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$1.50 PER ANNUM.
Wall and other Large Tents.
new.ami old
„ 1 1 EA V V sorps ••! BROGANS I
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At $3 Per Pair!
Men’s and Roy’s Jackets, I
!jj>2 Each!
Shirts, Drawers, Pants,
A I. S 0 ,
100,000 SHELTER TENTS, suita
ble for shoe-makers, mechanics and
housekeepers for different purposes.—
These tents arc in excellent order, being
nearlv new.
The Wall or larger Tents are also in
excellent order, suitable for wagon-covers,
awnings, window cloths and many other
pn rposes.
All persons wishing to purchase any of
the above articles are requested to call
and examine them.
Wholesale and Retail.
Corner Chew and Stirling streets,
dec.B Baltimore, Md.
Manufacturer of
Tin and isheet Iron Ware,
Main street, marly opposite Post office ,
:w mi,
TI'HE subscriber having located in Hel Air,
1 respectfully informs the citizens of Harford
county that he will mauutheturo and keep on
hand over y variety of
9 i
Of a superior quality, which ho will sell on
reasonable terms
ROOFING and SPOUTING attended to, in
the best manner ami with despatch.
put up and repaired at short notice.
MILK CANS of superior quality manu
fiWttured to order. Give Me a Call I
jans Main street, Bel Air.
new iiiis.
T’HE undersigned have just received a
large and well selected stock of Goods
suitable for the season. They are con- \
stuntly making up the neatest work, and i
the newest and most fashionable style of j
i’or the Pall <& Winter.
To which they invite the attention of
the citizens of the town and the sur
rounding country. They also desire i
an occasional call from their Baltimore
friends, when they want something of ex
tra style and finish, as they are aware that
the undersigned can ami will take pleasure
in putting up work of that description.
In addition to all styles of Bonnets,
they keep constantly on hand a variety of
Si.-!, r Mi;** T " -‘.Gloves, Hosiery,
I ■ ■ diet nr'icles in
hi > o-'-
.ue liberal patronage here
to,on /.cn thefirm, they expect by strict
attention to in, ir.ess to merit its continu
Washington street, two doors north of
the Railroad, and next door to Nixon’s
Hotel, Havre-de-Ghacr. sep2s
Rat, Roach and Mouse
WE invito the attention of the public to the
above preparation, as being one of Ibe
most effectual preparations ever introduced for
the destruction of the above vermin. We war
rant it a DEAD SHUT FOR RATS I Try it—
only 25 cents a box.
iS®~For sale by A. H. GREENFIELD. Ag’t,
corner Main street and Port Deposit avenue, Bel
Air, Md. sepla-Om
Executors and administra
tors who have not settled their ac
counts according to law, will, at as early
a day as possible, with the vouchers, re
port to the Register for the settlement of
said accounts. All delinquents will he
, called to appear before the Court.
Bv order of the Orphans’ Court,
b. h. Hanson,
Register of Wills for Harford county.
A- W- BAT JSA-A-lSr,
One Dollar and Fifty Cent* Per Annum,
Ouo square, (eight lines or less.) three inser
tions, SI.OO. Each subsequent insertion 25 eta.
One square three months, $3.00; Six months,
$5.00; Twelvemonths, SB.OO.
Riutiness rartla of a\n Hues vi less, $3 a
No subscription taken for less than a year.
I Alone in the dark and silent night,
With the heavy thought of a vanished year,
j When evil deeds come back to sight,
And good deeds rise with a welcome cheer;
j Alone with the spectres of Ibe past,
That come with the old year’s dying chime,
There glooms one shadow dark and vast,
The shadow of Wasted Time.
The chances of happiness cast away,
The opportunities never sought,
The good resolves that every day
Have died in the impotence of thought;
The slow advance and the backward step
In the rugged path wc have striven to climb ;
How they furrow the brow and pale the lip,
When we talk with Wasted Time.
What are we now ? what had we been
Had we hoarded time as the miser’s gold,
Striving our meed to win,
Through the summer’s heat and the winter’s J
Shrinking from nought that the world could do ; !
Fearing nought hut the touch of crime;
Laboring, struggling, all seasons through,
And knowing no Wasted Time.
Who shall recall the vanished years ?
Who shall hold back this ebbing tide
That leaves us remorse, mid shame, aud tears, |
And washes away all tilings beside;
Who shall give us the strength o’n now,
To leave forever this holiday rhyme.
To shake off this sloth from heat aud brow,
And battle with Wasted Time?
The years that pass come not again,
The things that die no life renew ;
But e’en from the rust of bis cankering chain
A golden truth is glimmering through ;
That to him who learns from errors past,
And turns away with strength sublime,
And makes each year out do the last.
There is no Wasted Time.
A Roman Hero
in the war between Romo and Car
thage the Consul Regains was taken cap
tive. He was kept a close prisoner for
two years, pining and sickening in his
loneliness, while in the meantime the war
continued, and at last a victory so deci
sive was gained by the Romans, that the
people of Carthage were discouraged and
tesolved to ask terms of peace. They
thought no one would ho so readily lis
tened to at Rome as llcgulus, and they
therefore scut him there With their on
l voys, having first made him swear that
[ be would come back to his prison if there
’ i should neither ho peace nor an exchange
!of prisoners. They little knew how much
more a true-hearted Roman cared for his
city than for himself—fur his word than
J for h s life.
Worn and dejected, the captive war
j rior canto to the outside of the gates of
I I his own city, and there lie paused, refus
j iug to color. “1 am no longer a Ro
man citizen ho said : “I am but a bar
barian’s slave and the senate may not
give audience to strangers within the
His wife Mavcio, ran out to greet him
with his two sons, but lie did not look up. j
aui root ived their caresses as one be-1
Death their notice, as a mere slave, and i
he continued in spite of all entreaty, to |
, remain outside of the city, and would:
i nut even go to the little farm he had lev- j
ud so well,
'i be Roman senate as he would not |
l come in to them, came out to hold their j
■ meeting in the Campaigns.
The ambassadors spoke first. Then
Regulus standing up, said, as on; re-
I peatiug a task, “C mseript fathers, being
i a slave to the Carthaginians, 1 cpmo on
the part of my masters to treat with you
concerning peace and an exchange of
■ prisoners.” He then turned to go away
witli the ambassadors, as a stranger migiil
not be present at the deliberations of the
senate. His old Iriends pressed him to
stay aud give his opinion as a senator
who had twice been consul hut he refus
al ed to degrade that dignity by claiming it,
. i slave us be was. But ui the command
• of bis Carthaginian masters he remained,
• though no: taking his scat.
Then he spoke He told the senators
to persevere in war. H>- said that, he
I had seen the distress of Carthage, and
that a peace would be only to tier advan
tage , not to that of Rome, and tl.erelore,
ho strongly advised that the war should
. continue, i'hen, as to exchange of pris
■ oners, the j|Cariliaginiau generals, who
’ Wore in the hands of the Romans, wore !
. in full health and strength whilst he him |
f self was too much broken down to be fit
> lor service again, and indeed he believed
that his enemy had given a slow poison,
and that he could not live long. Thus
ho insisted that no exchange of prisoners
should he made.
It was woud rful cv.u to Ramans to
j hoar a man pleadiug against himself, ami
| their chief priests cimo forward and de
j dared that as his oath had been wrested
j from him by force, he was nut bound to
return to iiis captivity. Mat Regains
was too noble to listen to this for a mo
i! ment “Have you resolved to dishonor
i me ?” he said, “I aiifemut ignorant that
i death and the extremes! tortures are pre
’ paring for mo ; but what are tbese to the
| name of an iuxamaua action or the wounds
| of a guilty mind ? Slave as I am to
j Carthage I have still the spirit of a llo
[ man. I have sworn t. return. It is my
■' duty to go ; lot the gods take care of the
The Senate decided to follow the ad
vice of Regains, though they bitterly re
gretted his sacrifice. His wife wept and
j entreated in vain that they would detain
! him; they could merely repeat their
j permission to him to remain ; but noth
j ing could prevail him to break his word,
j aud he turned back to the cba’ns and
j death he expected as calmly as if be had
been returning to his homo. —Books of
Golden Deeds.
Modern Parisian Wonders.
A letter from Paris says : The latest
wonders of Paris are the garden on Mont
martre and Cliaumont Heights—Bataclan,
and the new bazaar. The garden con
tains sixty two acres; it is situated on a
hill higher than Dorchester Heights, and
which has valleys on all four sides, which
spread out as far as the eye can reach, and
qro variegated with churches, villages,
gardens, vineyards and fields, a river
which winds tortuously as the braided
snake, ant) two great, railways on which,
coming or going, trains continuously dash
through. So great is tho distance, even
the English express train, which rolls
j along at tho rate of thirty-six miles an
j hour, seems to crawl at a suail’s pace.—
j Here lies Paris with her monuments.—
j Yonder is the Bois dc Boulogne, and over
| it St. Cloud, Surosnes, Mt. Pluerien, Pu
i teuux, Sevres, Mendon; further to the
| left is Clamart and Montrouge, distin
j guished by their immense quarry wheels
i which seem gigantic cobwebs against the
| sky. Further away still are countless
| villages. You may spend days there gaz
j ing and feel no more fatigue than you ex
j parionce when staring at the horizon line
| from the sea shore. Is there a site for a
1 garden in the world comparable to this ?
You h.d its cousin once on Dorchester
Heights, but private house.- have long
since confiscated it, and you have not yet
learned the lesson of tearing down houses
for r,ho public good.
Imagine a gem of a garden situated on
Montmarto Hill. It has a lake in whose
centre rises a sort of pinnacle of rocks
some two hundred feet high, and ono bank
of the lake is formed a hill—Pelion piled
on Ossa—-one hundred and fifty feet high,
and crowned with a canopy in marble of
the Sibyl’s temple (whose exquisite pro
portions the engraver has made familiar
to everybody) which overlooks tho falls of
Trivoli near Rome. Bataclan, or, as it is
written over tho door, Bat A Clan, is a
Chinese pagoda, constructed with scrupu
lous fidelity to the models of Chinese art,
decorated ioside with figures copied from
an albuoi found in the summer Palace at
Pekin. It is a Cafe Concert. It was
built for a musical and dramatic cafe, but
the police struck out tho words “and dra
matic,” so it was forced to give only mu
sical entertainments. It is at this mo
rn ut tho most successful establishment in
town. It is not only crowded, but its
dors arc besieged by thousands—l do tot
■ exaggerate —who wait until some specta
tor vacates his place. There is no charge
I for admission at the doors; the price is
i paid in increased rates for refreshments,
j Tho bazaar is the latest wonder. It ia not
yet completed. It. is to cost ono million
of dollars, and, like an Oriental bazaar,
will contain everything. Tho buyer will
I receive a bond for 100 f, if lie buys for so
I mud), otherwise he will receive a ticket
| for the amount of his purchases, and when
| they have in course of time reachnd to
| 100 f., they will he exchanged for abend,
i Drawings of these bonds will take place
| periodically, and tho holder whoso bond’s
| number is drawn will be paid lOOf. Thus
’ people may buy gratuitously (pardon the
incongruity.) It is fortunate that such
a discovery has been made, for life in Par
is is growing so expensive that nobody can
live hero unless at least two rich uncles
or three rich aunts have made him their
heir. Will you credit it ? , You may find
■ in our gentlemen’s furnishing shops, shirts
at the price of 8500 and 8000.* I wish
you would lot me draw on you for u dozeo
#|s worth a year. You ought to do so,
purely you wouldn’t see a writer on
your paper haviug less than a dozen shirts
,-in his chest of drawers. Or, as times arc
hard, we will compromise matters by ray
accepting one dozen such shirts as an out
| (if and giving you quit claim for the fu
a* Lady L. Duucau was an heiress, and
S r VV. Duucau was her physician duriuga
severe illness. One day she told him she
had made up her mind to marry, and
upon his asking the name of tho fortu
nate chosen one, she bade him go home
| and open his bible, giving him tho chap
j ter and verse, and he would find it out.
| He did so, and road what Nathan said
. unto David, “Thou art the man.’’
The Germans do not use the word
“church-yard” aud “burying-ground” to
designate their places of interment. They
use the heauiitul and suggestive expres
sion, “God’s Acre,” and “Court of
I eaco.”
I Gen. J. £. B. Stuart.
From a sketch of this great cavalry
i officer, published in tho Now York News
3 we clip tho following :
• He laughed and danced, and made
' merry wherever he went. Ho would
r fight all day, and at night—if oiroum
-1 stances permitted—ride ten wiles with his
■ banjo-player, and dance with a party of
3 young girls till the “small hours.” If
3 his fatigue had been great he would
3 lean back on a sofa, fall asleep in a mo
• ment, aud wake up and dance us gaily as
before. A greater faculty for sleeping
! just whon he wanted I never saw. Half
the time on marches he slept in the snd
' die, ami his adroitness in not failing was
■ remarkable. With one knee thrown over
1 the pommel of tho saddle, arms folded and
1 chin resting on the breast, he would
sleep mile after mile, and as much ro
' freshed apparently as though ho had risen
i from a good hod.
There was something of the cavalryman
. in everything that Stuart did, as in his
• personal appearance and habits. It was
seldom that ho doffed his high boots even
in winter quarters, and he invariably j
! danced .in hi.; spurs. A pair made of!
- solid gold aud richly carved were present
■ od to him; but these he only wore upon
extraordinary occasions. His sabre was
• a French one, slight, slender, pliable and
light. This rarely left his side. He pre
ferred horses of medium size, rather light
—liked mares and would never have
stallions. Ills horses “Skylark,” “Star
of the East,’’ “Lady Margaret,” “Lily of
the Valley,” were all excellent. The
equipments were all plain and a good Mc-
Clellan saddle without leather covering,
curb bit, and single rein—no iiiartiogal;
behind the saddle a red blanket rolled iu
an oil cloth, and on the pommel a caval
ry cape and oil cloth overall. These are
trifles, it may bo said, but the world is
made up of “trifles.”
Tho General's seat in the saddle was
not only good—it was perfect. His lig
ure was short aud heavy, but in the sad
dle he was tho model of a cavalier. He
seemed to “grow there ” His person
moved with the movements of his horso,
so perfectly that horse and rider seemed
ono. He was an excellent swordsman,
and would have been—nay, often was—a
a dangerous man in a ohttrge. A regi
ment of men like Stuart, with tho drawn
sabre, would go through or over anything.
It was certain at least they would dio try
..... -■ ■
Gamino Houses. —An article in
the July number of tho Westminister Ite
vieto gives some stertling particulars of
tho gambling houses of the continent of
Europe. The reader is doubtless aware
that the German gaming houses in gene
ral pay a large sum annually to the
prince or duke within whose dominions
they happened to bn established, and that
they enjoy protection as a return for thus
replenishing the purses of the petty sov
ereigns. The history of the Hamburg
gambling house is surprising. It was
, founded in 1810, by two Frenchmen who
received permission from tho Landgrave of
Hesse Homburg to establish their bouse
in his capital. They at first lost their
capital, and tho landgrave lent them 150,-
i 000 florins to start again. Ho evidently
, found it pecuniarily advantageous to have
such a hemsa in his small dominions,
to aid his very small income. Tho com
piny was organized as “A scrip Compa
ny for leasing the Pump Room and Min
; eral Springs.” The capital in the compa
. ny was originally ono million of florins,
more than a million and a half dollars.—
- Tho market value of this capital last year
i j was ten millions of dollars ! The shares
, | were originally five hundred florins each.
, I They were reduced to oue hundred florins
I each aud every holder of a five hundred flor
, | in share received iu exchange for it fifteen
I j of tho one hundred florin shares, without
I I additional paylneut. Oo these tho annual
: | dividends were fifty florins per share, and
i i bad been as high as one hundred and lif
> | ty. Oue of the Frenchmen who founded
. the company is now worth four million
s dollars ! All this from a gambling house
t iu which, with their eyes wido open to
i the enormous profits of the company,
• | men pour by hundreds and thousands to
i j risk tfieir money on the hazards of the
. j tablo. “Breaking the bank” is an old
i phrase still at vogue at German watering
; places, but it means nothing. If the bank
• closes play tor the night “broken,” it al
-1 ways opens tlie next day with ample funds
j and always wins ia the season enough to
i make its enormous dividends.
i There are monomaniacs around the
, gambling houses, who are constantly im
■ agtiiiog that they have invented systems
i by which they are sure to win. These
; men are among the curiosities produced
; by the existence of the licensed gambling
- tables. They regard the hazards of tho
- game as susceptible of reduction to sys
tematic rule, and arc carried away with
lho expectation, steadily renewed as often
• as it fails, of “breaking the bank.”
i ... *****
3 fjdlcra’s Webster on a bridge, said
I Mrs. Partington, as she handed Ike the
■ dictionary. Study it contcutively and you
3 will gain a great deal of inflammation.
• J&virlt is the opiuion of a Western edi
tor, that wood goes further wbeu left out
of doors, than when well housed. He
I says some of his went half a mile.
r kferA conscript being told that it was
- sweet to die for bis country, tried to ex
f cuse himself on the ground that he never
did like sweet things.
Social Life in Italy.
? A letter from Naples in the Dehats,
s speaking of the late great theatrical per
formance in-that city for charity, says r
s “Of the three urcat tragic actresses who
I performed, Madame Riston is considered
the mest noble in appearance, Madame
’ Sadowski tho most natural, and Madame
f Gazzola the most touching. While these
f great artists were acting I could not re-
I train from remembering that Kistori and
Sadowski are both marohosc by marriage,
i and nevertheless (hey still remain on (he
stage. I remember, too, that SaWini, the
f actor, has recently received the cross with
■ I out any one being for a moment surprised,
II and that he is invited, as a member of
-j charitable committees, to take his seat in 1
I company with dukos and princes. In 1
i France wo boast of our equality, but the '
| more I travel the more I see that we flat- 1
! ter ourselves a little on that point. Ail 1
| social distinctions and the classification of 1
; professions are much more marked in ‘
France than in Italy. 1
For example, in the latter country ac
! tresses hearing titles of nobility are seen
j on the stage ; commanders direct cajes
I and other public establishments ; a prince >
accepts a secondary office; General Pomare, •
who ia charged with a province containing 11
7,000,000 souls, breakfasts tranquilly at a I
resturant at tho corner of the street, and 1
replies like any cue else to any of the 1
lazzaroni who may ask the hour of ths 5
day ; tho Vicars-General of the Arch- I
bishopric bathe in the sea with every one 1
else for seven sous ; no domestic would 1
be surprised at eating at the lower end of *
his master’s table ; there is no pretension c
among people who aro or who have *
been Ministers ; no ono considers himself 1
us superior to tho rest because ho has (
been in office ; them is, in fine, every- 1
whore and in everything h certain remi- I
niscenco of Grecian simplicity, sometimes 1
perhaps abused, hut generally delight 1
Population of the Globe. I
There are on the globe about 1,288
millions of souls, of which
SG!) millions are of the Caucasian *
552 millions are of the Mongol race, '
190 millions arc of the Ethiopian 1
race, '•
175 millions are of the Malay race.
1 million aro of tho Indo American |
There arc 8,622 languages spoken, and 1
1,000 different religions. 1
The yearly mortality of the globe is *
318,333,383 persons. This is at the rats |
of 91,355 per day, 3,730 per hour, 60 1
per minute. So each pulsation of our
heart marks tho decease of some human ‘
creature. 1
The average of human life is 33 1
One-fourth of the population dies at or
before the age of 7 years—ono half at or ]
before 13 years.
Among 10,000 persons, one arrives at ,
the ago of 100 years, one in 500 attains
the age of 90, and oue in 100 lives to the 1
age of 60.
Married men live longer than single \
ones. In 1,000 persons 65 marry, and
more marriages occur in June and De
cember than in any other mouths of tho
One-eighth of the whole population is
Professions exercise a great influence
on longevity. In 1,000 individuals who
arrive at (he age of 70 years, 42 are
| priests, orators or public speakers, 40 are
■ j agriculturists ; 33 arc workmen, 32 sol
' i diers or military employees, 29 advocates
I I or engineers, 27 professors, and doc
tors. Those who devote their lives to
the prolongation of that of others dio tho
1 There are 335,000,000 Christians.
There are 5,000,000 Israelites.
I There are 60,000,000 Asiatic reli
! gions.
There are 160,000,000 Mahomcdans.
There are 200,000,000 Pagans,
In the Christian churches
> 170 000,000 profess the Roman Catho
-1 lie
i 75 000,000 profess tho Greek faith,
1 80 000,000 profess tho Protestant re
-1 ligion.
1 b
> A Government Inspector land his Part
: i ner.
A government inspector, visiting a la-
J natic asylum, saw tho medical superinten
dent and said :
“I don’t wish to go over the asylum in
1 tho usual way, but to miuglc with the pa
’ tienta as if 1 were an officer, a surgeon,
’ or even one of themselves. By so doing
j I shall bo better enabled to judge of their
' 1 intellectual state, and of their progress iu
’ I the direction of sanity.”
J j “With pleasure,” said tho doctor ; “it
is Saturday, and we usually have a dance
1 | on Saturday uight. If you go to tho ball-
J j room, as wc call it, you will see them
dancing and talking without reserve.”
j “Would it bo objectionable if I danced
; with them,” asked the official.
“Not at all,” was tho reply.
Tho official walked into the ball-room,
and selecting tho prettiest girl he saw for
a partner, was soon keeping up a very an
imated conversation with her. In the
course of the evening he said to the doc-
B lor:
“Do you know that girl in the white
dress with the blue spots is a very curious
i case! I’ve been talking to her, and I
cannot for the life and soul of me discov
r cr in what direction her mental malady
i lies. Ot course, I saw at once she was
YOL. X. —NO. 5.
mad—saw it in the odd look of her eye*.
She kept looking at me so oddly. I asked
her if she did not think she was the
Queen of Ragland, or whether she had
not beeu robbed of a large fortune by the
volunteer movement, or jilted by the
Prince of Wales, and tried to find oat the
cause of her lunacy, but 1 couldn’t; she
was too artful.”
“Very likely,” answered the doctor;
“you sec she is not a patient, she is one
of the housemaids, and as sane a* you
Meantime, the pretty housemaid went
to all her fellow servants and said :
“Have you scon tho new patient ?
He’s been dancing with me. A fine tall
man with beautiful whiskers I but a t mad
as a March bare. He asked me if I
wasn’t the Queen of England ; if a vol
unteer hadn’t robbed me of a large for
tune ; and whether the Prince of Wales
didn’t want to marry me. He is mad.—
Isn’t it a pity? Such a fine young
man 1”
Mo Innovations 1
A good old Dutchman of our Stale was
in the habit of sending bis son “Hans”
to the mill every Saturday afternoon with
a bag of grain. This was slung across the
back of old Raw-bones, a sorrel and sorry
looking horse; and in order to make the
bag maintain its balance, a large stone
was put in one end of the bag, while the
grain was pendant in the other. One day
Hans had the task of getting the corn
ready for mill, and by chance forgetting
the stone, as be seized the bag the inclos
ed grain parted, and be found the load
equally balanced on the back of Raw
bones. Turning, he spied the alone, and
examining the burden discovered that the
load went quite us well without it as with.
In joy at his great discovery, Hans yelled
at the old man, who was in the corn
“Fader ! fader come ’ere 1”
“Vote you want, Hans ?” said tho old
farmer, coming out.
“Looks here, fader ! I’ve kot ter corn
palanced in ter bag mltout ter sthoue in
one ont!”
The old gentleman looked at Hans’
strange innovation, and in a voice choked
with wrath at the presumption of the
youth, said—
“Uako tat off! dake it off, an’ but dat
sthone in ter pug, like it was pefore !
Your* grandfador went to mill mit a
a sthone in ter pag ter balance it, and
your old fadder too, an’ now you goes an'
sets yourself up as you knows more dan
both of 'urn ! I whips you. Hans, dake
it off, an’ but der sthone in ter pag!”
Hans did as directed, and with a mon
strous pebble in one end of the bag, and
the graiu in the other, old Rawboncs went
on bis journey, and the world moved on.
Watt’s Workshop.—A visit to
James Watt’s workshop is thus graph
ically described by an Edinburg gentle
man attending the British Association :
“We were admitted into his workroom —
a garret at the tup of the house. It ap
pears he bad a scolding wife, who didn’t
like the messes and noises he made so he
was sent up to the attic. This room is
exactly as Watt left it. The very ashes
are still in the grate ; his little lathe has
a bit of unfinished work iu it; tools lie
about ; books and drawings are in old
drawers, and strewed hero and there. —
It is a miserable little place. Only four
of us could get in at one time, lu fact,
the daughter of the housekeeper who went
in with us had to tuck herself up into all
manner of shapes to prevent her crinoline
sweeping all the letters into the corners.
Tho bouse is a very good one, and Watt
was rich when he died there ; but it is
clear his wife kept him and his little
workroom in the background. This room
j has only been recently opened. By
the will of Watt’s son, it was ordered to
!bo left forever as the old man bae left
lit when he last went out at its door. It
: was not looked into far more than thirty
I years.”
***** : — .
t&~A fellow went some time since in
to the store of a fashionable dressmaker.
“Have you any skirts he asked with a
serious emphasis. “Plenty of them.”—
“What is the price per cord ?” said the
ohap. “A cord !” replied the woman, in
astonishment. Yes about a cord. Up
in our diggins, the petticoats has gin out.
I sec you advertised corded skirts, and 1
thought while my hand was in, I would
take what you had corded up.” The wo
man looked reflective.
fi®“During the last illnese of Dr. Cibrao,
a celebrated French physician, he was at
tacked with delirium, on recovering from
which he felt bis own pulse mistaking
himself for one of his patients.
“Why was I not called before?” he
said. “It’s too late ; has the gentleman
been bled ?” bis attendant answered in
the negative.
“Then he is a dead man,” answered
Cibruc ; “he will uot live six hours
and his prediction was verified.
0- “1 remember,” said Sydney Smith
“entering a room with glass all around it
at the French embassy, and saw myself re
flected on every side. I took it for a
meeting of the clergy, and was delighted
of course^ 5
Thomas Jefferson, when Minister to
Fiance, being presented at Court, some
eminent functionary remarked, “You re
place Dr. Frankliu, sir.” “1 succeed Dr.
Franklin,” was Mr. Jefferson’s prompt
‘ reply ; “no man can replace him.”

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