Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-08-05
PLEASANT PARAGRAPHS.

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ment does more; encouragement after CEN
sure is as the sun after a shower.
A RAINY DAY JoKE.-"Come in out of
the we.," as the shark said when he swal-
lowed the little negro boy!
4 Dutch woman desired to advertise her
pony, which had alost hisself, nit d tail
trisky yer mooch, and strike very hard nit
his hind fsts!''
Spurgeon sometimes comes out with a
good thing: Brethren" said he, "if God
had referred the Ark to 4 Committee on
Naval Affairs, it's my opinion it wouldn't
have been built yet"
YoUNG LADY.-"Gramma, shall | read
you this account in the paper of that fight
about that Lecompton Bll!"
OH LADy.-"No, no, darling; read
something else, don't want to her any
more about those Pugilists.''
l compare the art of spreading runners to
the art of pIn-making. There is usually
some truth, which / call wire; as this pass
es from hand to hand, one gives it polish,
another point; others make and put on
the head and at last the pin is completed.
-Isuton.
When first we did to maidens kneel,
Their hearts alone they cased in steel.
But more caution they display,
And wear steel arn,or all the way.
A young lady who is we'll posted in ali
IL. Etor,,ura IF bo do,, ou0fa-
Byron and Tom Moore, and works blue
TITLED dogs in sky-colored convulsions to
perfection, innocently inquired of young
gentleman the other mig who this Mr.. Le-
compton was wi had occasioned 80 much
trouble at Washington.
A reporter in Western paper, who was
pre- sent at a meeting, says: "Didn't hear
Morton's speech. While he was speaking
poor, forsaken-l looking wretch was trying
to get me to give him a dime to buy drink
with Told him was a newspaper reporter,
when his eyes sank Immediately with
shame, and he assured me the first dime
he got he would divide with me-"
EPIrAPH ON WOMAN STRUCK BY LIGHTNING.
She died of thunder sent from heaven
In lT77.
"NARY PLAcE."-Tell me-, ye winged
winds, that round my pathway roar, do ye
not know some quiet spot, where hoops are
worn no more, Some lone and silent dell,
some island or sumo cave, where wome n
can walk three abreast along the village
pave! The loud wind hissed around my
face, and answered "nary place."
Look here: YOU must allow that woman
ought, as much as in her lies, to make this
world quite paradise, seeing that she lost
us the original garden. We talk as philos-
ophers, and when all is said and done about
what we owe to woman, yot must allow
that we have swinging balance againsr
her. There's that little matter of the sp-
pic still to be settled for.-Douolds Jerrold.
LAWS OF THE RoAp.-There are some
very pretty but unhuppily ill-hred women.
who don't understand the laws of the road
with regard to handsome faces. Nature
and custom would, no doubt. agree in con-
ceding to all males the right of at least
two distinct looks az every eomely femsle
countenaIice. without an infrsctiou Of the
rules Of courtesy or the sentiment Of res
pect. The first look is necessary to define
.he person of the individual one meets SO
as to avoid in passing. ANY unusual at
traction discovered in a frs, glance is a
sufficient apology for a second-not pro-
Icnged and impertinent stare, but an appre-
ciating homage Of the eyes, such 81 strsn-.
ger may inoffensively yield to passing
image. II is astonishing how moreldly
sensitive some vulgar beauties are TO the
slightest DEMONSTRATION o. this kind. When
a lady walks the streets, she leaves her viz
tucus Indignation coun,enancc at homes
she knows well enough that the street is a
picture gallery, where pretty faces framed
in pretty bonnets are meant TO be seen,
and everybody has right to see them.->
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