Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1871-10-31

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food" was the answer.
During a heavy shower a New Lon
doner noticed a poor fellow asleep on
the sidewalk, and soaked through. he
gently aroused and admonished him OF
his exposure. 60 away" said the in
ebriate, "go away, now, do. This shower
(hic) is doing me (hic) and the rest OF
the crops (hic) darned sight of good
(hic), l tell you"
A little Wilmington lad, eleven years
old, who was warm sympathizer with
the French cause in the recent war,
wrote to the Emperor Napoleon some
time ago, expressing deep sympathy Tor
him in his heavy misfortunes. A few
days ago, to the establishment OF every
one, an autograph letter was received
from the Emperor in reply. 1t thanked
him for the kind and generous sympathy
bestowed, and hoped that the lot in life
of his little friend would fall in more
quiet scenes and more peaceful times
than had fallen to the share of the EN-
peror of the French.
In France, when a man marrles a
woman with whom he has been living
without being married, the accepted de-
scription of the event is "regularizing
her position" During the year ending
August 3lst an unparalleled number oil
marriages of this class has occurred IN
Paris. In 1865 the ordinary mar
riages we're 60 per cent, while the reg
ularizations of the positions OF women
without children were 10, and with chit
dren 25; but this year only 40 mar
riages out OF 100 were normal. The
regularizations of positions" without
children rose TO "a, and with children to
IS. Whether these statistics show an in
crease or decline of morality, is a ques-
ton not to be lightly decided,
The London Court Circular relates
the following anecdote respecting a no.
BILE lady, who is young, beautiful and
good: During the army bill debate,
her noble husband, who is as proud and
fond of her as he should be, was just
about to rise and deliver violent at
tack upon something or somebody when
a telegram was put into his hands. he
read it, turned pale, and quilted the
house; called cab, drove to the Char
ing-cross station and went to Dover, and
was no more heard of until the next day,
when he returned to his own home, and
to his first inquiry was told that the
countess was in her own room. He
fastened to her and terrific row en-
sued, the exact words of which no one
knows but themselves. At last, how
ever, he burst out; Then what did
you mean by your telegram Mean
what i said, of course. What are you
talking about" Read it for your
selr," returned the still unappeased hus-
band. She did read; / fee with Mr..
. to Dover straight. Pray for me-"
For a moment she was startled, but then
burst into a hearty fit of laughter.
More dreadful telegraph people. No
wonder you are out of your mind. |
telegraphed simply, / tea with Mrs. -
in Dover street. Stay for me. His
lordship was so savage at the laugh he
had raised against himself that he was
at first inclined to make a parliamentary
question of it, but, listening to more ju-.
dieious advice, refrained. 49,
The following specimen of New York
Ledger love is rather refreshing: Ruth
blushed and tried to escape from my
right arm, which stole gently around her
waist and held her. Yes, happy wife,
Ruth, said, my heart beating wildly;
and then your sister mentions me, does
she not9 Nay, my own dear, dear Ruth,
let me hold you for moment. | have
something more to whisper. 1t makes
my heart beat now to think how long
that supple, graceful form permitted my
loving embrace on that never to be for
gotten day. Every time Ruth tried to
quit my side found fresh reasons for
OBTAINING her Some new question would
occur to me, something that could only
be whispered in her ear. Let us think
and talk of moving grass and happy
lovers, Ruth. We have been too sad. 1t
is wrong to mourn always. Do you re-
member when we walked hand in hand
through the meadows at TokestonY i
shall never forget it, George. ] often
blame myself for letting my mind wan
der into sunny paths when it should be
sitting, silent and sad in the shadow,
Ruth replied, turning her dear face to-
ward me. Hooked into her dark dreamy
eyes. / noted the graceful curves in her
mouth. Her white teeth were whittier
than white against the contrast Of her
lips and her brown, glowing cheeks. How
soon the color had come back to her face
Youth will be youth. Sorrow lays its
hand upon the maiden; but youth, like
rosy god, smooths away the wrinkled
touch