The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1845-10-14 00:00:00

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VARIETIES.

He wants the best taste and the best sense a man can
have who is cold to the beauty of holiness.

It is generahy the fate of a double dealer to lose his
friends and keep his enemies.
Flattery is like the smoke of the incense—it defiles the
object it pretends to adore.
Free thinking does not always mean thinking freely ; it
is more commonly being free from thinking.
Adversity does not take from us our true friends ; it
only disperses those who pretend to be such.
The word daisy is a thousand times pronounced with-
out our adverting to the beauty of the etymology—" the
eye of day."
A proctor at Magdalen College asked a commoner why
his old stockings were like dead men; and on his "giving
it up," answered, " Because they are men-ded."

HATRED AND PlTY.—There is this difference between
hatred and pity—pity is a thing often avowed, seldom felt ;
hatred is a thing often felt, seldom avowed.
" You didn't go to Cork to-day Paddy." " Och, no,"
said Paddy ; " I heard a gentleman say there would be
an eclipse of the moon here to-day, and I stayed to see
it."

A STUDENT'S PIIIVILEGE.—TiII lately, the students of
Pisa, on the day of San Martino, had the privilege to
catch a Jew, weigh him, and demand as many pounds of
sugar plumbs as he weighed.
MUSICAL BATTLE.—FoIard tells us that in a battle
fought between the Spaniards and Portuguese,:there were
found on the field of battle, after the action, not less than
fourteen thousand guitars.
SIMPLICITY.—Huet, when turned of eighty, had his
life saved by his servant, who, seeing him fall down in a
fit of apoplexy, bled him instantly. The philosopher left
his valet a legacy in his will, on condition that he did so
no more !

A country gentleman who had taken some pains to in-
struct the rustic inhabitants in the proper signs of respect
due to him, being lately on a horse somewhat given to
shy, and observing a lad walking before him, called out,
" Boy, don't take off your hat !" The youth, turning
his head, very innocently replied, " I worn't a goin', sir."
BOHEMIAN MORALITY !—lt is not generally known,
perhaps, that in the villages and towns of Bohemia, peo-
ple of both sexes sleep unconcernedly in the same room,
whether it be a large saloon or the smallest chamber. I
mentioned the custom to a German friend with some ex-
pressions of surprise. " Why should it not be so ?" was
his reply. " Have we not myriads of priests, and con-
fessionals in superabundance ? How should the former be
paid and the latter filled, if there was not a great deal to
confess and much to absolve? Could our numerous
clergy look so cheerful with less sin and repentance ?"
The words were somewhat harsh, but I must confess that
I have oftener than once heard the clergy of Bohemia
openly accused of being the originators of this national but
unseemly custom.—Hood's Magazine.
A DISAGREEABLE PILLOW COMPANION.—WhiIe our
people were loading the beasts the following morning, I
had laid down on cushions, upon a carpet, under the
shade of an old tree, till my dromedary should be brought.
When I rose I heard a hissing noise behind me, and turn-
ing round, perceived a large serpent, black as jet, still
half-concealed in the hollow trunk of the tree, with its
head and the fore part of its body coiled up, resting on
my pillow, close to the place where my head had left an
impression. There is no doubt that the serpent, attracted
by the warmth and softness of my cushion, must have re-
mained a considerable time in this attitude quite near me,
and that my sudden rising disturbed it and caused its
angry hissing. It was about two or three inches thick,
and, as the natives affirmed, of the most venomous spe-
cies. Thus, we often escape dangers without having the
slightest notion of their existence.—Puckler Muskau's
Egypt.
RECOVERY OF DEBTS AMONG THE INHABITANTS OF
CEYLON.—They hate (says Knox) an odd usage among
them to recover their debts, which is this : they will
sometimes go to the house of their debtor, with the
leaves of neiingala, a certain plant which is rank poison,
and threaten him that they will eat that poison and de-
stroy themselves unless he will pay them what he owes.
The debtor is much afraid of this, and rather than the
other should poison himself, will sometimes sell a child to
pay the debt; not that the one is tender of the life of the
other, but out of care of himself, for if the person dies of
the poison, the other for whose sake the man poisoned
himself, must pay a ransom for his life. By this means,
also, they will sometimes threaten to revenge themselves
of those with whom they have any contest, and do it too.
And, upon the same intent, they will also jump down
some steep place, or hang, or make away with them-
selves, that so they might bring their adversary to great
damage.

A CURE FOR TOOTH-ACHE.--A servant came to say
that her ladyship wished to see me. On going into her
bedroom, which, as usual, was but faintly lighted, I ran
my head against a long packthread, which crossed from
the wall, where it was tied, to her bed, and was held in
her hand. " Take care, doctor," said she, " these stupid
beasts can't understand what I want ; but you must help
me. I want to pull out a tooth. I have tied a string to
it, and to the wall; and you, with a stick or something,
must give it a good blow, so as to jerk my tooth out."
Knowing her disposition, I said, " Very well," and that
I would do as she wished. " But, if you like," added I,
" to have it extracted secundum artem, I fancy 1 can do
it for you." " Oh! doctor, have you nerve enough? and
besides I don't like those crooked instruments ; but, how-
ever, go and get them." I had seen in the medicine
chest a dentist's instrument, and, returning with it, I
performed the 3peration, with the result of which she
was so much pleased that she insisted upon having an-
other tooth out. The relief was so instantaneous, that
the second tooth was no sooner gone than she commenced
talking as usual.—Memoirs of Lady Hester Stanhope.
ESTIMATE OF SIR ROBERT PEEL'S POLICY BY INTEL-
LIGENT ROMANISTS.—Let no one suppose that the in-
telligent portion of the Roman Catholics do not estimate
at its just value the policy which would fain win their con-
fidence by conferring favours upon their church. They
regard it simply as an acknowledgment of their power, and
a proclamation of the indifference of the minister to all
religions. The creed that was persecuted when they were
few, and of no political importance, is, they see, favoured,
now that they have acquired station and influence in the
empire ; and they will use the favours thus conferred with
a resolute determination that they shall not divert them
from the prosecution of any of their cherished objects.
We are ourselves acquainted with an instance in which a
Roman Catholic lady, having been congratulated by a
friend upon the great advantages conferred upon her
church by the British minister, observed, that she did not
see that any great thanks were due to him for his favours ;
that she could not regard them as anything but tardy and
imperfect justice; that if he acknowledged her creed to
be the true one, what was done was too little; if not, it
was too much. We confess that we were much struck
by this little incident, and could not help regarding it at
the time as a very striking illustration of the manner in
which the new measures will be received by the intelli-
gent Romanists in Ireland.—Dublin University Mag.
AN AUSTRALIAN'S NOTION OF HIS STATE AFTER
DEATH.—Mr. Moorhouse, who has taken great pains in
his inquiries among the natives around Adelaide upon
questions of this nature, states that they believe in a
soul or spirit (ilpitukutyal, separate and distinct
altogether from the body, which at death goes to the
west, to a large pit, where the souls of all men go.
When all are dead, the souls will return to their former
place of resi6nce, go to the graves of their forsaken
bodies, and enquire, " Are these the bodies that we
formerly inhabited ?" The bodies will reply, "We are
not dead, but will living." Tile souls and bodies will not
be re-united ; the former will live in trees during the day,
and at night alight on the ground, and eat grubs, lizards,
frogs, and kangaroo rats, but not vegetable food of any
description. The souls are never again to die, but will
remain about the size of a boy eight years old. The
most singular belief (said also to be general) is, that
white people in Australia are the souls and bodies of the
black natives, who have risen from the dead, and re-
turned to re-visit the scenes and persons familiar to them
in the former state of being. But the aborigines are
quite astonished that the new comers do not seem to
recognise either the scenes or the persons—not know
ethheayngleivmedusatnedffedciteda.n
eTnitiierye
osbulpivpioosne,ofhofowremveerr,
even their parents or their children—or the places where
ththinagtst.—he
, Eyre's Journal.

THE FUNERAL SERVICE IN THE DIN OF LONDON.—
The ceremony went on, the solemn sentences tuned with
the music of eternal hopes, fitfully heard through cries of
" chairs to mend," and " live mackarel." The awful
voice of Death seemed scoffed, derided, by the reckless
bully, Life. The prayer that embalmed poor human
dust for the judgment, seemed as measured gibberish
that could never have a meaning for. those who hurried
to and fro, as though immortality dwelt i❑ their sinews.
And that staid and serious-looking man, with upturned
eyes and sonorous voice, clad in a robe of white, and
holding an opened book,—why, what was he? Surely,
he was playing some strange part in a piece of business
in which business men could have no interest. The ce-
remony is not concluded, and now comes an adventurous
trader with a dromedary and a monkey on its back, the
well-taught pug, with "doffed feathered cap, sagaciously
soliciting halfpence. And there, opposite the church-
yard, the prayer of the priest coming brokenly to his ears,
is a tradesman smiling at his counter, ringing the coin,
and hardly snuffing the Golgotha at his door, asking what
article he next shall have the happiness to show. And
thus in London highways do Death and Life shoulder
each other. And Life heeds not the foul, impertinent
warning; but at the worst thinks Death, when so very
near, a nuisance : it is made by familiarity a nasty, vul-
gar, unhealthy thing ; it is too close a neighbour to be-
come a aoleranity.—Douglas Jerrold's Magazine.