The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-06-28
SENTIMENT AND FUN.
:" A little nonsense, now and then,
Is relished by the Wisest men.
Faeetia.

E&NOSAaOs
Iracible old GENT Waiterl this
plate is quite coldr' Waiter" Yes,
sir; but the chop is 'ot, sir, which [
think you'll find it'll warm up the
plate nicely, sir!''-Punch.
Under the head of {" Oil lands, dog
cheap, the Titusville Club, new
paper, says: fs A
It is fact that the interests on the
Mckinney farm, near Pithole City,
was sold last week for the considera-
ton of bull pup" and one hundred
dollars in Oil City money.
Sir Walter Scott, walking once
with Lady Scott, saw some lambs and
remarked on their beauty. " Yes, !"
said the wife, lambs are beautiful
boiled"' We read that Mrs. Words.
worth was once walking In a grove
and heard a farmers wife soliloquiz
ing, Oh, my. do love stockdoves, =
The heart of the poets wife yearned
towards that Amaryllis, But, con-
tinued the old woman, there. be's
some what likes EN- in a pie; but for
my part there's nothing like EN-
.stewed in onions' Horace Smith
tells of city miss who accosted a
keeper of sheep in the fields, as she
glowed with desire for an Arcadian
concert, ''Oh, gentles hepherd, prithee
tell me where's your piper to which
the man replied, I left it to hum,
miss cause hain't got no bacey.
Old Boge was a misery old fellow
who had accumulated great wealth by
| liye-long peVishness. But even mis-
ers have to die some time, and Boge
was at length called on to pay that
debt which all must pay, and which
is paid as easily by the man that has
not a cent as by the possessor of nil
lions
Old Boge was sick unto death, find
ing partial reeompense in his suffer
ings from the reflection that as he
could not eat anything something was
being saved His physician told him
that his end was rapidly approaching,
and as he felt within himself that his
end was rapidly approaching, il
was evident to Old Boge that he
must meet his end very soon. +" How
long have | to liye? asked Old BOge
in faint voice.
"Only half an hour" said the
physician, taking out his watch in {
business manner, and added, is there
any one you would like to send for-f
clergyman for instance?"
Old Bogue unused in a lethargit
way for moment, then started up al
with sudden thought, raised hi
feeble hand and felt of his emaciateC
chin, upon which two weeks growth
of gray and stubbed beard had grown
then whispered hurriedly, quick
bring me-a barber"
The barber came with his kit, anC
| Old Boge said, in a voice that wa
rapidly growing weak:
n " You-eharge-ten cents-to shaw
live men?"
Yes, that is our price" replie'
the barber.
"Whatmyou charge-tO shave
dead menu"
Zone dollars" said the barber
wapderin@ what he meant
Old Boge, nervOusly eyelng the waite
the doctor held in his hand. He wa
too weak to speak further, but tn
doctor interpreted Alright the questio
that was in his eyes.
Fifteen minutes, replied the doc
tor.
Old Bogue made a feeble motion a
with lather brush, and the barbe
was athis work in jiffy. He perform
ed his task with dispatch, and althoug
the sick man had several sinkin
spells of an alarming nature, yet h
bore up to the end When the la;
stroke of the razor was given. OIL
Boge whispered in tones of satisfac
ton: " That'll do-ninety,- = cents
sGued: :" and Immediately expired.