The weekly Placer herald., 1854-03-11

How TIM DoNAHUGH PROVIDED FOR
CuRIsrMAs.-At the Lambeth Court on
Wednesday, Tim Donahugh, comic 1T
tie specimen of humanity, presented TO
Mr.. Shields, the chief usher, printed
form given by pawnbrokers for lost du-
plicates. requesting that officer would he
so good as to take his declaration as to
the loss of the original duplicate, ana get
it signed by the magistrate.
Mr.. Shields observing that the articles
pledged were described to he tour nan
sovereigns and IA purse, remarked on the
sngularity of pledging money, ana asSed
the applicant how he came to 40 so!
"Be my soul, sir" said I'm, "theh ~,
tell you. On Saturday night, or should
say on Christmas eve, found myself win
four half,Soverins in one purse, ana SIS
to myself, Tim, me boy, if ye keep this
money, ye'll get drunk on ChrIsmas day'
and spind all this money, and ye had bet
ter put it in the pawn-shop and save IT;
so faix, after good struggle with myself,
| did 90 to the pawn-shop and got los.
on the four half-soverlns and the purse
On Christmas day, sure enough, got
drunk, and lost the ta,k ket; but first thing
on Monday mornin | wint to the pawn
shop and stopped my money, and yester-
day got that paper, and no" want 10
take me money out"
Mr.. Shields: Well, Isuppose you man
aged to get rid of the los. on Christmas
dav' Tim: Be dad, did.
Mr.. Shields: And would have managed
to have got rid of little more IT you had
kept your purse and the half-sovereigns.
Tim: BE gorrow, you are right, sir,
should.
Mr. Shields: I hen | think you have
acted very properly, and | only wish
that your countrymen generally acted with
your prudence.
The document was signed by MIR. Ell
lott, and Tim, who seemed much tlatter-
ed at the compliment paid to him by the
Chief Usher, left the court to possess
himself of his treasure.--London paper.
Marshall ViIlars had a house porter,
who was an enormous eater.
"Franz," said he, one day "tell me how
many lons you could eat?"
"Ah! my lord, as for loins, not many:
FIVE or six at most"
And how many legs of mutton!"
"Ah! as for legs of mutton, not many:
seven or eight, perhaps"
"And fatted pullets?"
"Ah! as for puIlet>, my lord, not many;
not more than Dozen"
"And pigeons:"
"Ah as for pigeons, not many; perhaps
forty, fifty at most-according to Appetite
"And Iarks?"
"Ah as for that, my lord-little larks-
forever, my lord-forever.
Here is a beautiful sentiment from the
pen of Coleridge. Nothing can be more
quent-nothIng more true:
Call not man wretched who whatever
else he suffers, as a pain inflicted or plea
sure denied-has child on whom he
hopes and on whom he dotes. Poverty
may grind him to the dust, obscurty may
cast its dark mantle over him, his voice
may be unheeded by those among among
he dwells, and his face may be unknown
by his nelghbors; even pain may rack his
joints, and sleep fee from his pillow, but
he has gem with which he would not
depart for wealth defyng computations,
for fame filling a worlds ear, for the
highest power, for the sweetest sleep that
ever fell on mortal eye"
In sunderland, Mass, there Is an aSSO-
station Of young men, whose object is to
cultivate piece of land by the gratuitous
labor of its members, the avails from the
sale of the crop being appropriated to
various benevolent objects. Last year
they cultivated three and "A quarter acres
of broom corn, which yielded Sl35-Sl20
of which was given-to various benevolent
societies.
FEMALE GAMBL1NG.-T he Getty Items"
man of the New York Day Book entered
Questionable drinking temple" the other
evening, and found there in full use all
sorts of instruments for gambling, and
around them hoary- headed gamsters, hag
gard eyed losers, moustarhed young
prof igates, and gray beard votares of the
gamblers art, the sGuanderlng spend
thrift, and the grasping miser, the swlnd-
Ter and his unsuspecting victim, the
s'pigeon'' and the "rook;' and around
those fatal tables, engaged in games of
change or games Of skill, were to be seen
a number of females. Through the whole
extent Of this spacious saloon, women,
with TIE warm flush Of heating excite
ment upon their cheeks, were gliding
cards, rafting the dice-boX, and indeed,
the sanctuary seemed consecrated to the
rites of sisterhood of female gamblers,
who, reeking with fifth, and vice, and
infamv, nOurish and feed the sweeping