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He caught just the glimpse of a curl,
In Black and White. In Aunt Judy's Magazine appear, from the pen of a negro boy aged ten, some short essays, which were sent from the Barbadoes to the Editor. In one of them we find it stated that the late Prince Consort
"errected a Mossoleeam at Kengington. London, for the grate Me. Con where you may Learn art and sighence, and Buy ginger Beer and bath Buns, which is a grate Blessing to the subjex of Her grashious Madjisty."
We trust no one will ever again question the mental powers of the negro. This boy has described MR. COLE and his mission, "art, sighence, ginger Beer, and bath Buns," with an epigrammatic vigour that is quite surprising. It must be flattering to the autocrat of the Boilers to think that he is spoken of as “grate COAL" in the Barbadoes even, where, owing to the climate, fires and fuel are almost unknown.
Lowering his Jib. The humorist who described the horse banquet for the benefit of the readers of the Times, stated that the guests went through the bill of fare conscientiously, and that “there was very little gibbing." We presume be intended to say “jibbing,” in facetious reference to a refractory quadruped ; bạt a donkey even would know how to spell the word one would fancy. Perhaps he thought “gibbing" was more taking.
A MARRIAGE FOR MONEY.
Impropriety, Last the Divorce Court, which means Notoriety!
A Disrespectator. The Spectator on several occasions of late has done things which make people suspect that MRS. MALAPROP is a member of the staff, but perhaps the funniest thing which that witty journal has given us of late will be found in a paragraph relating to the Buckburst Hill case. The Spectator says: “ Matilda Griggs, labourer's | daughter, was stabbed by a lover to whom she had borne a child in thirteen places " etc. Shade of ADDISON, is the revered title of Spectator to be allowed to a paper where such vulgar blunders flourish.
to the “Three S's"--Safety, Signals, and Civility. It has been gravely objected that “Civility” does not begin with an S; but surely
that fact only makes the “Three S's" more like the “Three R's" BY THE SAUNTERER IN SOCIETY.
which no doubt Mr. FENTON meant to parody. For the matter of that
there's only one R really in Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic." URING the last
last | I HAVE just made the acquaintance of the Labour Circular, and the week we have | Association which publishes it- the "Labour Registration Institute." nad ngnting in Its object is to provide employers of labour with servants, and to find Cork, between
employment for workers. The list of patrons contains names which the police and
are never lent idly or without inquiry, and the whole scheme seems the mob; lives
carefully devised, and honestly carried out. In the present number of have been lost,
the Circular is an article on the Dorsetshire agricultural labourer, and the peace
which gives a clear and fair statement of the position of one of the fully - inclined
most underpaid and worst looked after class in all our rustic population. have been living in a state of terror. I do
"HEART HEARI" not hesitate to attribute the "Dr. H. R. Smith, of Louisville, claims to have established the truth of the riot to the in
theory that animals found in the Mammoth Caves of Kentucky are not only without
a trace of the optic nerve, but are also destitute of the sense of hearing.”fluence of American Paper. TRAIN.. He
In old Kentucky's Mammoth Caves, promised on his
All things that owe their birth and rearing liberation from
To those recesses, dark as graves, jaill not to
Are born without the sense of hearing. preach sedition,
With such strange sounds one's ears are torn, but I imagine
I sometimes think it had been lucky, no one ex
Had I within your shade been born, peeted him to
Oh, Mammoth Caverns of Kentucky! keep his word; and his lectures," as he calls them, are eminently calculated to excite his hearers to riot. I should recommend his
When men on politica declaim, prompt expulsion from the country. It may seem to be honouring his
And yet know caught at all about 'em, blatant balderdash too highly to notice it at all; but in the disturbed
And prose for hours in language tame, state of Irish feeling just now, ignorant and intemperate rant even is
Or, having strong opinions, shout 'em. dangerous. In a powder magazine, as much harm may be done by
When at all Governments on eartho
l d the unsavoury snuff of a farthing dip as by a veritable firebrand.
They rush in manner run-a-mucky, The American Magazines The Atlantic Monthly and Our Young Folkes
I wish that you had given me birth, (MESARE. TRUBNER) are to hand, as they say in trade. In the former
Oh, Mammoth Caverns of Kentucky! DICKENS gives us a very brief instalment off“ George Silverman,"
At concerts where the public's pets while his “Holiday Romance" is absent from the latter, owing to a
Sing CLARIBEL's unmeaning twaddle, delay in the illustrating department. But in both cases the numbers
Or where shrill schoolgirls shriek duets are strong enough. I don't quite agree with the sweeping condemna
In tones that pierce the thickest noddle, tion which the author of “Does it pay to smoke ? passes on the
Or when a solo on the horn kindly herb, but perhaps in America smoking, not to say chewing, is
Some youth attempts, less skilled than lucky, carried to excess. “The Characteristics of Genius" is an interesting
I wish I had in you been born, paper. The children's magazine contains some capital matter-just
Oh, Mammoth Caverns of Kentucky! the sort of thing for the young folks. It is to my mind the model of
sy to what such a magazine should be.
And when my better-half beginsel In the Times the other day there was a report of several deaths, pro
Her catalogue of wrongs domestie, duced by the bad water in a cistern. The gentleman who wrote the
And makes the measure of my sinsula account mentioned that a pipe in the cistern communicated with the
Acatalectic anapestic ;Bewers, -as if it were an exceptional thing. Why, every cistern has a
I love you well, my precious wife, waste pipe that communicates with the sewers and brings up foul
But sometimes I do wish, my ducky, gases wbich combine with the water, and are not to be removed by
That I could say I first saw life filtration ! DR. LETHEBY, it is true, has lately declared that disease is
In Mammoth Caverns of Kentucky ! not produced by drinking bad water, but then, as I have read in a late
So many sounds one's hearing vex, number of the Queen a notice of Dr. LETHEBY'S “Cantor Lecture," I
Loud, long, lugubrious, deep, or shrilly, don't feel inclined to think him a great authority. On the other hand
And with discordant noise perplex M TOTT PROFESSOR FRANKLAND and other eminent men of science have pretty
One's brains, until they drive one silly; plainly proved the case against the water companies. PROFESSOR |
That oft I cry, “How blest is he, FRANKLAND reported the other day that in the districts whose supply
How far beyond his fellows lucky, is taken from the Thames the water was last month “totally unfit for
9 Who boasts his natal spot to be domestic use." I can vouch for the truth of this myself, for I lives
T he Mammoth Caverns of Kentucky!” under the benign sway of the Lambeth Waterworks and the fluid they have supplied me for some two months, and up to the present time, is o a sort of skyblue, only the cloudy liquid is more noxious than Londono malo
Tall Telegraphy: milk even. But even if one had good water supplied that would not Ar the risk of being accused of cynicism, we will candidly exposturemedy the gases from the waste-pipe. That evil must be met in other late with our clever contemporary, the Dail Telegraph, not on its ways, the best to my knowledge being “Bishop's Sanitary Valve," I being "impulsive," but on the peculiar tone of its impulsiveness. A which is as simple as it is efficacious. A hollow ball rests on the top little mortified by the sneers of the worldlings, the artless moralist of of the waste pipe, connected by a rod with a valve. When the cistern Peterborough Court, “thanks goodness" that the quality " which is so full as to float this ball, the rod raises the valve and the water the cynics call gushing' is not dead yet, or MATILDA Griggs might rushes down--and no gas can escape.
have rotted in Chelmsford gaol." Is it really cynical to protest against I HAVE received the first number of the IUustrated Photographer, and the false sentiment of such exaggerated phraseology as this? Rotting a capital first number it is, though the illustrations are Graphotype. I in Chelmsford gaol, forsooth! How long would a prisoner have to They are the best specimens of the process I have seen, but they lie in a gaol ere he rot? Chelmsford must have been sadly overlooked show very clearly its faults and failures. The literary portion, though | by the inspectors of prisons if Miss GRIGGS, or any other captive intended for the photographer, will be found interesting enough for there, has been in danger of incurring a disease which is mostly conthe general public. Dumas père has just started a new paper infined to sheep. It is the merest "rot" to rave and rant after the Paris, which he names D'Artagnan, after the hero of his most popular fashion sometimes affected by the Telegraph. novel. The Atlas has just taken a new lease of life, with a change of size and arrangement which is a decided improvement. MR. MYLES FENTON has been considerably chaffed for saying the
A PUN, BY OUR PARISIAN. other day that the servants of the Metropolitan Railway should attend The Huile of Life:-O-live oil.
Mr. D******i to Mrs. Britannia :-"I PROMISE YOU, MA'AM, IF YOU WILL CONTINUE TO GIVE US YOUR CUSTOM, AND WILL ONLY GIVE YOUR ORDERS AND PAY IN CASH, WE WILL SUPPLY YOU WITH EVERYTHING YOU WANT ON AS LOW TERMS AS ANY OTHER PARTY, LEAGUE, CO-OPERATION SOCIETY, OR WHATEVER THEY MAY PLEASE TO CALL THEMSELVES."