The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1879-12-23 00:00:00

!MANAGE.
"Pastes anb Ilicktro."

Di I you ever? The L. has Wren to very r ,nch
work. They have scattered " acorn" about in High.
street, Ituourable woun Is, we ebb we emit boast
a few more. But if they were " wetted in " icy the
water-cart before those stone.crushers come trouncing
down on them, when the rain comes our street would
keep clean. At present scar.powder is saving up for
the next high wind to put inside us, hardening our
constitutions, at the expense of our Inn,. The L. 8.,
not satisfied with such profesaional service as beionceth
to the warrior and the chemist, have actually become
mortar improvers, for we saw an carpi,* of one of
the members scraping up the scor.dust fr co the roods
and mixing it with his mortar. hes. evidence than
thi, might found a charge agairist them of mtking bad
roads that they themselves might have good mortar.
The lighthouse authorities have evidently made the
entenck Ameorab'e to the land owner, for tbe marking
, out of site, road*, etc., etc., woes, deth daily and
employeth several men. We shall be glad when the
, genial rays .if the house illumine land and sea, for my
I young la ly and I really want some new and attractive
walk in the evenings—Granny's death has left us so
lonely. The genial host who used to w,lcome us is
going to retire, not 'from business," but from his
present house. So many b sone friends ore on the
move, that be only is left alive in Swanage to tell the
tale—we all know so well. Ah, he also went up high
enough and comes down at the usual express rate.
" All is vanity and vexation of spirit."
As the day of vanity draweth nigh we hope Post-
man Pushmen will he remembered richly. His salary
is n. t so large, even kept in his pocket, that a
Christmas-box or so would be likely to crush Mm, for
though postmen are always gallant to the young
ladiee, Pnehman is none the less so to rough, old
Lucia. Every person rich and poor should feel it
their duty to fancy him • fortune-teller on Honing.
day, and cries his palm as literally as they may desire
their future to be cheering. It is sure to be taken, this
hint, for many little birds have been whi.pering to me
to say they think a good aervaat deserves to be remem-
bered, so, of course, they intend good things shall fall
to his lot,

When there is little to be seen we miss ever so little
if it disappears. The minds of people in the neigh-
bourhood of Burt's-lane are at present in a distressed
state. For some time they have become familiar with
a little " black boy" • gen tleman has been in the
hal& of carefully bearing down the lane, and more
carefully carrying up. But ..f late the gentleman goes
And comes without the little negro. Why is this?
We interviewed one of the inhabitants this in. ruing.
Lucie "Will Kiddie, what do you think about
this 'black boy' business?"
Kid: "Tom Fudge thinks as bow grains 'ass rose
Iron vourp-noe to sixpence a busheL"
Lucia: " Bother grains, what have they to do with
'black boys' r
Kid: " Tom Fudge says to I, that be were twold,
that ef Satan and turmits rise, tatsr-ond•turmlt soup
would be roes as well, look ye."
Lucia : Oh, I perceive I You think the ' boy ' was
fed on grain-gravy eb I "
Kid ,Neo, I dwon't think ar bit bout it, but Tom
Fudge says he think so, an' Tom is a bit lamed."
Lucie: (Here I grew very circumspect, and spoke
softly) "You don't suppose, now, LW he has done
anything to the ' boy ' ?
Kid: "Spoke louder, I be deaf when the wind do
change. What's the good o' • voice ef thee down' use ,
un ?"

-Lucia: (Applying my fist to my mouth and thus to
his ear) "1)0 you think anything has happened to
the 'boy.' has be killed him? f'
Kid: hat's better I I've yurd se • drop •
brand, on the top of breakfast were good fur deafness,
but rva coined out wi' nu rixpenoe In my pocket. '
Lucia: (Taking the opportunity of openly ellping
• coin of the same metal into Kiddie's waistcoat
pocket) "You beard whet I said?"
Kid "Es.. I )earl before, but thee welt a, distant
like. Tom Fudge uys if there was sich • thing in the
parish, be should think as the • black bwoy ' were
killed wi • taytotal pledge. I do'ano myeel' what
thik thing it like, but Ice yeard tell as it be a good
thing used just afore Christmas, ef • fellow wants to
rind ar bit • mossy about 'en for the New Year.
Good maroon', air.
Lu is (in meditation) : "I wonder what they mean
by a black boy' in these parts—a tan-pot perhaps.
That far! seem to see my way into the mystery, and
how 11l leave it as • Xmu present for tin die-
appinted fisherman. itisy be be thankful to get as
much. _ .

—iriere just hard that something is autism with " the
Tra4e," and I am now off to • meeting at Grace Head
to find out what it is all about. It is quite Una for •
meeting to be held, if the days of " the f rade" ar4 not
to he numbered.

The weather ii going t change; bt.t the present
break up of the frost will very soon be mended, to
break up again and then for Come time to disappear.
Our old friend has prombed us an original forecast of
the weather during 1880 for the New Year's Edition
of the Telegram, and we are sure he will equal old
Moore at aerate.
Lyme.

OH•RXI 1,4
LOBA OF A HOBAIL—A horse belonging t. sh. Dunning, of rbarniinater, had its leg hrok" .1„.^•
In a field on Monday morning leaf. -r‘
week', hack it had been kicked on the pia,
now it waa found necep.ary t.1...0t it, nn,i 0,6' 161 done on the Name day. The lima to Mr. li,
£4O, the annual being worth more than that. inag-
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3R6DPOIM--17EVRZELL.
DIATH .F TVS VICUL—TIIe Rev. 11. B. did on Swat/ week, la Ida G7thwit. eas yea..
Ate .owl by Mr. NI,.
trotT,
fainful inter. a waled,. The tev mndirvna 1- a 144
the livintg, which I. in the gi t ofWinr!eettee About 30 yew.. It Wi4 worth only £lBO a ye 44.5,72, deovave,l had refused the offer vf serest! very .""
t'kvl
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