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A Wooden Man —An alderman.
An enraged man tears his hair, but
an enraged woman tears her husband’s
Marrying ft woman for her beauty is
like eating a nightingale for its singing.
The chaplain of the Kansas State
prison is an old lady of 70 years, Mrs.
Fifty years ago a woman carried the
mails once a week between Fredoma
and Buffalo, N. Y.
It is said that a broad->soled shoe
will make a lady’s foot look smaller
than a narrow-soled one.
One of the most beautiful women of
Portland, Oregon, has just eloped with
a Chinaman and sailed for 'flowery
Let a woman once think you uncon
querable, and unless she is unlike all
other women; she will want to conquer
• A young man in Kansas City, Mo.,
last Tuesday attempted suicide because
a young servant maid wouldn’t marry
Two young Atlantans ran a foot race
on Sunday lor the honor of escorting a
belle to chusch. The winner found she
had just gone with another fellow.
The editor of the Brownsville Clipper,
is proud to state that he is the owner of
a very small pig with rat killing proclfv*
The New Mondon (Wis.) Times re
ports that a girl in that place 13 years
of age, committed to memory 1,100 ver
ses of the biole in a single week.
A teacher of voeal music asked an
old lady ifiier grandson had an ear for
music. YVa’al, said the old womau, I
really don’t know; won’t you take the
cftndle and see?
A woman in Mississippi, last season
cultivated, with the help of a mule, ten
acres of corn, ten acres of wheat, and
ten acres of oats; making a clear profit
A*gnat choked Pope]Adrian to death,
which caused wonderful changes in the
nation and history of the whole world.
A counsellor of Rome was strangled
by a hair in the milk which he drank.—
This event caused the most serious re
sults of anything that ever transpired
in his family,
Anocreon, one of the lyric poets, is
said to have lost his life by swallowing
the skin of a raisin. The world then
lost one of the most illustrious poets
A destructive war between France
and England was occasioned, by a quar
rel between two boy princes.
The 'Grasshopper War,’ w hich took
place about the time the Pilgrims came
to New England in the Mayflower, be
tween two Indian tribes, was brought
about iu this way.*
An Indian woman, with her little son,
went to visit a friend belonging to an
other tribe. The little fellow caught a
large grasshopper on the road and car
ried it with him. A lad from the tribe'
wanted it, but he refused to give it up.
A quarrel ensued, which soon drew the
fathers and mothers into the dispute,
and ere long the chiefs were engaged iu
a war which nearly exterminated one
Several centuries ago, some soldiers
of Modena carried away a bucket from
a public well at Bologna, which was the
cause of a long war; and the King of
Sardinia was imprisoned for twenty-two
years, where he died.
An English and French vessel had
a quarrel about which should be sup
plied first from a certain well of water,
which induced a war that cost a thou
The great philosopher, Newton, saw
a child playing with soap bubbles,
which led him to his most important
discoveries in optical instruments.
Stephen Montgolfier saw a shirt wav
ing, when drying before the fire, from
which he first conceived tliea ide of a
The art of printing was suggested by
a man cutting the letters of his name on
the bark of a tree and impressing them
on paper. On account of which we
have books printed on good legible type
on almost any and every subject sought
by the human mind.
Little drops of water, little grains of sand
Make the mighty ocean and the beauteous
.Ages are made up of moments, foun
tains of drops, and hnman character of
little words and actions.
A youug woman who has been get*
ting $4 00 a month for general house
work in Pennsylvania, has fallen heir
to an English estate of £30,000.
“High” Parsons would have couples tarry
"When they propose to wed it> Lent— *
But why? The sooner people marry,
The sooner mostly, they repent.
A bachelor says that oil he Bhould
ask for in a wife would le a good tem
per, sound health, good understanding,
agreeable pbisegnomy, pretty figure,
good connection, domestic habits, re
sources of amusements, good spirits,
conversational talents, elegant man
ners and plenty of money?
TIE MONROE ADVOCATE.
$2 A YEAR.
Blood for Blood.
BY GERALD BALFE.
Godfrey French was riding slowly
along Black Valley, when the slow
gathering gloom of night seemed sud
denly to. deepen. The light died along
the slopes of the mountains, and the lit
tle path beside which his horse had
lesurely walked for the last hour seemed
suddenly to have grown into a black,
moveless line. He could only hear its
faintest murmur, nor hardly see his
path, when a wild wind came sweeping
through the defiles. It made his horse
prance in annoyance.
‘The storm is on us, Willie; and
we’re stalled in this confounded pest of
a valley,' said Godfrey French. ‘I have
been trying to get out of it for two hours/
he muttered drawing rein, and scowling
On each side the bold mountains arose,
lifting their scraggy verdure to the very
sky, it seemed to Godfrey, as he gazed
up, Before him the valley wound away
into utter darkness.
We shall be drowned here, Willie, if
that sky fulfills half it promises, he con.
fcinued, dismounting to follow better
with his eye a little footpath that seem
ed to lead into a gap,
The beautiful horse he led seemed to
share in his anxiety, following obedi
ently, and with an occasional glance
around. Suddenly she gave a shrill
whinny; and at the same moment God
frey thought he heard a distant cry. He
looked up, eagerly scanning the hills,
and finalle saw a boy standing on a
point of one of the bluffs, and gesticulat
ing wildly. As he pressed on, be could
distinctly hear the boy J s cries.
Haste, then, haste—the«torm is coming!
Haste; it will soon be on you! Follow
the path: it will lead you up here.—
Hasten, or you'll be drowned, like a rat
in a hole.
Before Godfrey reached the boy, be
was suspicious that he was half idiot;
and when be gained the rocks upon
which he stood, he saw that the boy
was, indeed, a poor, halfscrazed fellow,
with staring eyes and furious gestures,*
yet not without mercy for those less
helpless than himself, for he carried a
weary lamb, which he had probably
been out in search of, while the dam ran
by his side.
Come—come out of the storm! he
cried, pressing on.
And Godfrey followed, still leading
his horse, for the rocky steeps were dan
Willie saw shelter first, and whinnied
again at the scent of sweet hay, which
he perceived as they turned a sharp
angle and faced an old frame structure
withoat buildings, more dark and
gloomy in its appearance than the surs
Go in to the fire! cried the boy,
pointing to the door and grasping
No, I will see him put up first, an
swered Godfrey, leading the horse to the
The animal was too valuable a one
to be left to chance care. He was surs
prised at the readiness with which the
hal flense less boy rubbed down his glos
sy flanks and covered him with an old
rug, showing a gleeful satisfaction in
his beauty as he tended him. He left
him finally and turned toward the
house. It was a large frame building,
showing signs of decay wherever decay
could touch it. Neither face nor light
could be 6een at the windows, though
the wind was shrieking and the rain
falling heavily; and, obeying the boy’s
directions, Godfrey opened the creaking
waluut door and entered*
He found himself in a large, low
room, id which an old woman was pre
paring supper, while an old man sat
upon the hearth, fumbling with the
lock of a rusty gun, and two aged point
ers lay at his feet, smelling about his
hands and the gun. He was the wreck
of a stern, fine man; that was to be seen
at a glance. The woman was a crone
of the lower orders—his cook, as she
showed by the awkward haste to obey
the old man’s command and bring a
seat to the stove.. He did not speak—
only commanded by a gesture.
Godfrey addressed him courteously.
He smiled sadly, shook his head, and
touched his ear in token of helpless
r And so the wealthy visitor, detained
fiom his waiting bride and marriage,
sat in the old dreary house, looking in
ill-concealed discontent from the fire to
the cook, and from the dogs to the pas'
sive and resigned face of his silent host.
When the woman came and wheeled
the old man’s chair to the board, he
perceived that he was also crippled.—
The crone turned to him.
Will yer sit by, sir? she asked.
As he rose, the door opened, and he
stood arrested in the movement. A
lady entered, so fair, so pure, so cold,
that she might have been formed from
snow. She had a loose black mantle
about her, which she threw off, showing
a queenly form, habited in a rich black
stuff— the brocade of a former genera
tion. She paused, her still face light*
ing with a look of surprise as she ob
served the visitor.
Godfrey stepped forward, with the
grace of a refined gentleman revealed in
the unconscious act.
I hope lam not intruding, Madam?
MONROE, GA., THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1871.
I have been overtaken by the storm
among these mountains*
What is your name? she asked, look
ing him iu the face, nor giving other
signes of interest in his handsome pres
My name is Godfrey French, Mer
chant, New York, he answered. I will
trouble yon no longer than circumstan
ces compel me.
Mr. French is certainly welcome,
very welcome, said the lady.
She spoke with energy-—without
warmth; but Godfrey, confused by the
strangeness of his position, observed
only that her manner was a peculiar
one; and, though wishing himself well
out of the place, took his seat at the
table, as she desired.
The meal was substantial, and she
served him bountifully,* while the old
man, for the first time breaking silence,
began telling in a rambling, incoherent,
yet not uninteresting way, the story of
some famous storm among those hills.
It was five years ago, Maud, you
were but a girl at the time, and Hope
had to be carried home in my arms.—
Do you remember her hair curling over
my arms in the wet?—and how she cried
lest she were too heavy for me?
He paused, and looked across the
table at the young lady, a troubled,
wistful look in his face, showing some
half-remembered pain in his broken
Where is Hope, Maud? he asked,
She is dead, answered his daughter,
with a strange smile upon her handsome
Dead! repeated the old man, clutch
ing his cap with the desperation of a
In spite of a long fast Godfrey was
unable to eat. These strange people
had risen among his rosy visions like
goblins at a feast.
I am very tired—too tired to eat, he
said, rising from the table. I would
like to go to rest, for I must be on my
way early in the morning.
Maude bowed her cold, beautiful face.
Jenny will show you a room—her
room! He shall sleep there once—his
last sleep! she murmured, turning
She is crazy, too! thought Godfrey,
leaving the room.
The chamber into which the old wo
man ushered him was large, irregular,
full of cooks and shelves, on which
were pilled articles of female apparel.
Has Miss Maude given me her own
bedroom, I wonder? he asked, looking
about him as he entered the room, and
was left alone.
At the head of the bed hung a family
portrait—a hale man and three children,
a boy and two girls. In the dark,
bright beauty of one he failed to recog
nize the childhood of a pale, cold wo
man he had just left; but the infantile
beauty of the youngest girl had in it
A pretty child; the eyes—whose do
they remind me of? he mused.
His eyes wandered and fell upon a
scarlet cloak hanging upon a chair, and
then to a pair of dainty shoes suspend
ed from a peg. There was a knot of
pink ribbon beneath the little round
mirror of burnished steel, and a leghorn
hat bung out from an overcrowded
A lusUyear's bird’s nest, said God
frey, giving a clumsy, tapestried chair a
little shake, to clear it of dust, before he
threw his cloak over it; and I am tired
enough to sleep anywhere. I wonder
what my little bride will think, was his
last thought, as he composed himself to
He awoke with the lark, and sprang
up. Early as it was, breakfast was
awaiting him, and his horse was sad
dled at the door.
1 am afraid that you have been put to
some trouble on my account, he said,
as Maude appeared, and took her place
at the table. I intended to have taken
my leave without disturbing any of the
You could not have done that, she
answered, looking at him with the same
strange smile he had before noticed.
It was a cold, almost cruel look, ho
thought, as he hastily supped the milk
and tasted the fresh baked bread, still
with little appetite.
As he arose from the table his hos
tess arose also.
The storm is over, but the rain has
made some of the turns impassable, she
said. My horse is saddled; I will ride
with you, and put you on a safe road
out of the gap.
In vain he protested. She mounted
a black horse, and rode at his side down
tho path. She wore a black cloak, her
pale, chiseled faoe under its hood, God
frey looked at her covertly, wondering
how she could be so beautiful, and yet
so repulsive to him.
Your father never leaves the house?
he asked by way of conversation.
No; he sits all day, with my brother’s
dogs, trying to clean the boy’s gun—
that will never be used again.
Your brother is dead, then?
He died of a broken heart.
Your family have seen trouble, said
We have seen bitter trouble, she an
After a moment, she resumed. We
had a sister, who was our darling and
our pride—the boy’s twin. She was
murdered. Twins’ hearts grow togeth
er, you know* She could not die and
Guss live. His strength folio tfed her
weakness. We are left to poverty, des
olation, and decay. Where are you
going, Mr. Ffench?*
He was convinced that she was partly
crazed, and told the truth, thinking it a
more pacific theme for her abstracted
I am going home to be married.
Is your bride young?
Young and lovely as a rose; my
cousin—Miss Nelly French.
She loves you?
Yes. See this little horse I ridel I
bought it for her to ride over the hills
with, when the spring comes.
Godfrey French, stop! she cried*
The smile fled from bis face, and a
deathly numbness seized his frame. He
drew rein, and looked at his companion,
with the uncertain gaze of one about to
meet some horrible torture.
Do you know where you stand? she
cried. You stand before my sister’s
grave—my sister whom you murdered
three years ago by false vows, as surely
as the knife minders! You know who I
am now; I can see it in your face! You
remember Hope Wilber. You knew
her love; she came home to die. It is
you who have ruined us. Do you think
I shall let you go to happiness? Never!
There is her grave! You shall go over
it to your death!
The mound was on the very edge of
a precipice. He held his horse desper
ately, but she urged hers forward a step,
pressing him to the very brink, so that
his horse’s fore feet touched the grave.
He tamed upon her with an oath,
You shall never go back! she cried,
with a mocking laugh at the horror ex
pressed upon his blanched face.
She had a whip in her hand, which
she had never used upon her own horse.
He was terrified by its position.
I can jump across the ravine! he ex
Go, then! she said.
He gathered the little horse instantly,
fearful that his tormentor would strike
the foaming, excited creature, and
spurred him to the leap. The distance
was deceptive. Willie struck the op
posite lende with his fore.feet, slipped,
and horse and rider fell into the gulf be
Three' days later his friends found
him there, brused out of all recognition,
excepting by his garments, and the body
of the dead horse. It was well known
came by his death. Maude
lived but a short time following to en
joy the payment of a heavy loan.
Life — its Duties and Pleasures
To imagine or suppose that individuals
live or have a right to live for their own
pleasure and enjoyment, is an absurdity
that refutes itself. A lifetime is scarcely
a distinguishable’atom in the revolving
ages; and is no more worthy of attent ion
as a part of eternity, than is a particular
grain of sand on the sea-beach. If per
sons were content to live for their own
pleasure, they might as well—indeed, it
would seem better, not to have been
created at all. A life devoted to pleas
ure and enjoyment, loses alt its interest
and significance the moment it is ended;
it is a blank, and when it is ended,
leaves nothing behind. We all hp,ve a
right to such reasonable comforts and
enjoyments as we can secure, to nullify
the trials and hardships of our condi
tion: but to make the pursuit of pleas
ure, wealth and honor; and the enjoy
ment of these, the object of life is to
waste it entirely. Our sojourn here is
only a probatation for a life that will
last forever, and the true view of life is
in the solemn and awful reflection that
what we do now will cast a coloring on
our condition through all eternity. We
are accustomed to wish for our friends
a career of unmixed happiuess and
pleasure; but such wishes are both vain
and foolish. Trials and hardships are
as necessary to the perfection of our
natures, as fire is to steel, and though
they are hard to bear, sometimes, they
are genuine blessings in the end. The
riohest experiences of onr whole lives,
areHhose shadowed and darkened by
bereavements, disappointments and
afflictions, these trials and these alone,
can extract the real gold from the dross
of our natures, and prove what we are
Some time since, a variety merchant
in the country, wished to order from a
hardware store in this city, something
for his tailor customers, aud wrote as
‘Please send me two tailor’s gooses.’
Not liking the grammar, and fearing
his New York friends would laugh at
him, distroyed that order and wrote:
‘Please send me two tailor’s geese,’
After the letter was sealed, be was
troubled in his mind lest they should
send him a couple of live geese, pur
chased from some tailor, when he todk
the document from the post office, des
troyed it and for two days thought of
nothing except how to word his order
so it could be understood and accord
ing to grammar. At last he gave up in
dispair and wrote:
‘Please send me jk tailor’s
d—d it, send me another one just like
YOL. 1 NO. 14
Eloquent Tribute to Woman.
Woman is, and should be, equally inde
pendent «of scorn and charity. She
walks a queen. And with power hon
esty conceded and skillfully used, she
may win by commanding, and command
by winning. In the highest impersonas
tions of attributes, if the artist shapes
his conception toward complete beauty,
shades it off in the loveliness and sub
limity of moral endowments, lifts it into
the purity and peace of affections,
composed in spiritual life, of thoughts
that touch evil and disaster without
tarnish or weakness, he can hardly es
cape the female form. This being—
woman—who brings to earth the gen
tlest, most sympathetic sentiment; who
alone can kindle the fire on the hearth
of home; who bears not on her shoulders,
but iu her bosom, most of human sor
row, hushing, consoling, suffering it;
who presents in her person the teuder
est, most attractive type of human
beauty, the image nearest the invisible
form of angelic life; who lights with
quick, brilliant thought the paths we
tread together in social glee, or all alone
in wrapped meditation; who brings to
man the chief image of heaven’s chief
benison, love, and remains the point of
pure attachment of the incarnate life of
Christ to thejlife of our lost race, can
well pity the scorn of man and plead
exemption from his gallantry; can with
draw, as angels do, from too harsh and
gross a touch into the unapproachable
precincts of her own spiritual, purified
power. Say not this is woman ideali
zed, and so naught.
It is because she can be so idealized,
is so idealized before every penetrative,
impassioned eye, from time to time
gives firm, historic footing to the glow
ing image, that she becomes the carrier
dove of every noblest impulse, speeding
it on its way to heaven. What we
choose to call the physical and intellect
ual weakness of women, her want of
Strength, invention and philosophy, in
a eertain aspect of them, are the condi
tions of her triumph. Her victory is a
moral one, and this she works out, not
with sword or plowshare, not by the
violence of the phisical or the dazzling
achievements of the intellectual world,
not by trick of hand or head, but by the
silent influences of a nobler nature,
slowly stealing into the heart, as the
warmth of spring into the frozen earih,
and unlocking there the fountains of
human life and her own power.
There is a plain identity, not a con
flict of interests, between sex and sex
iu the growth of society. There can
not be full strength in the one without
full strength in the other. Every weak
ness on this side, will be the occasion of
a corresponding weakness on that.—
Each must act as an occasion and con
dition of growth to the other. As in a
play of swords, the steady eye, the quick
stroke, watchful guard of the one party
becomes the germ in training of the like
qualities in the other; so the trenchant
thrust of thought, the keen retort of
wit, the ever ready foil of patience, the
subduing stroke of affection are, in the
sharp, free play of social life, the con
ditions between man and woman of mu
tual respect and power.
Nothing can be plainer than this as
regards physical perfection. It is diffi
cult to tell on which root of life strength
is most dependent. The mother cannot
sink in feebleness—and what a pity it
is that to be feeble and to be effeminate
are very much the same thing— nor tho
father fall off from the full force of the
race, without introducing the subtle
seeds of mischief If there is anything
in the world conjoint, complex, spun of
a thousand threads, mingled of a thou
sand fluids, forged of a thousand blows,
shaped by a thousand processes, it is
the life that is to-day in each of us;
and if there is anything bi-pnrte, bis
popular, made up of mingled waters of
two great rivers, poised in the attrac
tion and intertraction of two types,
adjusted by concession here, conquest
there, and partition everywhere, it is
the life we bear about with us, scaled
In features maternal, or strengthened
in forces paternal, as providential law
may have wrought for us. The ooming
man, strong, lithe, healthy, nimble of*
limb, patient of thought, must find tho
alchemy of thus being skillfully com*,
posed of two spirits, equally adroit,
clear eyed and potent.— l’rof. Bascom,
in Putnam'9 Monthly.
What is a Darling !—An exchange
answers this question in the following
It is the dear, little beaming girl who
meets one on the door stop; who flings
her fair arms around one’s neck, and
kisses one with her whole soul of love;
who seizes one’s hat; who relieves one
of one’s coat, and hands the tea and
toast so prettily, who plaoes her elfish
form at the piano aud warbles forth,
unsolicited, such delicious songs, wbo
casts herself at one’s foot stool andclasps
one’s hand and asks her eager, unheard
of question, with such bright eyes and
flushing face and on whoso light, flossy
curls one places one’s hand and breathes
“God bless her!” as the fairy form de
The strongest propensity in a woman’s
nature, says a careful student of tho sex,
is to want to know what is going on,
and the next strongest is to boss the job.
Sheriff s sales, per levy of 10 lines $2,50
“ mortgage sales, 60 days 6.00
Sales, 40 days, by Administrators, Ex
eeutors. or Guardians 6.50
Citations of Administration, Guard’ship 4.00
Notice to Debtors and Creditors 5.00
Rules Nisi, per square, each insertion 1.50
Leave to sell Real Estate 4.00
Citation for dismission of Administiator 5.00
“ “ “ Guardian 5.25
Fight between a Cat and Snake.—
A few days ago, a gentleman who is en\
gaged in farming near Murfreesboro,
was walking through his field,
near where his hands wear plowing,
when he discovered a cat at some dis
tance coming toward him. Presently
the cat turned aside, and, squatting very
low, appeared to creep stealthy along
as though in search of game. He quick"
ened his steps to see if he could discover
what was up. He soon discovered a
snake about a foot and a half or two
feet long, and, as the cat approached,
the snake coiled himself up in a striking
position. The cat instantly walked di
rectly up to the snake and held up one
foot near his snakeghip’s head, as if
daring him to strike. Master snake,
being full of spunk, was not the chap
to take a dare; consequently he respond
ed with his full power, but when his
head should have been in direct contact
with the cat’s paw, the paw, like the
Irishmans flea, %van’t thar; and, before
the head could be withdrawn, it receiv
ed a heavy blow from the cat’s foot,
and the paw was presented, with simi
lar results. About four rounds of this
sort occured, when the snake- seemed
to remember ‘that he that fights and
runs away will live to fight another
day/ and with this understanding, he
uncoiled and started to quit the field
“How vain are all our earthly hopes”—
his snakeship had no sooner commenced
his retreat than pussy pounced upon him,
and bit him entirely through the body
in three or each of which,
our was a fai^j^ite. —
After this the cat appeared to be satisfied
and quietly withdrew.
The Reasost Why —Here is a painful
evidence of original sin and total de*»
Once, says the reverend narrator,
the Superintendent asked me to take
charge of a Sunday-school class. You’ll
find ’em rather a hard lot, said he.—
They all went fishing last Sunday but
little Johnny Rand. He is really a good
boy, and I hope his example may yet
redeem others. I wish you’d talk to ’em
a little. I told him I would. They
were rather a hard looking set. I don’t
thiuk I ever witnessed a more elegant
set of black eyes in my life. Little
Johnny Rand, the good boy, was In
his place, and I smiled on him approv
ingly. As soon as the lessons were
read over I said:
Boys, your Superintendent tells me
you went fishing last Sunday—all but
little Johnny here. You didn’t go, did
you, Johnny? I said.
That was right. Though this boy is
the youngest among you, I continued,
you learn from his own lips words of
good council, which I hope you will
I lifted him up on the seat beside me,
and smoothed his auburn ringlets.
Now, Johnny, I want you to tell
these boys why you didn’t go fishing
with them last Sunday. Speak up loud
now. It was because it was very wick
ed, and you would rather go to Sunday
school, wasn’t it ?
No, sir; it was because I couldn’t
find the worms for bait.
And there was silence for a space.
They Would Sing. —Three little girls
who had buried in a garden in Ports*,
mouth, N. H. the dead body of a pet
bird, after consultation, sent one of
their number into the house to inquire
‘‘if people didn’t sing at funerals.” On
being told that they often did, the
messenger ran hack, and in a few min
utes the three were seen standing hand
in hand around the little mound, gravely
singing “Shoo fly, don’t bodder me.”
Seven girls in Cincinnati have asso
ciated themselves into a society having
for its object the investigation of the
antecedents of the wife hunters. Any
girl having an ‘offer* may apply to the
society and in less than a week she will
receive a history of her lover from his
youth upward. Weddings are likely
to be scarce hereafter in Cincinnati.
A spirited girl observes that to her
mind tho women who want female suf
frage because it will oause division in
families, must boa precious meek lot.
A woman of any pluck can pick a quar
rel with her husband without waiting
to split on votes.
About a year ago, in a town in Ne
vada, a girl presented herself at the
bedside of a young man asked him if
he loved her. He said he did. In less
than a year thereafter there came a suit
for breach of promise, and the young
fellow had $3,000 to pay.
Fontenelle being asked one day by a
lord in waiting at Versailles what dif
ference there was between a clock and
a woman, instantly replied: ‘A clock
serves to point out the hours, and a wo
man to make us forget them.’
A’ paper published in Paris, Kv.,
states that 26 ladies in that town sat to
gether in a private room, without any
restraint, and never spoke a word for
two hours. We don’t believe it!
A gentleman expressed to a lady his
admiration of her toilet. She said she
supposed he had been impressed with
jier angel sleeves. He answered
effusion: ‘No; but he’d like to be.*