The Portland daily press., 1872-12-04
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THE PR ESS.
WEDNESDAY MORNING, DEC. 4, ,7s.
Gossip and Gleanings.
Mr.. John Lothrop Motley intends return
ing to this country soon.
Walter Scott, charged with the murder OF
Oliver Cromwell, has just been acquitted by
a Pennington, Michigan, jury.
Agassiz, having thoroughly figured out the
matter, gives Lake Erie just eighteen thou
sand five hundred years to dry up.
A faithful minister prayed on thanksgiving
day for the absent members who were pros
trated on beds of sickness and chairs of we'll
ness.
George Sands proposition to establish Ma
sonic lodges for women does not meet with
the expected opposition from the male lodges,
so, in all probability, the project will fail.
The Charlotte, N. c., Observer says that
during the recent cold spell little girl was
walking along the street, half blubbering and
complaining that she had ''the headache in
her toes.'
The new Wall street brokers' anthem Is
quitegood ir'itsfirst FOUR lines: ''''.'
''Teach me counterfeit to know,
And bargains good to see,
For quarters I to others throw,
Show fifty cents to me-
That was very tender-hearted man who,
ON being told that his wife, who had left the
house only an hour before, was drowned, and
that her body was found mile or so below
said: '.Sbe must have foated down quite
livelyv
Mrs. Flirtington (coquettishly) - "Pm
afraid you are bored, Mr.. Amoret. You
would sooner be walking with some young
lady," Mr.. Amoret with native readiness
and gallantry)-"Oh, no, indeed, Mrs. Flirt-
ington, IL much prefer the older ones"
NIGHT.
How beautiful IL night!
dewy freshness fills the silent aire
30 mist obscures, nor cloud nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven;
In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine
Rolls Through the dark blue depths;
Beneath her steady ray
The desert circle spreads
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
-Southey.
A jubilant Wisconsin Republican wrote
two letters Immediately after election; one
to his son, consisting of the single word
"Hurrahp' and the other letter of condo
lence to a dear friend who had lost his wife.
In his excitement, he mixed the envelopes,
and the result can be imagined, when the
bereayed widower received the wrong let
ter.
People who are always complaining of theil
bad luck are generally those who have done
nothing to deserve any better. They dawdle
away years in the hope of making fortune
''some day." by single lucky stroke, and
find, when it is too late, that the ''some day
never comes. Patient, enduring industr!
| wins more of the worlds prizes than the spas
modic efforts of the most brilliant genius.
1t is very cute thing to pinch somebody
ON the back of the leg, and accompany the
movement with a yelp in imitation of dog
| A lank individual tried the trick on a three
hundred pound friend, yesterday, AID the
corpulent person lost his presence. of mint
| and fell back on his tormentor. The lank in
dividual was pried up from the pavemen
with new spade, and escorted home on hi
edge. He is now ravenously fond of drie,
apples and water, but it is doubtful if he ev
er comes round again.
Joseph Jefferson is still at his home in Ho
hokus, a manufacturing village in Berger
county, New Jersey, on the Erie Railway
twenty-five miles from New York. Jefer
sons eyes, which were thought to have quit
recovered, do not improve, and some of tn
occulists who have attended him have yer,
little hope of his getting any better. Th
medical gentlemen even have fears that tn
comedians brain is affected, and that he wi
never be in condition warranting his re
turn to the stage.
Mr.. Dickinson, of Portville, Cattaraugu
county, is a persistent searcher after the I'LL
known. A week or two ago he tried to Gu
his throat with pocket-knife, but the al
tempt was miserable failure. A few day
after he buried himself in the hay NOW, bu
to his great disgust he was dug out by h
friends, who placed a guard over him. BIZ
he evaded his watchers a few hours aftel
ward, swallowed the contents of laudanuI
bottle, and again buried himself in the ha
NOV. This time he came near succeedin
in his object, but the inevitable stomach pun
will doubtless save him for another item.
John Ruskin, in recent letter, thus turn
critic ON himself: II was obliged to writ
too young, when i knew only halftruth
and was eager to set them forth by what
thought fine words. People used to call N
good writer then; now they say | can
write at all; because, for instance, If thin
anybody's house is on fire, / only say, Isl
your house is ON fire; whereas formerly
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