The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1858-06-01 00:00:00

Varieties.

A thousand misfortunes are Isle shelling than a
single kindness,
An Irishman, writing from Ohio says II le the most
elegant plias in the world, " Thit grit three weeks,"
he says, you are boarded gratis, and after that you are
charged nothing at all. Come along, and bring the ohu•
deco
A WORD TOl Giumicut—ln every men's cup, how
bitter Never, there are some cordial drops, some good
eiromunstanoes which, if wisely 'striated, ire 'Wildest
to make him contented, and, if not happy, at least re.
eigned.—Sterne.
-Nothing is superdelil to a deep observer I It is in
trifles that the mind betrays "lii what part of
that letter," said a king to the wisest of living diploma.
tie* "did you (Hoover irresolution I—ln It, RI and
per was the answer.
A very benevolent man will never shook the feelings
of othere, by an exam either of inattention or display ;
you may doubt, therefore, the philanthropy both of a
sloven and a fop. There la an indifferenoe to plebes in a
stocking down at heel—but there may be malevolent". In
a diamond :gag,
At Plymouth, one pouring wet day, a drenched Oar
amked a witermen to lend him his tarpaulin Goat. "I
isn't do that," said the latter, "but if you'll stand two.
pine' 11l buy you that whiah shill keep you dry all
day." "Done l" gild Jack, handing out hie coppere,
"Hers, milieu" said time wag, to the keeper of a haz.
ter's shop, "give Jack two of Oho', red herrings, If
they won't keep him dry all day, I don't know what
will,"
STIADFASTREIN.—IR the science of private morels,
which relate for the main part to °erosives individually,
we have no right to deviate one single iota from the rule
of our conduct. Neither time nor circumstance must
cause us to meslify or to change. Integrity knows no
variation ; honesty no shadow of turning. We must
pursue the same course—stern and uncompromising—in
the full persuailon that the path of right is like the
bridge from earth to heaven, in the Mihometan creed ;
—if we swerve but • single hair's breadth, we are lire'
voaably lost,
" NANI '0 YOUR YUN."—In the "sold ling sync,"
a Scotch minister was once busy eatechising his young pa-
rishioners before the congregation, when he put the usual
first question to a stout girl, whose father kept • nubile-
house. "What is your name'?" No reply. The ques-
tion having been repeated, the girl replied, "Nana o'
your fun, Mr. Minister ; ye ken ray nanie weed eneuah.
Ils'ye no may when ye ootne to our house on • night,
' Bat, bring me some ale ' The congregation, forget- '
ting the sacredness of the plain, were in • broad grin,
and the parson looked daggers.
A SILINT PAlR.—The- father of the late Duke of
Devonshire, like his brother Lord George Cavendish
(father of the present Duke), was a very silent man.
When travelling together through Germany, on stop-
ping at an inn, they were told that they could be accom-
modated with • chamber containing three beds, one of
which was already ooeupied. They made no remark, but
quietly retired to the apartment. They, however, felt
some curiosity, and, drawing aside the bed-curtains, eaoh
took • momentary peep. They then immediately got
into bed, and slept soundly. Next morning, after they
had breakfasted, and Fall their bill, the Duke merely
said to his brother, George, did you see the dead
body ?' "Yes," was the reply, and they both got into
their chaise and prooeeded on their journey without
another word! .

PLEASANT THOOGHTEL—IE all sentiments that are
impregnated with melancholy, and instil sadness as •
moral, I question the wisdom, and dispute the truth.
There is no situation in life which we cannot sweeten or
embitter, at will. If the past is gloomy, I do not see
the necessity of dwelling upon it. If the mind can
make one vigorous exertion, it can another : the same
energy you put forth in acquiring knowledge, would
also enable you to baffle misfortune. Determine not to
think upon what is painful; resolutely turn away from
everything that recalls it; bend all your attention to
some new and engrossing object ; do this, and you
defeat the past. You smile, as if this were impossible ;
yet it is not an iota more so, than to tear one's self from
a favourite pursuit, and addict one's self to an object
unwelcome to one at first. Tins the mind does con-
tinually through life: so can it also do the other, if you
will but make an equal exertion. Nor does it seem to
me natural to the human heart to look much to the
past; all its plans, its projects, its aspirations, are for
ihe future; it is for the future, and Wt the future, that
we live. Our very passions, when most agitated, are
most anticipative. Revenge, avarice, ambition, love,
the desire of good and evil, are all fixed and pointed to
some distant goal; to look backwards, is like walking
backwards—against our proper formation: the mind
does not readily adopt the habit, and when once adopted,
it will readily return to its natural bias. Oblivion is,
therefore, a more easily obtained boon than we imagine.
Forgetfulness of the past is purchased by increasing our
anxiety for the future.—Bulwer.