New Orleans daily crescent., 1866-11-12


the Legends Of New England town of two worthy
old s-sisters-ia-law we believe they we're
who We're quite inseparable; indeed, it was
standing joke in the town that if Aunt Sarah
should go to heaven, her first inquiry would be-
when safe inside the gates, &" Is Sister Chaplin
here"' The old ladies had many tastes in com
mon; among them was somewhat singular one
passionate desire to attend all the funerals round
about
One morning they heard a report thatMr. Sharp
the minister in a neghborng town, had died. Tie
hour TOR the funeral service was not mentioned ::
but Judging that it would occur on the second day
Aunt Sarah and Sister Chaplin, each arrayed in a
new black silk apron, as being emnentiy appro
pirate f0r funeral wear, set forth at sunrise-de
termlned, at all events, to be in time Aunt
Sarah being, the proprietress of a " one horse
shay "a rckety concern, drawn bv law old
mare-had called for Sister Chaplin, and by dnt
OF much persuasion of the obstinate beast the
pair by nine o'clock reached the borders Of the
town where the minister resided.
Al this point they met Mr.. Sharp's hired man
driving yoke of cattle. The old ladies drew up,
and SISTER Chaplin, as spokesman, inquired what
hour had been appointed for Mr.. Sharp's funeral
Why, bless yer soul, Miss Chaplin, the minis
ter amt ded yet! Shouldn't be surprised if he
held ont III fall; be's got the wear in him, the old
man has"
Aunt Sarah drew up the reins with an air of
resignation, as if to go rounl. Suddenly she
dropped them I" Sister Chaplin Sister Chaplin!
do ask the creature if lie don't know of funeral
that we can go tor
NECK TWISTING IN CHURCH-A rood story is
tod OF an eccentric old parsOn, who was sorely
annoyed by habit his people had acquired (and
which prevails, by the way III other churches,
even now and hereabOut, to some eXtent) of twist
ing their neCks around every time ANYBODY entered
the door and passed up the aisle Of the meeting
house, to see what manner of person it might be.
Ne2ued with the annoyance, the old man one
Sunday exclaimed:
Brethren, if you will only cease turning your
head TOUn1 yVhpDayar be
your attention on me, will promise to tell YOU
as preach, who it is that comes ln.''
Accordingly he went on with the sermon, and
presently made stop as one of the deacons en-
tered, saying:
That is Deacon -, who keeps the grocery
opposite"
And thus he announced in turn the advent of
each individual, proceeding the while with his ser
mon as composedly as the circumstances would
admit, when at last stranger came in, and he
cried out
A little man in green spectacles and drab over
coat; don't know him; you can all turn round and
look for yourselves this time.n
1t is hardly necessary to add that the good man
carried his point, and there was but little neck
twisting seen his congregation after that day.
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Nor IN TAR R1vER.-The following good one"
was told in our hearing the other day, and whether
ever published or not is worth repeating
a certain Georgia countryman not having been
splendldly educated, and who was very successful
aS " inoheg MAKER was determined 10 send his
son OIL, for refinement and culture, TO the good
4" Old North State" When the young man arrived
at the destined point, the president Of the institu
tl0n wanted to know what line of studies he would
pursue, and failing to elicit the information from
the boy, inquired Of the old man by letter, as fol
lows:
Ny Dear Str-Your son has arrived. What
branch shall put him?
:" Respectfully, -"
This was poser, and bothered the Z" old gent "
nightly. In his musings he could arrive at
nothing satisfactory but was suddenly reminded
OF MS sons impending danger, and of doing some
thlng speedily to save him. After rumaging :"
awhile for pen, ink and paper, he produced the
following demOralized effuson:
" iSH-lf the boy must go into a branch select
one yourself; but, for his mothers sake don't put
him in Tar river ',-[Soathern Georgian.
The New York Worlds Paris correspondent
says the Paris Rothschild not long since arranged
with Maurice Strakosch that Patti should sing at
the bankers palace, and it was agreed that she
should be paid $1,000 tOr singing two selections.
Her performance was loudly praised by the
guests.
Baron said the ladies, won't Mile Patti
sing again?"
Certainly" said the banker, Monsieur strak-
osch, Miss Patti will repeat"
The same ~ said Maurice Snakosch, "the
same all round ~
The Baron not observing the feel of money in
Maurce's eyes, answered, Yes the same, mean
ing the music.
Ia consequence, Patti sung like lightning; the
whole room rocked with her melody it was
wonderful joy. But next day, Maurice Strakosch
sent in bill to the R1thscbid atthe rate of ten
thousand francs for every two chansons. The
banker paid it. but it cured him of his infatuation,
and he goes no longer to see Patti
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When Judge -, a member of Congress from