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I WOULDN’T-WOIJLD YOU ?
Professional and Business Cards.
BBVEB.Xi'Sr 3. IVAKSi
ATTORNEY at law,
Sandersville, Georgia.
WILL practice in the counties of Wash
ington Burke, Jefferson, Scriven, Emanuel
Laurens, Wilkinson and Hancock.
(Office in Court House on Lower Floor.)
Feb. 1, 1853. 1—- ] y
JAMBS s. aoos,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Sandersville, Georgia.
will practice in the counties of .
. ) Washington, Burke, Scriven
Middle-circuit. ^ j e fle ls on and Emanuel.
Southern Circuit. | - - - - Laurens.
Ocmulgec Circuit | - - - - YV llkinson
[Office next door to WartheiTs store.]
jan. 1, 1852. 51—iy
Jiff O. W. RUDXSXXaXi.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Sandersville Georgia.
Jan. 25,1853 52—ly
A, Xt. WARTHXlIff.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Sandersville, Georgia
feb. 17, 1853.
4—ly
I. XX. SArrOLU, jb..
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLER AT LAW,
Sandersville, Georgia.
Will practice in the counties of Wash
ington, Montgomery, Tatnall Emanuel and
Jefferson of the Middle Circuit, also the
counties of Telfair and Irwin of the South
ern Circuit. Office in Sandersville.
February 22, 18 4 ^
Z< GRA7.
WATCH MAKER, AND JEWELER,
Sandersville, Georgia.
May 10, 1853 , l5 ~
I wouldn’t give much for a girl with a bonnet
That cost fifty dollars when first it was new;
Who sports a large muff with a hairy tail on it,
That hangs down in front of it just as it grew.
I wouldn’t give much for this female—
Would you?
I wouldn’t give much for a woman who prances
Promenading all the thoroughfare through;
Giving thanks to the clerks, or else amorous
glances,
Enough to turn her eyes all askew.
I wouldn’t give much for this female—
Would you?
The following is a reply to the above, sent
by a lady:
I Wouldn’t—Would You?
I wouldn’t give much for a chap who has ‘gone
it,’
Till lie’s run every cent of his legacy thro’,
Whose simpering chin has a huge goatee on it,
That hangs down upon it just as it grew.
I wouldn’t give much for this fellow—
Would you?
I wouldn’t give much for a 6hap with a collar
That’s made to stand up almost over his ears,
Who wears white kid gloves that cost over a
dollar,
And a coat that belongs to some knight of
the sheais.
I wouldn’t give much for this fellow—
Would you ?
US© MEAN'S'
mULFORB MARSH,
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLER AT LAW,
Office, 175, Bay street, Savannah, Ga.
feb. 22, 1853. 4 —ty
S 33 CRAFTON.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Sandersville, Georgia.
Will also attend the Courts of Emanu
Laurens, and Jefferson, should business be ent
rtustedto his care, in either of those countie-
feb. 11. 4 —
J, B HATTNE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Scarborough, Georgia.
Will attend promptly to all business en
trusted to his care in any of the Courts of the
.Middle or Eastern counties.
March 14, ^ ty .
M. A It. BX JOHNSTON,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Spartai Georgia.
Will practice in Hancock and the ad
joining counties, and the Supreme Court.
MARK JOHNSTON, | R. M. JOHNSTON.
March 22, 1853.8—tf
W. L. HOLLIFIELD,
SURGEON DENTIST.
SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA
may 10,1852. 16—tf
Dr. William L. Jernigan,
_n HAVING permanently located him-
self in Sandersville, respectfully offers
Jm his professional services to the citizens
of the Village, and county. When not oth
erwise engaged he may be found at his Office
at all times.
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GROCERS.
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JOSEPH JOHNSTON. { Savannah.
W. B. SCRANTON,
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,22 1853. 4—ly.
Slaves Escaped from Charleston
to Jamaica.
The Jamaica papers contain accounts of
the arrival at Kingston, on that island, of
two slaves lately escaped from Charleston,
S. C. One of them is said to be the prop
erty of Mr. Noble A. Hardee, of this city.
The slaves reached Jamaica on board the
steamship Paraguay, lately in Charleston
undergoing repairs. We extract the fol
lowing account from the Kingston Journal,
of May 4th :—Sav. Georgian.
Great excitement prevailed in this city
yesterday, on account of the steamer Para
guay, from Charleston, S. C., having two
colored slaves on board. Ii appears that two
men, slaves in Charleston, hearing the stea
mer Paraguay was about to sail for South
America, a free port, managed by some
means to smuggle themselves on board, for
the purpose ol claiming their liberty on the
arrival of the steamer at South America ;
but the steamer falling short of coals, but
into this port for supply. A colored young
man of this city, in the employ of Andrew
Scott, Esq., who happened to go on board
the steamer for the purpose of having a look
at her machinery and accommodation, saw
these two young men, who communicated
to him the fact that they were slaves and
desirous of claiming their liberty ; where
upon the visitor, Mr. Clegg we believe, im
mediately came on shore and reported the
matter to the authorities; Mr. Leake was
then informed of it, and he immediate
ly went on board and demanded the two
young men, who were readily given up.
They were then conducted to the court
house to await the arrival of the magistrate
for the purpose of investigating the matter.
By this time the report gained circulation,
and a crowd of considerable number assem
bled in front of the court house, all desirous
of hearing the investigation. Shortly after
Mr. Willis, the stipendiary magistJate, ar
rived, and took his seat on the bench, fol
lowed by Mr. Harrison, the American con
sul, and a Mr. Hopkins, the owner of the
steamboat.
The matter was about being investigated
in the Police Court, but the rush of the
populace was so great that the magistrates
were compelled to adjourn into the apart
ment used as the Grand Jury room. Even
here the crowd followed and blocked up the
windows, and all the persuasion of the po
lice could not induce them to disperse, un
til the use of Water Company’s hose was
resorted to, discharing as it did a copious
and continued shower of water. A little
order being restored, the investigation was
proceeded with.
One of the slaves, calling himself H. A.
Hardee, stated that he was a native of Geor
gia—the slave of Noble A. Hardee, of Sa
vannah; twenty-two years of age; had been
ten years living in Charleston, where he fol
lowed the occupation of waiter on board
small boats; got eight dollars a mouth,
which he paid to the firm of Riggs, in
Charleston, for the benefit of his owner ;
went on board the Paraguay on Saturday
16th ult., at Charleston, and was stowed a-
way in the lower cabin by the steward of
the steamship.
The other negro said that he was the slave
of S. H. Morton an insurance broker of
Charleston; was a waiter on steamboat; the
hire paid to his master was fifteen dollars
per month.
We resume the account of the Kingston
Journal:
TESTIMONY OF THE STEWARD.
John Chancy, the steward of the steam
er Paraguay, was next called and sworn ;
l am a steward of the steamer Paraguay,
I did not know either, Hardee or Lewis in
Charles’n I saw them on board the steamer
after I came out of prison; it was the Thurs
day previous to the sailing of the vessel
that I saw them; I was confined in prison
till within two days of the vessel’s sailing,
according to the laws of the.State, being a
colored man; I am a native of America, of
the State of New York; I never saw Har
den or Lewis before the day I saw them on
board the steamboat; I don’t know any
thing of their origin or history ; Lewis told
me that he was engaged to come on board
by a steward, and Hardee said he was ac
companying his friend Lewis; I asked them
if the}’ were free men, and they said they
were; to-day is the first time I have heard
that they were slaves; I had nothing to do
with their being inveigled away from
Charleston; this is all I know of the matter.
The magistrate thought that Baily (the
steward) was innocent of the smuggling
away of the men, and expressed such their
opinion to the American consul Mr. Hairi-
son.
Mr. Harrison, the consul, addressing
Baily, said he was glad for his (Baily’s)
sake', that he bad come oft' with such flying
colors as to be declared innocent of iuveig-
ling a slave from his master, for the Ameri
can laws were so strict, that if the charge
was proven against him, he would be liable
to a tine often hundred dollars, or iuipris
onment for five, eight or ten years.
LIBERATION OF THE NEGROES — INCIDENTS.
The two men, Hardee and Lewis, were
then set at liberty by the justices, and they
were received by the populace with accla
mation.
Just after their liberation, iwo young
men came into the court house and report
ed thi t the other steward, a colored man,
was placed in irons on board the steamer,
and all communication with persons on
shore forbidden by the captain. This, to
gether with the refusal of the steward (who
is a free man) to return on board the steam’
er, exasperated the populace to an alarming
extent, and we were apprehensive that the
owner of the vessel (Mr. Hopkins) would
have been assaulted when he told the stew
ard that he would be treated as a deserter if
he refused to return to the vessel.
The consul and owner then left the court
house, followed by an immense crowd, con
sisting principally of women, who hooted
and hissed them on their way to the wharf
of Messrs. Hutchins & Co., where the stearn-
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Soliloquy of a s Pleasure Seeker*
HY P. H. COOKE.
Going Ashore in an Iron Pot.
Some seventy or eighty years since, du
ring the time the British East Company
was extending its conquests amid the fer
tile islands of the Indian Ocean, from dis
eases peculiar to the climate or other cau
ses, the invader, were obliged to use most shine ! Does the sun shine so early? I
iniquitious system of kidnaping practised have seldom had an opportunity of observ-
in England at that time to a great extent i ing, but such appears to be the fact. There
for recruting both the Army and Navy, by ;is no sunshine in my heart, however,
press gangs. j Pshaw ! that is sentimental.
On board a small brig belonging to the j And yet, in veritable earnest, what is
Eastlnaia Company, among the number the human heart ? Mine, if I have one, has
“Upon your heart this truth may rise—
Nothing that altogether dies.
Suffices man’s just destinies.”—Milner.
Six iu the morning, and a beautiful sun
so
er was lying.
In ascertaining the correctness of the re
port relative to a man being in irons, our
reporter visited the wharf, and saw two or
three persons (white men) standing at the
gangway of the vessel, and one of them told
him that they had strict orders from the
captain not to allow any one from the shore
ou board the vessel. He then left the wharf,
and inquired of Mr. Hutchins, at his count
ing house, if such was the fact, when that
gentleman corroborated the statement made
by the persons at the wharf. The Ameri
can consul, Mr. Hanison, stepped in after
wards, and our reporter told him of the re
port that was current about a man being
placed in irons forgiving information to a
person from the shore that there were slaves
on board the steamer, when he replied that
the report was untrue, and that he could
take his word for it, but he (the consul) had
given orders to prevent any one from the
shore visiting the vessel, and therefore no
one would be allowed on board to witness
anything whereby they could confirm or de
ny the report; the consul also added em
phatically, that if he were in the captain’s
stead he would shoot the first man that at
tempted to go on board the vessel without
permission.
The above is a correct report of what
took place, and we have published it with
out offeriug any comment, leaving the pub
lic to decide whether (from what we have
stated, and Mr. Harrison’s denial) there was
any one on board the steamer Paraguay
iu irons.
Over Doing it.—A well known Metho
dist minister, who was travelling on horse
back through the State of Massachusetts,
stopped one noon on a sultry’s summer’s
day at a cottage by the roadside, and re
quested some refreshment for himself and
beast. This was readily granted by the
worthy New England dame, so the parson
dismounted, and having seen his horse well
cared for entered the cottage and partook
of the refreshments which was cheerfully
placed before him. For sometime past there
bad been no rain, and the country round
seemed literally parched up. The minister
entered into conversation with the old lady
and remarked about the dryness of the sea
son. ‘Yes,’ she replied, unless we have rain
soon, all my beets, cabbages and cucumbers
will be good for nothing, and I think that
all the ministers ought to pray for rain.’
The worthy divine informed her that he was
a minister, and that he should be happy to
comply with her wish. He accordingly
knelt down and prayed fervently that the
gates of Heaven might be opened, that show
ers might descend and refresh the earth. He
then rose from his knees, and having kind
ly thanked the hostess, bade her good day,
mounted his horse and departed. But he
had not been gone more than an hour when
the clouds began to gather and a tremen
dous shower of hail and rain descended, and
with such force as to wash the contents of
the old lady’s garden clear out of the ground.
“There!” said she, ‘that is always the way
with those tarnal Methodists, they Rever
undertake to do anything but they always
over do it.” **
“Indeed you are very handsome,”-—said
a gentleman to his mistress.
“Fie, fie,” said she, “you’d say bo, if you
didn’t think so.”
“And so you’d think, if I didn’t say so,”
he answered. ,
A nobleman observing a large stone ly
ing near his gate, ordered his servant, with
an oath, to send it to purgatory. “If,”
said the servant, “I were to throw it to
heaven it would bs more out of your way.”
- ’ - '
of impressed men were a brace of wild un
tamed sons of the “Imerald Isle,” as iver ye
saw from the same town, and, “av course,’
sworn friends. They were the butt of the
whole crew, from the particular obtuseness
of their intellects, and because they either
could not or would not learn anything, and
literally they were not worth their salt.
The brig was short of hands; and ou
her r turn passage put into a small bay on
the coast of Africa. Being anchored off
some distance from land, the officers and
most of the crew went on shore to collect
wood and water, leaving our two heroes to
tire one of the guns iu case they had any
attack by the natives.
The captain had no sooner landed than
Pat sang out to his comrade—
“Arrah, Tim acuslila and did you iver
see them big canon balls below ?”
t ‘Och ! sure an I did. But wbat would
ye be afther doing wid them same cannon
balls.
“Be jabers but wouldn’t it be fine if we
could only fire oft’ one o’ them ? What a
devil ofa raekit it would be afther making.’
“Bedad, so it would. But Pat wo’ld’nt
the captain be missing it!
This was a regular clincher to poor Pat,
and he stood scratching the wire fruze that
covered his bullet shaped head for some
time. All of a sudden a thought seemed
to strike him of a way to surmount the dif
ficulty.
On board a vessel almost every one is
aware, is a large iron pot or kettle for melt
ing tar, &c.
A plan was very shortly adopted by our
two worthiest, which should obviate the
suggested difficulty, (viz: the loss of the
ball,) while they would enjoy all the “foou”
of the raekit so much coveted. It was de
termined that the iron pot should be the
instrument of their protection from the
Captains vigilance in respect to the num
ber of balls on board, The plan was cer
tainly ingemus, and worthy the active and
enlightened intellects of these two speci
mens of the “finest pisantry.” It was this:
One of them was to place himself straddle
of the gun, holding the pot over tbe muz
zle bv the handle and catch the ball as it
issued from the gun; and as our hero Tim
was the stoutest man of ihe two, the duty
of holding tbe pot was assigned to him.
After some trouble they managed to get
the gun loaded. Just as Pat was about to
touch off the cannon, Tim turned round
and sang out—
“Arrah! Pat, darlint, be afther fireing
very aisy will ye V
Pat applied the match, and off went
Tim, pot and ail, into the middle of next
week.
The captain on shore hearing the report
and thinking it announced some attack,
came on board in great haste. The first
thing that greeted his eyes on deck, was
Pat, his face all begrimed with smoke
and dirt.^j Said he—“why Pat what’s the
matter with yon ?” Where’s Tim ?”
“Tim, Sir, and did’ntyou see him on the
shore ?”
“Och by my sowl, Sir but he weut ashore
in the iron pot!”—New Y. Spirit of the
Times.
Party Zeal in a Surgeon.—A curious
instance of the height of party zeal in Eng
land during elections, is reported in the
English papers. A zealous party man who
got his head cut in a row, went to a medi
cal man of the opposite party for assistance
who sewed up the wound. When the men
departed, the physician turned round and
said:
“It was not necessary to sew up that
wound; a bit of adhesive plaster would do
as well; but we must make these fellows
feel a bit.”
A raw one from the land of steady hab
its, recently married a woman in South Al
abama, and in a few months afterwards was
required to father and support a child of
rather doubtful color. He immediately
called on one of the legal fraternity, and
stated his case, was told by the gentleman
of the green bag, that there could be no dif
ficulty in effecting a divorce. Oar verdant
one replied very indignantly—‘divorce,
h—ll ? I want to know if the nigger ain't
mine.
An Eloquent Figure.—The Mecklenburg
Jeffersonian says: Like one of those won
drous rocking stones reared by the Druids,
which the finger of a child might vibrate to
the centre, yet the might of an army could
not move from its place, our Constitution is
so nicely balanced that it seems to sway
with everv breath of opinion, yet so firmly
rooted in'the hearts and affections of the
people, that the wildest storms of treason
and fanaticism break over it in vain.
“What w the difference between me and
my new novel!”—inquired a rouged damsel
of her lover. ., v ^ ‘
“It is this,” said he; “a new novel is read
because it is interesting, and you are inter
esting because you are red.”
never been much occupied. Love, with
me has evaporated in a succession of fan
cies, and friendship has been the gregari
ous instinct. I have known many beauti
ful women, for each of whom 1 have pro
fessed a personal interest that passed al
most with the- words. What remains of
all that glitting frost-work of sentiment ?
Nothing. Not even a drop of cold w«ter
appease the undying thirst. Last and least
of that graceful band was Ella—the Ella
of last evening. How charming she looked
in her exquisitely arranged costume ! With
what a queen-like dignity she carried her
jewelled head ! And yet her character is
a blank. She has no positive quality, un
less a gift of flattery can be termed such.
What does she mean by saying mine was
a glorious manhood ? It must have been
some pretty phrase that she picked up ac
cidentally.
What’constitutes the true glory of man
hood ? Purpose, acbievment, develop
ment. And I have had a purpose, to kill
time. I have achieved it too. My past
life lies behind me—murdered—dead. A
ghastly grin is on its skeleton jaws. Its
vacant eye-sockets glare ominously upon
my path. There is no gift in its hand, no
vigor in its muscles, no pulsation in its
heart. It is dead but not buried. That
would be too great a blessing. The lesson
failed to teach me in passing, it utters now;
waxiug eloquent in its mute worthlessness,
in its empty aud unpitying silence. And
that cadaverous deformity is in manhood,
my glorious manhood! Poor Ella! Yet it
is a mate to thy womanhood, perhaps.
Womanhood! That word is the era
bodiraeut of a beautiful truth; yet what do
I know of it? Nothing, except through
my mother and Mary, sweet cousin Mary,
who had the nobility to reject me. How
well I remember the time ! thought her
words were bitter, and I said, half sneering-
ly, “You should ere this time have un
learned contempt.”
“I have no contempt for you,” she earn
estly replied; “I think your capabilities
are the noblest, the loftiest; but forgive if
I say they are misdirected—perverted.”
Dear blessed Mary! She was poor, and
I had the effrontery to remind her of the
advantages ray wealth might furnish her.
I shall never forget the quiet sadness with
which she answered, “Dear Frank, I think
much more of you than I do of your pos
sessions, and yet—good-bye !”
I saw her but seldom afterwards. I do
not think she was happy. I have the au
thority of one of her iutimate friends for be
lieving that her whole life was a struggle,
which death alone crowned with victory.
Be it so. That is past. She is now a bright
angel before the throne of the Eternal. She
has drank of the satisfying fountain. She
has now no lingering heart ache; ho life
long aspirations to meet and sympathize
with a loftier humanity God bless her !
Her delicate intuition saw in me the capac
ity for much that was more generous and
noble. Is that capacity wholly destroyed ?
Is there not within my reach some redeem
ing power, some regenerating influence that
shall yet make me what I might have
been, that shall restore to me some por
tion of my nobler and purer self? The
lost angel of my youth seems even yet to
whisper hope. The dead past points with
its shadowy finger to a living future. It
shall not point in vain.
Crops in Tennessee.—The Chattanooga
Gazette, of the 10th inst., says: “We learn
from different parts of this and the adjoining
counties, thatjjthere is a fine prospect for the
growing crops. Although much wet weath
er retarded early planting, the farmers, en
couraged by good prices, have been at work
most assiduously, and much more ground
will be cultivated than formerly, with. the
prospect of a favorable season. Wheat
looks very well. All the fruits are growing
finely. The bountiful hand of our Great Ben
factor is prospectively unfolded for the re
lief and sustenance of his creatures, for
which a debt of gratitude is due.”
Three Men Shot.—A pleasure party of
Germans, male and female, went out on
Monday last, on the Georgia Railroad to
Belair, to spend the day in recreation and
amusement. While there’ we learn, some
difficulty arose with some citizens of Co
lumbia county, when a man by the name
of Luke,"fired a revol ver at the Germans,
wounding three of the party, two in the
head, and one in the car, and made his es
cape. The wounds, we believe, are not con
sidered dangerous. Huzlam, Cooper and
Weigl, are the names of the wouded men.
Aug. Chronicle <k Sentiuel.
Wbo’linrn the Grindstone?
Franklin says: “When I was a little boy,
I remember one cold wiuter’s morning I fj
was accosted by a smiling man wilh an axe
on his shoulder,—“my pretty boy,” said he,
“has your father a grindstone?” “Yes sir,”
said I. “You are a fine little fellow,’ said
he, “will you let me grind an axe on it?”
Pleased with the compliment “fine little
fellow,” “O, yes sir,” I answered, “it. is
down in the shop.” “And will you my
inan,” said he patting me on the bead, “get
me a little hot water?” How could I refuse?
I ran and soon*brougbt a kettle full. “How
old are you and wbat is your name!” con
tinued he, without waiting for a reply;“I arn
sure you are one of the finest lads that l ev
er have seen; will you just turn a few min
utes for me!’ “Tickled with the flattery,
like a fool, I went to work, and bitterly did
I rue the day. The school bell rang, and I
could not get away; my hands were blis
tered, and it was not half ground. At
length, however, tbe axe was sharpened and
tbe man turned to me with, “now you little
rascal you’ve played the truant, scud to
school or you’ll get it.” Alas! thought I,
it was hard enough to turn the grindstone
this cold day,—but now to be called a little
rascal was too much. It sunk deep into
my mind, and often have I thought of it
since. When I see a merchant over polite
to his customers—begging them to take a
little brandav, and throwing his goods on
the counter—thinks 1, that man has got an
axe to grind. When I see a man flatter
ing tbe people, making great pretensions of
attachment to liberty, who is in private life
a tyrant—methinks, lookout good people,
that fellow would set yon turning the grind
stone. When I see a man hoisted into of
fice by party spirit, without a single qualifi
cation to render him either respectable or
useful—alas! methinks: deluded people; you
are doomed for a spason to turn the grind
stone for a booby.”
A country editor is ‘giving boots’ to a ri
val town, and among other saucy things,
says that ‘it takesseveral of their pig3 to pull
a blade of grass; and they are so poor that
the foremost seizes the spear in his mouth,
the balance having taken each other by the
tail, when they give a pull, a strong pull,
and a pull all together, and if it breaks the
whole tumble to the ground for the want of
sufficient strength to support them. It takes
three or four to make a shadow.”
‘Grandpa, where do the people get their
fashions from V
‘From Boston ’
‘Where do the Boston folks get them
from ?’
‘From France.’
‘And where do the French get them
from ?’
‘Why, right straight from
there now, stop your noise.
the devil
A minister, whose piety was generally
doubted, approached a mischievous urchin,
and laving his hand upon his head, thus
addressed, him:
“My son, I believe the devil has got hold
of yon.” '
“I believe he has too,” was the significant
reply of the urchin.
“John, stop your crying,” said ah enrag
ed father to his son, who had kept up an
intolerable “yell” for the past five minutes.
“Stop, I say, do you hear ?” again re
peated the father, after a few minutes, the
boy still crying.
“You don’t suppose I can choke off in a
minute do you ?” chimed in the hopeful
urchin.
Witty but Impudent.—During a recent
performance of Romeo and Juliet, at, Mar
blehead, Massach usetts, the fair Juliet’s ques
tion, in the soliloquy before taking the
sleeping draught—“What if this mixture
do not work at all ?” was answered by an
urchin in the pit with—“Then take a dose
of pills.” The effect upon the audience can
better be imagined than described.
An Irishman comparing his watch with
the town clock, burst into a fit of laughter.
Being laughed at, he replied, “And how can
I help it? Here is my little watch that was
made by Paddy O’Faberly, on Ormand
Quay, and which only cost me five guineas,
has beat that big clock a full hour and a
quarter since yesterday morning.”
The sons of the late Emperor of Austria
got into a quarrel. In the height of passion
one of them said to the other—“You are
the greatest ass in Vienna.”
Highly offended at their quarreling in his
presence, the Emperor said. ‘You forget
that I am present.’
An old bachelor having been laughed at
by a party of pretty girls, told them :
“Yon are small potatoes.”
“We may be small potatoes,” said one of
them, “but we are sweet ones.”
Don't Core.—‘Come, sonny, get up, 1
said an indulgent father to a hopeful son
the other morning, ‘remember, that the
early bird catches the first worm!’
‘What do I care for worms!’. replied the
hopeful, ‘mother won’t let me go a fishing.’
“Ma, how high you reckon I am ?”—
“Well, I don’t know, sonny—how high are ,
you ?” “Well, I’m ten feet three inches, or
three feet ten inches, I don’t know which.
I’m some toll—aint I ma ?”
Shocking.—To serenade a second story
window for two hours, and then be told thkt
the young woman “what used to live^lhere
has removed around the next corner.
One person having asked another if he
believed in tho*ppearance of spirits, No,
was the reply ; “but I believe, in their dis
appearance, #r I have missed a bottle of
gin since last night.”
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