The Stourbridge Observer, Cradley Heath, Halesowen & District Chronicle.
Stourbridge, West Midlands, England, 1880-10-23 00:00:00

MEMORIAL TO THE LATE LADY
WALDEGRAVE.

A beautifully sculptured tablet has just been erected in
the south chapel of the church at Chewton Mendip, by Lord
Carliagford, to the memory of his late wife Frances,
Countess Walderave. On the upper part of the panel of
dove marble appears a medallion composed of statuary
marble of her ladyship, singularly lifelike in expression,
immediately below which is engraved the following inscrip-
tion :

"Sacred to the momory of Frances Countess Walde-
grave, danghtor of Mr. John Braham, died in London,
July 5, 1879. She married first John James H.
Waldegrave, Esq., of Nasestock, in the county of
Essex ; secondly, George Edward, seventh Earl
Waldegrave ; thirdly, George G. Vernon Harcourt,
Esq., M.P., of Nuneham-park ; fourthly, Chichester
S. P. Fortescue, Esq., M.P., afterwards Lord Caning-
ford. Her brilliant gifts, her noble and beautiful cha-
racter, made her the centre of a wide and worthy influ-
ence, and attracted to her an extraordinary amount of
friendship and affection. Owner fcr many years of the
Waldegrave estates, in the county of Somerset and
elsewhere, she made herself a !much-loved home at
Chewton Priory, in this parish, with him who inscribes
on these walls her dear and honoured name. The words
which, kneeling here, she bet loved to use were those
of the Thanksgiving'Almighty God, Father of all,
mercies, we, Thine unworthy servants, do give Thee
most humble and hearty thanks for all Thy goodness
and loving kindness to us and to all men.' Her body
rests, as she desired, in this churchyard. This memo-
rial is placed here by Chichester, Lord Carlingford,
the record of a great happiness and a great sorrow,
and-a token-of unspeakable gratitude and love. For
where your treasure is there will your heart be
also.'"

CUTTINGS FROM AMERICAN PAPERS.
•
A sportsman in Richmond, Virginia, mistook- the
red turban of a coloured lady, which he saw moving about
through the branches, for a large robin, and lodged a charge
of shot in it. The supposed robin promptly retaliated with
a brick.
An old farmer said to his Sons: "Boys, don't you
ever spekerlate or wait for somethin' to turn up, You
might as well go sit down on a stone in the middle of a
medder with a pail 'twixt your legs and wait for a cow to
back up to you to be milked."
The proprietor of a building site in Wisconsin
advertises his land for sale in this wise :—" The town of
Poggis and surrounding country is the most beautiful which
nature ever made. The scenery is celestial--divine; also
two waggons to sell, and a yoke of steers."
Josh Billings says, "All that I kno about good-or
baa luk iz this—Our good luk we attribit to our shrewdness;
our bad ink we charge over to someboddy's else account."
Church-workers in New England, however humble,
certainly obtain due appreciation from their clergy, for a
certain Yankee minister, when lately holding a farewell
service, warmly evoked the Divine blessing upon everyone
connected with the Church, and finally interceded for "the
one who, although hidden from sight, yet contributes so
much to the musical part of our worship," ending, "I mean
the boy who blows the organ."
A young negro bootblack observed a neighbour por-
ing wisely over a newspaper, whereupon he addressed him
thus—" .Julius, what are you looking at that paper for?
You don't read." "Go away," cried the other, indignantly,
" guess I can read, l's big enuff for that." "Big enuff !"
retorted the other, scornfully, " dat aint nuffin.' A cow's
big enuff to catch mice, but she can't."

Mr. Jones, of Vermont, said on his dying bed that
he had never written a line that he eared to erase. The
whole State was proud of him till it was found out that he
could not even write his own name.

During the last political campaign in Michigan a
well-known lawyer of that state was addressing an audience
composed principally of farmers. In order to win the con-
fidence of his hearers, he said, "My friends, my sympathies
have always been with the tillers of the soil. My father was
a practical farmer, and so was my grandfather before him.
I was myself reared on a farm, and was, so to speak, born
between two stalks of corn." Here the speaker was rudely
interrupted by someone who exclaimed, "A. pumpkin, by
Jingo !"

A Philadelphia newspaper was shocked to find that
a statue ofsSilence recently unveiled in New York City, is the
figure of a woman—a figure of speech, in other words.

The duties and the labours of the newspaper editor
are seldom estimated at their full. The editor of a New
York paper has been disabusing a young aspirant on this
point. This young man wrote that lie wanted to become an
editor, and this was the reply he got :—" Canst thou draw up
a leviathan with a hook thou lettest down? Canst thou
hook up great ideas from the depths of thine intellect, and
clean, scale, and fry them at five minutes' notice? Canst
thou write editorials as they may be wanted to—measure?
Canst thou write an editorial to fit in a three-quarter column
of the paper, which shall have three inches of fine senti-
ment four inches from the beginning, nine inches of humour
in the middle, and an outburst of maxim and precept nine
and three-quarter inches long at the close ? "

"When I was travelling in Massachusetts some
twenty years ago," said a traveller, "I had a seat on the
omnibus with the driver, who, on stopping at the post-office,
saluted an ill-looking fellow standing upon the steps with
Good morning, Judge Sanders; I hope you're well, sir ! '
After leaving the office, I asked the driver if the man that
he had just spoken to *as really a judge. 'Certainly, sir,'
he replied; we had a cockfight here last week, and he was
made a judge on that occasion."