush to the hotel
c'and seek her out that night and
have the explanation that should
have been made two y e a r s
ago.
ActiAg onAthis impuliej hd rush,
ed rourld the hdtel'nd examined
the register to make sure. There it
was, the sweetest name in all .lie
-world to him. On making inqui
ries, to his great chagrin he learn
ed that she had etired, for the
night.' -
The next morning he called
again, and after sending up his
name and a pleading little note,
he began tra4pingup and down
the floor to conceal, if possible, his
agitation. Aunt Hannah entered
and instantly recognized him as the
"roaring lion" she had had an en.
counter with the evening before.
She had related the affair to Susie,
and took considerable. credit to
herself for her shrewdness in bluff.
ing him off. Seating herself in a
large arm chair, in the middle of
the room, she watched his move
ments with the eye of a lynx.
She knew he was up to mischief,
probably he meant to carry off the
silver, ice pitcher. At any rate,
she would see what he was up
to.
There was heard a.light step trip
ping down the stairs, th6 rustling
of a silken robe, and Susie shot
through the door, and into the
open.arms of t.he suspected man.
Neither spoke-both hearts were
too fall for words. Aunt Hannah
sat dumb with amazement. At
last a look of intelligence darted
across her kindly, dear old face.
"Susie," she said, twitching at
her niece's sleeve, "did you drop
that handkerchiot.,over the. rail
ing,.after. al?"
"6yei, Anoiki-6
"Did you drop it on purpose?"
"No, dear Aunty, it was- purely
accideiial." -
"God ient that handkerchief as
a mhNdfr-ioyNa4w ie't
gether, and what he brings togeth
ei,Iet no staapat asuInder. Young
man riighZVof ansgen hepar
son. There will be a wedding
hei tp-y. No m6re.pnisunder
standing, mind you."
And that same day, up in Aunt
Hannah's sacred room with only
the- necessary witnesses present,
the twain were made one,and went
on their way rejoieing.
* The unconscious jittle handker
phief that brought. all this happi
ness about was laid away in a per
fumed box, to.he taken ont again
after awhile, it may be, and nseed.
as a shawl for "dolly."
So endeth my story.
-The trai &asefp*h&iiin At
antq.nd ithe obliging.conductor
welnp to the Jhemejy sold. lady.
wito2wg pyidgently trav.eling.alone,
and said~ ")gatame, have you a
companion ?"
"Obp :gesy sir; 2Marthy- .Ann
ade me fetch along her little
lack ridikule that she calls a
umpanyoni I"
"No, no ; I mesa an eseort!"
"A what, sir?" and she looked
thim hard enough to break her
pectacles.
"A fellow traveler with you!"
xplained the conductor desperate
She rose. Her uplifted hand
ooked <deadly in its black mitten
garniture.
~"Trgedr2gS g"samp;
no, sir! The idee' of mej a lone
womaii, with no riatural -pro
tector but a sheep skin kiver
ed New Testament, havin' a fel
ler travelin' with me!1 Your mo
ther ought to weep over your im
perdence, young man, and I'll have
you to know that I kin git along
in this world about.as well as any
sixty year old widow that you ev
ever struck agin I"
By this time the conductor was
out on the platform wiping the
perspiration from his face, and
sweariug that that old lady might
go it alone," to her heart's con
tent.
Never. run down your oppo
nent's goods in public. Let him
I d;o hi on adverising.
gseeU mtmn. .
(From the New York Tribune.]
ABOUT BABIES.
The amount of patience whic
we brit-g to bear on babies de
pends very much on whether do
not we have babies of our own:
There was a time when 1 would
have joined heartily enough to
the storied toast, "To the health
of the much calumniated good
King Herod." But that was be
fore the advent of Jonathan Edi
wards.
'Twas a bitter cold day in Febrd'
ary when Jonathan Edwards ar
rived-the -bitterest and -oldeal
day not only of the Winter, bo
the bitterest and coldest since
1820, the chronicles said. And to
be roused at an. unseemly hour
on such a morning and started of
on a most embarrassing and ah
accustomed errand, 's enough in
all conscience to disturb the spir
itual balance of .a nervous man.for
the rest of the day.
* *, : *s . - *
It was some time before I could
master the courage to ask whelk.
er I was a father or mother-not
that I felt no curiosity, but be
cause the treatment which. I had
for some hours undergone nade, it
a question in my mind whether
I had.any rights which any hu
man being was bound to respect.
When- a rather raised 'and indig
nant voibe replied, "She's a boy,"
[ felt that the supreme moment of
mylife-was at hand, and that forti
tude was necessary. d6i a most seo
rious complication -had -come,-trow.,
ble loomed dar'ly on-oth bows
as well as dead ahead; of this I
was aware-ves - bfoare L--a10*
the soft grey eyes of Mrs. Paul
fixed reproachfully upon me. We
had half promised one lady friend
that it should be named Louise, an
other was happy in the conviction
thaauir.AA.callit Caroline,
but deep.down. in.,the recesses of
her heart Mrs. Paul had settled
that the girl should. bear;the.name
f a great and good aunt, and glide
gently down the stream of Time
ticke'ted, '"DIorothy .Tane." You
see the dilemma; all previous
plans were disarranged none of
the names would now do. And
thus it is tha&tt&this.dagthe babe
has but a noritd6eefce'au is 'twere
-Jonathan Edwards. The faalt
is not mine, certainly; but never a
ay passes over my head that it
is not flung up to me that but for
e the babe would have a name.
And with egh ggmrig dawn
the question is harled at me,
"What do you mean to call him,
anyway ?"
Sometimes I think of shaking
lot of good names up in a bag
and letting hira grab for one, so
shi geepoiiityfrom my
wn shoulAlevs po those of the
Fates. Again, it occurs to me that
perhaps 'twere only right to wait
till he grows up and then lot him
:hoose a name for himself!
In the meanwhile the boy seems
to gtow an.d thrive as well as
tough ho had been christened
eorge Washington or .Tulius
Desar at birth. For his own part
e has never, from the-first, seem
d -to care mtich for being named.
n arriving at the hotel he made
o-sign from which I can infer
that he was anxious that the regis
tershould .be brought up to him.
Lately from tfhe tropicis, a hot-air
register would.not, have been un
acceptible, perha#s, but as for im
mediatelf writing his name and
place of residence, and final desti
ation, down in a book, he' maani
fested no-eagerambition. Hi'S chief
nxiety was about meals. Here
was a hotel kept on the European
plan, mieals supposed to be ready
at all hours, yet there seemed to
be nothing ready for him. Little
wonder that he set up a wail of
vexation.
What a hurry and scurry there
then was in the hall, to be sure.
No need to carry the news to Ma
ry ; she and Nora, Bridget, Kath
leen, and Kate knew it as soon~ as
anybody, and must have trumpet
d the story through the resonant
speaking-tubes, which lead all over
the house. Verily, the chamber
maids who came with dust-pans,
and the f-rmen who came with
coal-scuttles, and the bell-boys
who came with pitchers of ice wa
jiter, were a sight to see. That
they looked for largess because
of what had happened, that they
expected gratuities cannot be, for
they asked for none. But they
offered fervid congratulations, and
lingered round after they had spo
ken them, when there really re
mained nothing more to be said.
Even the sparrows knew all about
'it,and came hopping upon the win.
dow-sill pecking at the panes, not
with an eye to crumbs, I am sure.
Then when I came to walk down I
town in an hour or two, the i
people in the omnibuses and on
the street corners and in the club j
.windows were talking about it and I
looking at me. "See! that's the 4
-father of the baby just born at the I
Quillsey House; there he goes; i
don't he feel mighty fine," they 1
said-just as though a baby had <
bever before been born. But the I
narked attention so liberally be
sto*ed pleased me; notthat I my- J
self had any foolish vanity but o
was it not a compliment to MY SON?
Nurse said he was a fine boy, but
when i came to make a critical ex- I
amination of his legs they distress- j
e-d me. They seemed dreadfully E
-bow. But this I was*told is a pecu- I
Darity of babies. (Perhaps the bow t
shape is given so they may lie by
t,he hour andafidAle away at their I
beads, wheneadiy've nothing bet- t
ter-to do.) 1*6ars, too, in the f
dim religious light of the chamber, t
lookea like erumpled rose-leaves. t
These latter are all smoothed out I
now, but in his legs I still see a
funny sort of parenthesis. Ex- t
perts asiure m e that they'll
straightei"but in time. I don't 1
.pch care whether, they do or
not-they'll be handy just as they e
are when he comes to ride nail- C
kegs. d
* * * * * *
Sprawling about on a blanket,
looking some like an under boiled I
crab,more like an overdone'cherub
-this then was My Son! Here was I
the heir of much of my fortune and I
all my greatness, wrapped up in ar
square of cotton-batting no larger I
than a pa c k e t- handkerchief. s
There had been long months of t
weary waiting and ardenit expec
tation most elaborate preparation
had been made, and here was the -
mouse!
Looking at this shrimp of hu
manity, swaddled like a miniature ~
mummy, hittle did 1 imagine the I
power which there lay latent ;
little did I di,eanm that those tiny 3
arms-scarce larger than a pipe- I
stem-would in time come to pull 4
me hither and thither, Ipowerless I
the while as. though swayed by
the horses of Thrace ; that they
would hold me back from my c
amusements, fetter me when I1
wished to work, keep me. in doors 1I
when it was my will to go out, a
drive me out when I wished to f
stay in. But behold me now, the i
slave of that molecule's whims, (
the veriest creature of his caprice.
If he holds out his little hands to (
me I must needs drop whatever e
I am busied with and take him. s
Work may stand still, but his d
sweet will may not be thwarted. i
And he is the veritable Old Man r
of the Sea. Once mounted on my ;
shouldiiTesanfotThliso'dgTiin.
He likes walking. Exercise of that i
kind does not seerm to Cire him at I
all. I think he could survive be- a
ing carried round the room till c
the ceiling fell in-his talent for a
that sort of thing is -wonderful. e
Nor does he ever tire of the great
moral ~drama. When I crawl e
about the floor on all fours, bark- r
ing like a dog, and arching up my c
back like a cat, he applauds vehe- a
mently. So when I bring myc
nose against the door in an effortf
to play bo-peep for his amuse- a
ment-so, too when I dance round a
the room on my head to show him t
how he'd look upside down. On t
all these occasions he is not sparing a
at plaudits, and he never fails to e
express his wish that the play i
should go on. Already I've worn
out several pairs of trousers and c
am looking round for new proper- t
ties, a false nose and a wig, for in-i
stance.t
I have spoken of My Son as The I
Old Man of the Sea, but this was
miguaively A.t first coming, I
though with weazened face and
wrinkled ways, he really did seem
to be but a little old man. When
he scowled at you the suggestion
was striking. As for interest in
things around him, he had none.
He had not the air of one to whom
the world was new, but rather of
Dne to whom it was tediously
ld, and neither amusing nor in
structive. Even at the patent sil
ver door knobs that wouldn't move
when you turned them, and at
the bright bell-pulls that wouldn't
ring when you pulled them, he
ooked as though he had seen
nodern improvements before. If
rou spoke to him it attracted his
ittention not at all; just an indif
,erent gaze he gave you and turn
3d wearily away, as though occu
)ied with matters of -reater mo
nent. A joke was worse than
hrown away on him. Though
wery one else might laugh, he
)t looked up at the ceiling and
7awnod as who should say, "These
okes'may do very well for you
lown here but up there where I
ome from they have better ones."
fet all the while it was plain that
ie was a first class humorist.
Lt times he would lie for an hour
mi4ing away within himself in
he funniest- fashion ; catch him
Lt it and he became grave at once.
t was as though he thought that
hat which amused him was
o far beyond our comprehension
or him to attempt tof explain it
O us, and he did n6t -*ish to be
bought frivolous, so he checked
is smile.
The little sense of moral obliga
ion that a baby has is a marvel to
ae. That he has' any duties in
ife never obcurs to him. In the
rIe n li& hAkig
ividently that nothing is expected
>f him but to grow. Where his
tinner comes from matters not to
im so long as he gets it. Though
t may be that the milk wherQin
ie rioteth belongeth of right to
nother baby, the ethical question
vhich at once ariseth troubleth
im not. He is reckless of results
or am I certain that he is not
rofane. When he mutters to him
elf in an unknown tongue, on
seing forbidden - something for
rhich he has a longing, how do
ye know that he is not swearing?
Che harangues to which Jonathan
idwards occasionally treats us
~re excessively funny.' He be
omes animated and his gesticula
ion is rapid and expressive. "If
e had another baby here don't
ro think he'd know what this ba
>y is saying ?" asked little Hal
mne day, while we were listening
0 one of this infa.nt orator's fervid
xhortations.
Perhaps you wonder how we
ame to call him Jonathan Ed
ards. Truth to tell, I hardly
now myself. .But the name
omehow seemed to fit him. His
ace had a gravity seldom found
n one so young. He had a judi
:ial air, too, as though in his own
nind passing on momentous the
ilogical questions. Pleasant his
ixpression was, but to some extent
evere. And this same air of
lgnity which~ characterized his
nfancy he'still preserves at his
ipe age of seven months. Ap
roach him wvith a laugh and
e by no means responds at once
n kind. No, no indeed. First
e looks you steadily in the eye
nd apparently considers whether
r not there is anything to laugh
t-whether this is simply a stere
typed a n d unmeaning smile
hich you bring him, a sort of
hetiron smile which you keep
egularly on hand for all babies,
r whether it is a good square
mile, hiousing a deeper signifi
ance. If the scrutiny be satis
actory, he gives a pleasant look
~nd an approving nod, perhaps
dding a few remarks intended
o be reassuring and compliment
ary ; but if not, he turns his head
,way and takes no further notice
f you. Life is too brief,be thinks,
o throw.much of it away on those
vho smile because they can think
>f nothing else to do, and, young
hough he is, he has no time to
vaste. I have already hinted
hat he is waggishly inclined. Of
en when you hold out your arms
o him he will extend his in return,
m annpnoah to take him he turna
his bead cunningly away, laying
it over his nurse's shoulder with
a quiet chuckle, as though to say,
"Not for Jonathan."
I do not know that ours is a
pretty baby. But no one has yet
had the temerity to say, in the
presence of either mother or fa
ther, that he is not. It is certain
that he has lovely blue eyes and a
delicate complexion, and these go
a great way you know in deter
mining good looks. His hair, what
there is of it, is of a nice color,
and shows a tendency to curl, but
we take no special credit to our
selves on that head as yet and
when photographed we clap a lace
wig on him. For one so young,
he is certainly very bald. As for
teeth, they, like his troubles, are
yet to come. His figure is fine.
And of late his back bone has stif
ened up so that he can sit on
the floor without every minute
lurching forward on his nose.
This tumbling over was a great
grief to him, and I thought of
loading him heavily below the
waist like the toy boys you buy
at stores so that he'd at once re
gain an upright position without
tronble to himself or others. If
his nose is a little flat now, it is
because of these repeated tumbles,
but there is no question that in
the fullness of time he will come
to haver a fine Roman beak like
his mother's. And one thingis cer
tain whether handsome or not he
is good, and in this latter respect
the resemblance so often traced
between Jonathan Edwards and
his father mainly lies.
JoEm PAul.
SABBATH COURTEsY.-Hospitali
yis nowhere ore-excelntthan
in the house of God, snd nihre
is its noglect so inconsistent. He
who opens a pew to a stranger
may strengthen a heart and save
a soul. An exchange tells the fol
lowing-story:
When the first Presbyterian
church, of New York, stood in
Wall street, Robert Lennox, then
an eminent merchant, was a mem
ber. He took a great interest in
young men especially those who
were strangers. He invariably,
on Sundays, took the position of
usher, welcomed all new comers,
and escorted them to comfortable
seats. Standing in the vistibule,
one day, he saw a young man
coming up the steps, evidently a
stranger, and.with the air of one
who felt himself an intruder.
The frank and hearty merchant
met the young man on the thresh
old, gave his hand and told him
he was glad to see him that morn
ing in the house of the Lord.
You are a.stranger I presume,
he said.
Yes this is my first Sabbath in
New York; and my mother charg
ed me to reverence the house of
the Lord.
Just in from his country home,
the young man was not over-dress
ed. Mr. Lennox escorted him up
the center aisle, and seated him in
his own pew.
The next morning the young
man went to a business house to
see if he could get a bill of goods.1
He gave his references.
Did I not see you in Mr. Len
nox's pew yesterday ? said the
merchant.
I don't know, sir. A gentle
man gave me a seat in chnrch,
and sat down beside me.
Well, young man; that gentle
man. was Robert Lennox, and I
will trust any young man whom
Mr. Lennox seats in his pew.
That young man became an em
inent merchant. To the day of
his death he said: I owe all I am
in this world to that Sunday when
Mr. Lennox invited me to sit in
his pew.
it is a little remarkable, to say
the least, that every man who has
seen Donaldson's balloon since it
left Chicago, has seen it quite late
at night, in the dark, when he was
coming home from the lodge.
A German chemist says that
mosquito bites are healthy. There
are some men who would try to
prove ,Tersey lightning beneficial
for the system if it were only a
little harder to take.
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Joe PAriffae
Done with Neatness and Dispatch.
Terms Cash.
A FLEA IN BED.
There are some folks fleas won't
bite, but Alonzo Fleet, a mairied
citizen of Danville, Va., has spent
the bigger part of his life after
sun down looking for fleas. It is
exceedingly annoying to Mrs.
Fleet.
Just as she gets the baby to
sleep and has folded her ow n
hands in blissful slumber, Fleet
slips out cf bed feet foremost, and
bump he hits on the door, with
the half whispered remark on his
lips;
"The durned fleas."
"You have awakened me again,
Mr. Fleet; I believe you are try
ing to wear me out. Here I had
just got to sleep, and am now so
nervous I shan't sleep any more
this night. What in the world
are you after ?"
"Mary, there's a fleaon me some.
where; you know I can't sleep
when there are fleas in bed," and
Fleet struck a match.
"I don't believe there's any
deas in bed; its just a notion of
your own. You can't sleep your
self and you won't let anybody
else."
"'Pon my word, Mary. (Fleet
approached with the candle,) ha !
there he goes now I Oh, the little
devil! Now I've got him!1" and
Fleet grabbed the tail of his sihirt,
setting the candle by the bed, while
be wet the place so as to seo the
aea and then stuck a needle thro'
it and showing it to his wife,
said in some triumph. -"You call
that a notion, my dear; I call it a
"Mr. Fleet, take that candle away
f~rom the baby's eyes," cried out
Krs. Fleet, just as the baby waked
up and the music commenced.
"I'll rock her, Mary," murmur
ad Fleet.
"You rock her ! no, sir, never !
['1l rock her, myself; it's just
vhat i'm for. I, Mary Thompson,
narried Alonzo Fleet to saffer for
aim, to drudge for him by dayand
ose all my sleen at night. My
ifs's no more than a flea to him.
What cares he if I die? Hooty
k>oty; isn't Mr. Fleet young and
strong, and handsome, and couldn't
io soon get another wife ?" And
Efrs. Fleet lifted up her voice and
wept like a hard rain.
Fleet put on his breeches and
ook a chew of tobacco, and as
ie walked to the window to "spit
)ut" he said seriously, he wished
svery flea on earth was dead ; that
ie wasn't long for this world, if
Eary lived and the fleas continued
,o hop around at night.
Mrs. Fleet told a Danville friend
iert day that Mr. Fleet provoked
ier so hunting fleas at night that
ihe sometimes told him she believ
d he was after wanting her to
'Flee as a bird to Mount Zion."
Lhey laughed and told her she
was always saying something fun
ly.-Tom. Evans to Vicksburg
Werald.
The weavers of Spitalflelds,Eng
and, sing hymns and psalms while
t their looms. This practice
ame with their forefathers from
he Low Countries, who, with
ther Protestants, came over to
nhgland from Flanders. It is
o this custom Falstaff alludes
a Henry IV., act 2, scene .I: "I
would I were a weaver. I would
ing psalms and all manner of
longs."
Some one has discovered a mode
>f sending any number of tele
grams over the same wire, by sim
>1y pitching each message in a dif
erent key with the aid of tuning
orks.
The Kingof the Friendly Islands
n the Pacific Ocean is a licensed
ocal minister of the Methodist de
iomination, and his wife Queen
Jharlotte, is a class-leader.
A. T. Stewart is extravagant
a his old age. He spent $3 cash
n Saratoga the other day.
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