The Portland daily press., 1872-12-05
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THURSDAY MORNING, DEC. ). 1870
Gossip and Gleanings.

Gossip and Gleanings.
A European steamship is to be called the
Stanley.
The Epizootie-hence these steers.-Coa.-
rief-Journ0l.
Mr.. Froude is accredited with this remark
i have not made much mention of Irish
saints, my lecture being simply historical.
1t is said that iron is good tonic for de-
bllitated young ladies. That may be so, says
the World, but ironing is better one. a
Wagner, the composer OF the future, has
followed Mr.. Reaae's example, and menaces
musical critics with suits for libel.
A dog with two tails was seen in Taunton.
the other day. One belonged to an OK, and
was carried in the mouth of the canine.
The Louisville COurier-Jouraal ISLANDERS
Terre Haute swains by reporting that they
habitually indite sixty-four page love letters.
The Rev. Robert ColIyer says he would
like to see "every gin-mill chained in the
bottomless pit of he'll" SO should we; but
who's going to do it?
Oakley Hall, it is stated, will make his first
appearance at the criminal bar in the case of
King, Mr.. King, of course, being the gen.
tleman to occupy the box.
Getting tired-In speech the other day
Mr.. Gladstone declared that he had "arrived
at a time when desire for rest begins to
overpower every other sentiment"
Father Hyacinthe will publish the news
paper in which he will probably sink his wife's
fortune at Brussels, and call it La Republiquc
Evangelique.
Our visiting English lecturers are soon on
the sick list, with over work and over feast
ing without their accustomed walks. Mr.
sroude is the latest invalid of this class.
Cath says that Erred. Douglass comes
from the Eastern shore of Maryland, and has
good, oystery nature about him. He opens
up well.o
The Western papers complain that Ole
Bull has got to making his farewell tours''
once year, when formerly he made them
only once in five years.
& Miss Alexander, for ten years member
of Brigham Young's harem, since an actress,
is going to tell the public, from the lecturers
platform, what she knows about Mormon
ism.
Henry Ward Beecher, in sermon last
Sunday spoke in feeling terms of Grecley's
death, attributing it to broken heart. He
eulogized his ch aracter and labors, and dwet
on the good that he had accomplished.
Stanley, it is said, ran from 200c Scotch
girls who wanted to kiss him. He hasn't en-
countered death in a thousand shapes with
out being somewhat familiar with it. what
ever the guise it chooses to assume. And he
says he objects to losing his scalp even if ii
is to be lifted with the aid of pair of shears.
The St. Louis Globe says: Remember
the poor, and, when you have your coal
thrown into the cellar, leave few nubbns
Oh the sidewalk for the gatherers. Conscience
will, rd f,, A.
will drink to your health when he trades of
his load for glass of beer"
The Western journals are insisting that the
name OF the funny man on the Danb ury
Neus is Riley. On the contrary
he was born Riley and has CON
tinued so ever since, notwithstanding the
leap-years that have passed over his head.
He is as ''clear" and sparkling as mountain
rill. with nothing "Riley'' about him.
A Charlestown schoolboy wrote the follow
ing affecting composition on the fire
''The saddest thing that kno abowt the fie
was bilding that they were going to blow
up. And they 70 rgot that their was some lit
tie cash-bois in the blding. And when il
was blown up they looked up and their wa
six little casf-bois ia the air.
A small Peoria mandatory recently
"closed for REPAIRS" and the report wen
abroad that the establishment had busted
This wouldn't do. So they pnt tanning
mill in the front part of the shop, and the
got a man to turn that tanning mill from
morning till night, and the noise of that fan
ming mill sounded so much like business as t.
keep the dreaded creditors from the door,
The night is calm, the sky is clear;
The birds silent, and the flowers
Fresh with the heavy summer dew.
Dream out the solitary hours.
Then, still be every whisper, lest
The sleep of any living thing
Be broken, for in every breast
Some little world is habi,ing.
The lark dreams of the coming light
And sings and scars in the pure air.
The flowers iuternret their de ivht