The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-06-14

STARTLING 1OAST.-N Ould0-Juo |
morning star of intangible day star
of manhood-the evening star of age.
Bless our stars.
"What flower of beauty shall | mar
ry?" asked a negro spendthrift of his
master; to which the governor replied
with grim smile, "Mari-gold."
"You would not take me for TWEEN
typ" said a nice girl to her partner
while dancing, a few evenings ago;
'What would you take me for?" "For
better or for worse, replied he.
Many husband and father, who
would kill fellow man for decorating
the feelings of his family, lacerates
them himself more than all the world
besides.
81 wish, said a young man of
Paris, & that my sweetheart shall con-
tinue in herself the three fine seasons
of the year-spring, summer and au-
t.annzz-hut as for the frosts, | don't
shall be a swallow.
A celebrated writer says No wo-
man can be lady who can wound or
mortify another. No matter how
beautiful, how refined, or how cult
waited she may be, she is, in reality,
coarse, and the innate vulgarity of her
nature manifests itself here. Uni
formly kind, courteous and polite
treatment of all persons, is one mark
of true woman, ie4s...
In Adrian, a lady observing build
ing with steeple, asked her gentle
man attendant: What church is
that?" The gentleman, after reading
the sign, "Deiuge No. 81 replied: Il
guess it must be the Third Baptist I"
The other night at one of the hotels
in this city a convivially disposed gen
tleman, retiring late, walked indie
pendently and somewhat noisily up
the stairs and along the corridor to his
room. Why. what noise you
make" said his wife, who heard with
some anxiety the heavy tread of his
boots. how heavy you walk" We'll,
my dear, was the gruff response, 8 if
you can get a barrel of whisky up
stairs with any less noise, [ should
like to see you do it.
THE TRAY FOR Low.-Some boys
were playing cards recently in hay
NOW in the country, during terrible
storm of wind, rain and thunder
When the war of the elements was al
its height, tree near the old barn
was struck by lightning, and at the
same moment severe blast of WIND
upset the upper story of the barn and
tumbled the card players to the bot
tom. amid a perfect wreck of boards
beams and rafters The first thing
that was heard above the din of the
tempest was the voice of one of the
boys as he crawled out of the debris
holding fast to the cards, remember
BOYS. | played the tray for low" Tha
chap will be lieutenant general five
ever have another war.-Richmo,o
Telegram.
ZINE WRITING. We take the
following spicy extract on " fine writ
ing" from the Xenia T5rchlight
There is much truth in it;
You must quit fine writing" earl!
if your ambition is to produce any
thing acceptable to refined taste. Stril
YOUR thoughts as naked as ever the.
were born, if you wish them to fgh
we'll in the world Go as direct tt
your theme as a streak of lightning
Ride right down upon it like charg
ing cavalryman. Fill your words u
with thought so that they will weigl
seventeen or eighteen pounds apiece
Weigh each word and seeif 1t come
up to that standard before you say il
= Nobody wants your words. You
thoughts own-everybody is in
terested in. What do you think
say-and quit your froth and fustiar
We desire no more " fine writing.
9 John S. G. Abbott, for instance, Ia
furnished enough to last to the end q