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VOLUME VI.
THE POOR MAN AND THE
FIEND.
BY REV. MACLELLAN,
A fiend once met n bumble man
At night, in the cokl, dark street,
And led him into a palace fair,
Where music ended sweet; [heart,,
And light and warmth cheered the wanderer’s
From frost and darkness screened,
Till his brain grew mad beneath the joy,
And he worshiped before the fiend.
Ah! well if he ne'er had knelt to that fiend,
For a taskmaster grim was he;
And he said, “One-half of tlry life on earth
I enjoin thee yield to me;
And when, from rising till set of sun,
Thou hast toiled in the heat or snow,
Let thy gains on mine altar an offering be;”
And the poor man ne’er said, “No!”
The poor man had health, more dear than gold,
Stout bone and muscle strong,
That neither faint nor weary grew,
To toil the Juno day long;
And the fiend, his god, cried hoarse and loud,
“Thy strength thou must forego,
Or thou no worshiper art of mine;”
And the poor man ne’er said, “No!”
Three children blest the poor man’s home—
Stray angels dropped on earth—
'l’he fiend beheld their sweet blue eyes,
And be laughed in fearful mirth;
"Iking forth thy little ones, - ’ quoth he,
"My godhead wills it so!
I want an evening sacrifice;”
And the poor man ne’er said, “No!”
A young wife sat by the poor man’s fire,
Who, since she blushed a bride,
Had gilded bis sorrow, and brightened bis joys,
i lift guardian, friend and guide.
Foul fall the fiend! be gave command,
"Come, mix the cup of woe,
Hid thy young wife drain it to the dregs;”
And the poor man ne’or said, “No!”
O, misery now for this poor man!
O, deepest of misery!
Next the fiend his godlike reason took,
And amongst beasts fed he;
And when the sentinel mind was gone,
He pilfered bis soul also;
And marvel of marvels!-—he murmured not;
The poor man ne’er said, “No!”
Now, men and matrons in your prime.
Children and grandsiies old,
Come listen, with soul as well as ear,
Tli'* saying whilst I unfold;
O, listen! till your brain whirls round,
And your heart is sick to think
That in England's isle all this.befell,
And the name ot the fiend was—Drink!
MISCELLANY *
A CELEBRATED CASE ;
OR,
The Miller of Tewkesbury.
DY T. C. IIARBAUGH.
hen the list of men hung by cir
cumstantial evidence is complete, tin 5
name of Calvin Tyler, the miller of
Tewkesbury, will be found thereon.—
One hundred and two years have pass
ed since occurred the particulars we
are about to relate, and the mill which
achieved such notoriety long ago has
been swept Rom existence by the fiery
demon.
On the night of Oct. 20th, 1715, as
several persons affirmed on solemn oath
Galvin l’yler entered his family circle
and said that the faithful watch-dog of
!hi> mill died in a lit and was buried
in the cellar, whose walls were wash
ed on one side by the water of the
race.
The miller furthermore said that the
dog exhibited symptoms of having been
poisoned, and when his daughter ask
ed him if he suspected any one he said
‘-No,’ and almost immediately went to
bed.
This very simple occurrence—the
death of a dog—was to be commented
upon and very generally believed by
the highest in that portion of the realm
One month afterward Mrs. Marble
gave notice to the proper authorities
that her husband, a prominent mer
chant, had been missing lor six-and
twenty days, and that she feared that
foul [day had befallen him.
The lady said that on the 20th of
October her husband had left home at
8 o'clock in the saying that
■He was goi/ig to Tyler's mill, the owri-
P of which, Calvin Tyler, was to pay
i him £6OO of borrowed money aud the
intt rest thereon. With the intention
of collecting the money, as she sup
posed, Mrs. Marble saw her husband
quit the house ; but his absence for the
following several days occassioned her
no uneasiness, as he had been in the
habit of making unannounced journeys
to Loudon, where he sometimes would
remain a week. It was supposed that
Mr. Marble had a love there which
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wr.s destined to estrange him from his
family.
Alter three weeks of continued ab
sence, and no return, Mrs. Marble
questioned the miller concerning her
lord, and was informed that he (Tyler)
had paid the money according to con
tract, and that the merchant had left
the mill by the back door , with the in
tention of paying a visit to a man
named Gordon, a well known poacher
who had upon several occasions fur*
nished the merchant's table with the
best of water fowl.
Mrs. Marble did not prosecute her
search further until she lodged infor
mation with the authorities. She after
wards said that, believing that her
husband had passed from Gordon’s to
the coach-station, she resolved to wait
awhile longer for his return.
Ihe authorities deemed the mer
chant’s absence an affair of
and at once resolved to fathom it If
he had left the mill with £GOO or more,
it was possible that it had attracted
the attention of some who
had forcibly made away with the mer
chant.
CalvinJTyler agam asserted that the
merchant had met him iu the mill on
the 20th, by appointment, and that he
had there paid him the borrowed mon
ey, and interest. His story, told in a
straight-forward manner, impressed
every one, and no one for the time sus
peeled him.
Gordon, the poacher, declared that
Marble had not been to his but for two
months. The merchant was traced to
the mill, but no one had seen him be
yond itj and the Bow street runners
reported that he was not in London.—
llis disappearance now began to as
sume a serious aspect. Tncre were
several people who testified that the
merchant and his debtor had quarreled
several days prior to the meeting at
the mill, and Calvin Tyler was arrested
for murder.
From the moment of his arrest a
chain of damning circumstrnces began
to wrap itself around him. lie most
strenuously denied his guilt, declared
that he had paid Mr. Marble the sum
.£OOO and parted with him in the best
humor. He opened the mill for inspec
tion, and the constables spent several
days in their which ex
tended from cellar to attic. They even
probed thedarkness ot the wheelhousc,
but found nothing to reward their pains*
But while the rigid set’irch was going
on outside, evidence was entangling
the miller in a network of ultimate con
viction.
Not satisfied with the search alluded
to above the authorities ordered an
other. It was generally blieved that
the old mill contained the secret of the
merchant’s death, for no one believed
now that he was still alive. Calvin
'Tyler was released from jail, and or
dered to direct the, hunters, among
whom, this time, was Gordon, the
poacher.
The mill was searched systematical
ly. The party began in the attic, and
at last reached the cellar, where a ter
rible discovery awaited them. Bar
rels were opened and their contents
emptied upon the ground; long sticks
were thrust into the ground, and the
stone walls carefully undermined.
A man was found who happened to
be slyly fishing in the mill-race before
the mill on the night of the 20th. He
saw a man whom he recognized as
David Marble, merchant, approach the
mill; that the miller met him at the
door, and that the two men went into
the structure together. After awhile
the fisher saw a lignt in the mill, and
heard a voice like the miller's say, *VVe
will settle all scores here.’ Then fol
lowed two deadening blows, and all
was still. Up to 11 o'clock Mr. Marble
did not leave by the door which he had
entered, but at that hour Calvin Tyler
came out alone, locked the door and
walked homeward.
This, in brief, was the evidence of
the fisherman, a half witted fellow,
who said that his fear of being punish
ed for stealing fish from the race had
kept back the testimony. Other per
sons deposed to having seen the miss
ing man going toward the mill; but the
declaration of the miller that he had
departed by the back door was not
confirmed. No person had seen Marble
after he had entered the mill.
‘What is this?’ exclaimsd a fel
low, moving a large box from a cor
ner.
Ilis companions were attracted by a
coy and saw what appeared to be loos
ened earth.
'That is wnere I buried my mill dog/
the miller said. ‘I told my family at
the time, and many were the tears
shed over him, for he was a faithful
animal ’
'Let us see his remains. It will do
no harm—the digging up of^iim.'
The speaker was Gordan, the poach
er, and there was a look of triumph
in his small, dark eye, but no one no
ticed it.
Big him up, poor Browser/ said the
miller and accordingly the men went
to work.
Presently one g.ave a loud excla*-
m ition of horror, and sprang back say
ing :
‘Good God! boys! Bo you call that
a dog?'
The hunters clustered around the
excavation, and beheld a h uman hand,
which the spade uncovered.
Calvin Tyler gazed for a mo ment at
the horrible spectacle, and then started
back with a white face.
‘Hold him 1’ cried the leader of the
party, ‘don't let him stir a foot from
here now I'
But the miller did not attempt to
fly
‘Before God I never buried anything
iu this corner but my dog/ he said sol
emnly.
For several minutes the spade threw
the earth out, and the body of a man
was exposed. The ghastly face was
upturned to the lantern light, and ev
ery one recognized it as that of Mr.
Marble.
‘Bring him up aud let him look into
the hole.'
Calvin Tyler did not have to be led
to the grave, lie walked forward with
firm step, and beheld the sickening
sight.
‘lt is David Marble/ he said. ‘But
God knows that I merer put him
there.’
A moment later he put his hand to
his forehead and reeled from the grave
with a fainting cry.
‘There's guilt for you/ said the
poacher. ‘I don't believe he buried a
dog in this hole.'
‘And the assizes will not believe
it either,' said one of his compan
ions.
The discovery in the cellar spread
like wildtire, and the body was taken
from its grave of gloom. The skull was
found to have been fractured by some
blunt and heavy weapon, which medi
cal men said drove pieces of the skull
into the brain, and produced almost
instant death.
After the removal of ihe corpse from
the mill, the grave was further st arch
ed, but the remains of no dog were
found.
The miller of Tewkesbury was now
in an unfortunate situation. Before
the search there were many who be
lieved in his innocence; but now none
Held to that opinion, and foredoomed
the unbappy man went to his trial. It
was in vain that his family testified to
the miller's telling them of the death
and burial of the dog three days pre
vious to Marble's going to the mill ;
vain, too, the man’s asseverations of his
innocence. The finding of the miss
ing man’s corpse in the cellar—in the
very corner where he had sworn to the
interment of the dog —weighed most
heavily against him, and he was found
guilty and sentenced to bejiung in
chains.
But a petition praying the high court
tet spare his family the deep digrace
that would forever attach itself to them
if the awful sentence was carried out*
secured the punish ment of decapitation’
and the unlucky man was accordingly
executed, lie protested his innocence
to the very last, and met his doom
with great composure.
Throughout the reg*ion round about
Tewkesbury it was universally be-*
lieved that the guilty man had been
punished and the law fully vindicated
It was noticed on the trial that Sir Per-,
cy Hasket, a celebrated surgeon, gave
it as his belief that David Marble had
been dispatched by one blow, whereas
the thieving fisherman had sworn to
having heard two deadened blows in
the mill on the eventful night. But
surgeon's evidence did not tend to help
the accused.
The miller had said that he broke in
the heading of a casket with two
blows in Marble's presence ; but this
explanation of the noise was not credi
ted.
Shortly after the miller's execution
his family left Tewkesbury, and all
traces of them became lost. The mill
shunned by the superstitious, and an
other had to be erected to keep the
patronage at home.
Although we have followed the mil
ler of Tewkesbury to his death, the
story of the crime does not end
hero.
Three years after the execution, the
EASTMAN, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 8, IS7S.
Earl of Sudbury's gamekeeper fired at
a poacher, and heard a sharp cry of
pain. In the darkness, 6eaich for the
thief proved uuavailing, and the rnab
ter was dismissed from the garaekeep
er's mind.
Two days after, a dead man was
found under a shelving bank not far
from the scene of the shot. It was evi
dent that he had been dead twelve
Hours. Nobody recognized him, but
the piece of paper he had dropped from
his baud told a terrible story ; it re
vealed a secret which must have haunt
ed its guilty possessor like the ghost of
the murdered dead. The document
contained blood stains, and was writ
ten in a pool - , ragged hand as follows :
“I am Roswell Gordon, of Tewkes
bury, dying from a shot received from
Sudbury’s gamekeeper, aud declare
before God, and with the judgment
before me, that what I am going to
say is true. Three years ago Calvin
Tyler was executed for the murder of
David Marble, merchant. He was in
n.oceut. I, Roswell Gordon, did the
deed. It was in thiswise: I had a
key /othe miller's back door, and used
to get /ny flour by theft. I saw Mr.
Marble and the miller in the mill on
the 20tu. The miller paid him £6OO.
The mereha ut went out by the back
way ; I follou 'ed and struck him once
with a bludgeon. He feil quite dead.
After the milieu le/f Die ra sll I carried
the body to the celliA r j buried him
where I had seen thv® miller put his
dead dog the night before'. Ihe dog
I took away buried near my house. I
poisoned the animal, for he bothered
me at the mill, I got Mr. Marble's
money and gambled it away in Lomdon.
THis true, for I will soon stand before
my God, and I can't die with two
murders on my soul. God have mer
cy on my guilty soul.
Roswell Gordon.
Thus "was the truth finally told ; but
the innocent had suffered for the
guilty.
Justice lmcZ finally overtaken the
poacher. In the night, under the bank
be died with the /crime of years on Iris
soul, unshriyen by priest, and if we
may believe, unforgivAn by Ins God.
It was ordered that colors should be
waved over the miller's grave iu token
of his innoc\ once -
The Functions o/ ft Newspaper.
There has grown up a sort of com-*
mon law of obligation, recognized L?ui
tually by the press aud by the people,
by which the people expect that the
press, as distributers of useful intelli
gence, shall inform them as well what
is to be avoided as what is to lie
sought, as well who is to be suspected
as who is to be confided in. Aud a
newspaper, as a garnerer and distrib
utor of nows, is a public monitor, and
it is it's duty to admonish the people
against frauds and shams, and impose
tures and dishonesties. It is to be a
beacon as well as a guide; and wlien
ever a public newpaper, through its
diversified appliances for the collect
tion and distribution of information,
discovers anywhere in life and in pub
lic avocations, whether it bo of a law
yer, or a clergymau, or a physician, a
man, who, instead of securing the
public welfare by honorable methods
cr practices, simply prowls about in
the backyard of his profession, and
uses the means and instrumentalities
which honorable title gives him to
pander to his own lust cr avarice, or
any other vile passion, and that paper
fails to send out some admonitory
voice, and sound some signal of warn
ing, it is recreant to every principle
of duty aud responsibility, and should
be stigmatized by the public it pre
tends to represent and serve.
A newspaper, however, has no right,
in its endeavors to administer to the
public, to sacrifice private character.
The public, too, has a stake in the
good name of its citizens, and he who
defames a good citizen doe3 it at his
own peril. The public press should
inculcate the sentiment that he who
maliciously, or willfully, or wantonly,
or carelessly even, and falsely charges
a man with a crime, is a foe to society
and an emeny to the law. The law
recognizes this, and always has. so
that from the earliest history of civil*-,
ization, and in the rudest stages of
society, we have found the law fur-,
nished protection to every man in the
full and complete enjoyment of a well
earned reputation.
Little Johnny ran into the house the
other day with the perspiration stream
ing from every pore, and shouted: ‘Oh
mamma! mamma! fix me; I'm leaking
all over.'
BILL ARP’S BUGLE HORN.
A Blast from the Georgia Phil
osopher,
Editors Constitution : Lookin’ upon
you as vigilant sentinels upon the
watchtowers of it is every
man's duty to keep you posted. The
universal diffution of knowledge ought
to be the aim of every good newspaper,
and if you don’t know everything your
selves, why I suppose you must pick
up a little here and a little there, and
manufactur some, and then mix it all
up together and sow it broad cast and
trust to Providence for a crop. Times
used to be when only a few knowed
what was going on, and the balance
was left in ignorance and had all the
work to do, but every now and then
a smart feller would crop above the
weeds and get ahead in spite of all
obstacles. Such was Henry Clay and
Joe Brown and Luster. But now-a- I
days mankind are gittiu' more and
more alike, and the time will come
when one mau will have as iair chance
to know everything as another man, if
not more so, and then the race for a
livin', and for fame and power will be
even all round and it will be nip and
tuck between them ? and nobody git
veiy much ahead. Then the human
race will develop like blooded stock
and the scrub will disappear and eve
rybody be a Lexington, or a shanghai,
or a Berkshire, or a Jerseo, and all be
the same size and color, and have the
same kind of a nose and mouth and
eyes; and the women will be so purty
and so much alike that there won’t be
so mucl) choice between them, and tlic
boys can marry the first one that coinC 8
ulong and not get worsted. That bless
ed time is coming but it ain’t come
yet, by a long sight; and nothin’ has
tens it more than the diffusion of knowl
edge by good newspapers. I remember
when a sharp man could set up a store
at the cross roads and sell goods for 2
hundred per cent—when a lawyer
could take half a man's land for defend
in' the title—when a doctor charged
SSOO for cutting a rock out of a man—
when no body hut rich folks could ride
in a buggy, or wear boots and store
clothes and linen bosoms and muslin
and palpitatin’ lace, and cook on a
stove, and have glass winders and or
chards and flowers and book music ;
but now' most everybody does, and it
is gittin’ more ar.d more so, and the
race is improvin' and giuJn’ smarteT.
and if some folks would quit slander
in' and lyin’, I would bo eatisfide witk
human progress, and think we was all
on the way to a speedy millennium.—
Wouldn't you ? I know the press is
doing a power of work in the land, but
there's a heap more to be done. The
people are waiting for light. A man
come by my house yesterday with a
load of chickens, and when 1 axd him
about politics he said it was mighty
tight in his settlement between Luster
and Parks Bell, but he throught Lus
ter a leetle ahead ; and when I axed
him where he lived he said in Pickens.
Another man told me he seed a man
who was on the grand jury this week
and he told him that they took a vote
in the jury room aud 16 of the jury
was for Felton and 12 for Luster and
when I remarked that it was an on
common large jury he said he reckon
ed the judge put on some extras on
account of the weather ; and this morn
ing a fellow cum along and after a chat
said he was for me aud wasgwine to
vote for me, and when I told him I
wasent a candidate he axd me if my
name wasent Arp and said it was no
rated up at Fine Log that I was a run
nin' for Congress. Before lie left lie
tried to borrow a half a dollar to buy
some medisine for a sick child.
Now that's wliat the matter, Mr.
Editor ; some of the unmitigated have
got it reported that I am a candidate
and the Felton idolizers have set into
abusin' me like I was a thief, and be
fore the race is over they’d have me
mignty nigh as mean as Luster. I can
stand it and have stood it so long that
it’s become sorter my normal condition,
as the savin' is, but it ain’t fair, for
there's no set off at all. I ain't got
any of Dr. Felton’s thirty thousnnd
dollars nor any hope of what Faster is
get hereafter. I wish the newspapers
would let the people know whose the
issue is. I reckon my friend Willing
ham does know, but while he"~Ts foolin’
around somewhere, his printer let's in
all sorts of stuff, as if I w’as a running
One of his correspondents puts forth
eleven conundrums to me about gold
rings, as if I kept a jewelry store, and
he signs his name Bill Arp, Jr. Now'
my juniors are all present or accounted
for, and they are all Luster boys to the
backbone, and one of them is named
after him, and I didn't know I had any
stray ones a runniu about loose and on
marked, but if there are any its a fraud
and I don't wonder thoy have turned
up on the wrong side.
Another fellow who thinks I am a
candidate, come3 out with a whole lot
of unmitigated, and abuses me for run*
nin a Sunday school in Dr. Felton's
chapel. Well, that do settle it. That
feller wants light. I never was High
er to the chapel than the big road in my
life, but ’sposc I was, Mr. Muttonhead,
what's that got to do with Luster, and
what are you going to do about it ? I
reckon you got your slanderin’ from
that crazy amazon whom everybody
pities and nobody believes, and who
has for years been tryin to regulate so'
ciety down to hci standard. Allow me
to intorm you that my friend Win Pink
ney Smith, alias Peckerwood, who has
a red head and a big heart, is ruimin
that school, and if you'll come over he
will teach you the ten commandments,
aun maybe you’ll find out there’s two
of 'em mighty hard down on lying. I
am sorry for you and all such,for when
you die aud knock at the gate aud St-
Peter asks you wliat made you vote
agin Luster, I suppose you'll say, “be
caus Bill Arp run a Sunday school in
Felton’s chapel. My poor unfortunate
feller man, what do you reckon would
become of you then ? Now I w r ant all
these mistaken people to understand
that the man who is running against
Dr. Felton is George Nelson Luster,
the same good and pure man that Dr
Felton alluded to four years ago, when
he declared in public that “if the con*
vention was to nomiuate as good and
pure a manias Geo. N. Luster 1
would ground arms and retire to pri
vai e life.” That's the man. He lives
down here i n Marietta, and was ap>
pointed /udge by Gov. Colquitt over
all the pro*. ' sure that Joe Brown could
brin<* to beat for Jeems * You soe the
Governor di JnV know then tliat be had
been stealin and p. und(?l ‘ n ’ and ko
it for granted that x )r * * ekori
truth, and it was trrn ' h > and il ’* thc
truth now, aud will contiriv et ° bo when
Luster gets to congress, and C Wl . *?'°
just us certain as the people 1
and knowledge. And when this ’
race is over and all settle clown
the old channels, and the good doctor
shakes oft his love for "Washington
and concentrates his affections once
more upon the unpretending chapel;
the nabors w r ill rejoice and be glad,
ai?d it me and my folks can't get a
front seat, then we will be content
w r itn a ba’pk one, and then that charity
which is always kind and endureth all
things will prevail. If some of us are
awful dinners, thp greater the need of
a middle man, and the woV’k oughtent
to be done like an epidemic, hut we
ought to wound up every Sunday, hkc
a clock ; and it the doctor waited to
be ordained, why, everybody' will
vote for it—and if he didn’t, we’ll lake
him on faith, jesso, and then, maybe,
the wheat crop will turn out better,
and the peaches will hit, sum
mer rains will come, and everything he
lovely', and everybody calm and se
rene.
When I take these butiful prospects
I wish there wasn't but one side to
this bisness, and that was our side ;
but then again when 1 hear of some
sweet morsel of slander agoin around,
the charm is broken, and I feel like
exclaiming, in the elegant language of
Willingham : “Why, hang it ! can’t
the champagne be honestly conducted?’
I think so ; but don't take too much
this weather my boy.
Your frind, Bill Arp.
P. S.—Tell my r friend Cox to hurry
up his fair. A few good horse races
would divide the excitement and tone
down our people smartly'. The doctors
say they must have a ‘counter irritant'
to prevent brain fever, but Sam Mor
gan says that's what's the matter—
they are taking too much c >unter-ir
ritant. B. A.
f I have calculate 1/ said an eminent
ariihtnetic-man, ‘that the average man
speaks three hours a day’, at the aver
age speed of 100 words a minute—
say', twenty-nine octavo pages an hour
or GOO a week; consequently, in the
course of a year, the average man
talks fifty-two large volumes.’ ‘Sir,’
said one of the audience, a man of
scant respect for the sex to which he
owed his mother—‘does your calcula
tion apply also to women?’ ‘lt does,
sir,' coldly’ replied the arithmetic-man;
‘all you have to do is and he
put a 0 after the 52.
And now the early worm catches
the small boy looking for fish-bait.
Policeman—Now, then, move on!
There's nothing the matter.
Boy in the crowd—Yer needn't tell
us that; you wouldn’t be here il thero
was.
‘llelloh ! who's there !' exclaimed a
young man as he entered the Bowling
Saloou at Like George. ‘Tis I, sir,
rolling rapidly, replied a young lady as
she sent a ball whizzing down the al
ley.
A little girl showing her little cous
in—a boy about four years old—a star
said : 'That star you see up there is
bigger’n this world.’ ‘No it ain't/
‘Yes it is.' Then why don't it keep
the rain off?'
Josh Billings in a zoological moment
writes: The peculiarity of thc fly is
that he returns to the same spot; but
it is the characteristic of thc mosquito
that he returns to another spot. Thus
lie differs with thc leopard which docs
not change its spots. This is ail ims
portant fact in natural history.
An absent-minded editor having
courted a girl, applied to her father.
The old man said : ‘Well, you want my
daughter' what sort of a settlement
will you make ? What will you give
her ?'
‘Give her? 4 replied the editor look*
ing up vacantly, ‘l’ll give her a pvjf .’
‘Take her.'
The government is going to send a
New England bank cashier along with
the Howgate Arctic expedition. When
the ship reaches an impassable ico
bank the cashier will be set out upon
it. He will break it up and find the
nearest, shorteast route to Earoep in
about ten days. The ships can follow
him.
‘Mamma, where do the cows get
the milk?’ asked Willie looking up
from the foaming pan of milk which
he had been intently regarding.
‘Where do you get your tears?’
'as the answer.
‘ tier a thoughtful silence he again
A out, ‘Mamma, do the cows have
broke nked?’
to be spa _
■* fainted at a camp -meet
A man whe v . , Tr
’lsuppomtcd. He oxs
mg was sadly u -, n men rus h
pectcd h hat a <l>z '- -sks out of their
1) pull whisky-flu „ drjnk to
pockets and give him v _
• . . ® , re forth com
vive him. JLhc flasks wt • ,
. , , 'in enough
mg, but they didn’t conta - ? fain * and
liquor to moisten the lips FL
too late in the day.— Norr. Hera
Lord Boßeberry has given M*
Rothschild, his betrothed, the largest
sapphire in the world known to exist.
Bouton Post. They say it's most as
bi> as a small house, and that he fovea
Hannah like a house-sapphire. But
if wo avei *c the Roseberries wo should
not like to .have such a Sapphirer and
Hannah nigh us in the family. —Phil
adelpaia Bulletin,
‘Oh’ dear!’ exclaimed Henrietta
throwing herself down into a chair ‘I
will never go to tfiat post-office again,
to be looked out of countenance by all
those men on the corner. It is so pros
yoking! What can I do, Sarah Jane,
the stop these awful men from staring
me so in the face V
‘Do as I do,' replied Sarah Jane ;
‘get a skirLs’CTStOf and show your
Newport ties.'
‘Do you keep nails here ?' asked a
sleepy looking lad, walking into a
hardware store the other day. ‘Yes '
replied the gentlemanly proprietor.
‘What kind? We keep all all kinds
of nails ; what kind will you have and
how many ?'
‘Well,’ said the boy, sliding toward
the door, ‘l'il take a pound of finger
nails and about a pound and a half of
toe-nails.'
A lady occupying room letter B at
a hotel, wrote on the slate as foliows:
‘Wake letter B at seven; and if let
ter B says, ‘Let her be,' don't let her
be, nor letter B be, because if you let
letter B be, letter B will be unable to
let her house to Mr. B , who is to
call at halt-past ten.' The porter, a
better boot-black than orthographist,
after studying the above all night, did
not know whether to wake letter B
or to let her be.
NO. 32.