The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1855-07-24 00:00:00

SUPPLEMENT TO THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.

TURKISH HUSBANDS seldom return home at the
close of day without bringing presents to their wives.
The present may be small,---a basket of fruits, a paper
of figs, a box of scent, or even a cucumber, but he
always brings something ; and to fail in this implies
that he is offended with his home, or if he be a married
man, that he is about to put away his wife. As ob-
servers of prayer, too, they are a model and a reproach
to Christendom.---City of the Crescent.
BRITISH POWER IN INDIA.---0111* great success in
India has induced the systematic habit of despising
our enemies, and thence we are liable to disasters and
reverses from which otherwise we might be preserved
by the actual magnitude of our power and extent of
our resources. Our Indian Empire is owing solely to
our superiority in arms. It rests entirely on that
foundation. It is undermined by every reverse, how-
ever trifling, and would not withstand any serious
indications of weakness. All India is at all times
looking out for our downfall. The people everywhere
would rejoice, or fancy that they would rejoice, at our
destruction ; and numbers are not wanting who would
promote it by all means in their power. Our ruin, if
it be ever commenced, will probably be rapid and
sudden. There is, perhaps, no other power on earth,
judging from the superficial nature of our tenure, be-
tween whose highest elevation and utter annihilation
the interval would be so short. "Aut Caesar aut nullus."
From the pinnacle to the abyss might be but one
step. The fidelity of our native army, on which our
existence depends, depends itself on our continued
success. Its courage and confidence must be fed by
victory, and would not survive repeated defeats and
disaster. These sentiments are not new. They are
applicable to all times in our Indian history, since our
power became predominant. They lie dormant, per-
haps, in days of peace and apparent security ; but the
slightest disaster rouses them into active sensibility..
---Lord Metcalfe.

EXPERIENCE 3 OF A JtrNion.---We had the usual
kind of juniors in the office, when I was a junior.
We had young O'Killamollybore, nephew of the mem-
ber, and son of the extensive Irish proprietor who had
killed the other extensive Irish proprietor in the fa-
mous duel arising out of the famous quarrel at the
famous assembly about dancing with the famous
Beauty—with the whole particulars of which events,
mankind was acquainted. O'Killamollybore repre-
sented himself to have been educated at every seat of
learning in the empire—and I dare say had been ; but
he had not come out of the ordeal, in an orthographi-
cal point of view, with the efficiency that might have
been expected. He also represented himself as a great
artist, and used to put such capital imitations of the
marks they make at the shops, on the backs of his
pencil-drawings, that they had all the appearance of
having been purchased. We had Young Percival
Fitz-Legionite, of the great Fitz-Legionite family,
who "took the quarterly pocket-money," as he told
us, for the sake of having something to do (he never
did it,) and who went to all the parties in the morning
papers, and used to be always opening soda-water all
over the desks. We had Meltonbury, another nob
and our great light, who had been in the crack regi-
ment, and had betted and sold out, and had got his
mother, old Lady Meltonbury, to "stump up," on con-
dition of his coming into our office, and playing at
hockey with the coals. We had Scrivens (just of age),
who dressed at the Prince Regent ; and we had Baber,
who represented the Turf in our department, and made
a book, and wore a speckled blue cravat and top-boots.
Finally, we had one extra clerk at five shillings a day,
who had three children and did all the work, and was
much looked.down upon by the messengers. As to
our ways of getting through the time, we used to stand
before the fire, warming ourselves behind, until we
made ourselves faint ; and we used to read the papers ;
and, in hot weather, we used to make lemonade and
drink it. We used to yawn a good deal and ring
the bell a good deal, and chat and lounge a good
deal, and go out a good deal, and come back a
little. We used to compare notes as to the
precious slavery it was, and as to the salary not
being enough for bread and cheese, and as to the man-
ner in which we were screwed by the public—and we
used to take our revenge on the public by keeping it
waiting and giving it short answers, whenever it came
into our office.—Household Words.

THE LA.I3OURS OF FRIVOLITY.---My mother had
need of violent emotions ; and though her life had been
steeped in them, they had never been enough to satisfy