Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-06-03
THE DAY BOOK.
THURSDAY MORNING, June 8, 1869.
PROVERBS.


One them runs, by the road of
by-and-by one arrives at the
town of Never There is much
richness and beauty in the Ital
ian proverbs, Time and patience
change the mulberry leaf into
SATIN but many others allu-
ding to vengeance are terribly
significant. The proverbs of
Africa partake largely Of the
physical aspect and moral
characteristics of the country.
We say of a lucky person, HE
was born with a silver spoon in
his mouth On the Nile it is,
Throw him into the river and
he will come up with a fish in
his MOUTH "A small datestone
is large enough to prop up a
large water jar; 'The corn
passes from hand to hand, but
it comes to the mill at last
What can I think of thy good
qualities, o onion since every
bite draws tears p 'The beetle
is a beauty in the eyes Of its
MOTHER Say good-morning
to the bean. seller, not to the
druggist meaning that it is
better to be poor and well than
rich and i'll; "A husband be,
tween two parrots is like a head
beaten with two sticks 'The
camel has his own opinion and
the camel-driver has his are
all African.
The Egyptian says When
crows are the guides of a peo-,
pie they lead the~carcass to the
dogs 'The merit belongs to
the beginner, should his success
sor do even better Turning
to the Western negroes we
find: 'The sun Is. the king of
torches IF nothing touches
the palm leaves they do not
rustle;' mo one gives cat to
a hyena to keep 'The Loop
ard is absent, so they play with
her cubs;' 1.-THE parasite has
no root; 1.-TWO crocodiles can
not live in one hole;' DO not
curse the crocodile's mother
before you cross the river =
Human blood is heavy, the
man that has shed it cannot
run away 'The frog enjoys
itself in water, but not in hot
water sThe razor cannot
shave ITSELF Were it not for
fingers the hand would be
| spoon.
The Welsh have: IF thou
wouldst have praise, die;' by
the side Of sickness health be-
comes sweet He ise pt alto
gether bad who maketh
another BETTER No man is
good unless others are made
better by him. IF every fool
wore a crown we should all be
kings
Ireland is not rich in pro-
verbs. but this one is charac-
teristic, Don't throw out your
dirty water till you have got in
your clane.' Many proverbs
are strictly local, as of a lazy
man, He is as idle as London S
dogs that leaned against the
wall to barks,' of one with no
taste for music, He is like Mat
Davies bull that tossed the
fiddler into the tree.
M. Frere-Orban, a French
diplomatist, came by his double
name thus; AS he was about
to pass his examination for the
bar he met the heiress Of one of
the most important commercial
houses of Brussels, with whom
he fell in love. M. Orban, the
father, rejected his proposal of
marriage in a somewhat peremp
tory manner. The young la
| dy, however, was not to be so
easily disposed of: You are
to pass. your examination to-
day; if you succeed 2 ONE to our
box at the opera tonight, and
in a month we shall be mar
ried. But your father p
Leave him to me. That eve
ming a favorite singer attracted
all the bourgeoisie of Brussels to
the opera-the house was cram
med. The door of M. Orban S
box opened; M. Frere appeared
on the threshold. Mademoi-
selle rose, and before the whole
house kissed the newly-fedged
| barrister, That day month he
married the heiress, and hence
| forth took her name, and thus
became M. Frere-Orban.