The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1872-12-14

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TIL e PR ESS.
SATURDAY MORNING. DEC. IA, 1879.
Gossip and Gleanings.
Hobson's choice-Mrs. H.
hash-money-Nurse's wages.-Judy.
Inc smartest banker in Munich is a woman.
Mosby is to marry a Pbllade,nbio baIIo
with lots of money, the papers say.
He who falls twice upon the same spot is
weak in his head as well as his heels.
Achille Paganini, the son of the renowned
vionist is about to publish some posthu-
nous works of his father.
Heath is best for mortal man; next,
y, the pleasure of youth among friends
Sum0nides.
A Rochester saloon has cistern beneath
1t. 1t answered excellently well to drown
small child who walked into it one day when
it was left open.
| Happy is the man who lives on a level
street in the days that are coming when the
cry OF the coaster will resound in spite of the
blue-coated guardian of our rights.
! Detroit boys are nice set. A party of
| them got drunk the other day and not only
rubbed one of their number of sixteen dollars
but blackened his eyes, cut his scalp and
danced on him so that he could hardly move.
| Nj. Edmund About's new work, 'Alsace,"
has just appeared in Paris. The literature of
the franco-German war has received another
addition in story by Maurice Sand entitled
! Augusta"
An English jury has awarded e1,5OO dam
ages to an actress whose forehead received a
trihing scar in a railway collision, on the
ground that in her profession personal ap-
pearance has direct pecunary value
A cruel fellow in New Haven showered an
entrapped rat with turpentine and fired it.
Poetic justice was, however, done. The rat
being released, made dive for heap of oak
um, containing about five bales That oak
um is now no more, and it has been paid for.
According to the Greenville Sentinel and
Reporter, the girls cunning little brother
substituted an mfantile feline for the confec-
tionery in her lovers overcoat, The young
mans hand is about well, but his lacerated
feelings are yet troublesome
Senator Schurz said OF Henry Ward Beech
er's address at Mr.. Greeley's funeral; 'If
this is art, then it IS that perfect art in which
every trace of art is concealed and every
thought concerning the speaker banished by
his powet to engage all hearts with the
thought by which his own heart is filed"
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fellow has been blowing out gas again at
Auburn. His room was broken into in time
to save his life. In the morning he came
| down and remarked, that gas must have
leaked considerably last night?n Upon be-
ing assured that 1t had, he innocently inquir-
ed, ''did it run over and spoil the carpet any
where?''
Society is commonly too cheap. We meet
at very short intervals, not having had time
to acquire any new value for each other. We
meet at meals three times day, and give
each other new taste of that old musty
cheese that we are. We have had to agree
on certain set of rules called etiquette and
politeness, to make the frequent meeting toll
cradle and that we need not come to open
war.-H. d. Thoreau.
We sail toward evenings lonely star,
That trembles in the tender blue;
One single cloud, dusky bar
Burnt with dull carmine through and through,
Slow smouldering in the summer sky,
Lies low along the fading west
How sweet to watch its splendors die.
Wave-cradlsd thus, aud wind-caressedi
The soft breeze freshens leaps the spray
To kiss our checks with sudden cheer.
Upon the dark edge of the bay
Lighthouses kindle far and near
And through the warm deeps of the sky
Steal faint star-clusers, while we rest
In deep refreshment, thou and i,
Wave-cradled thus, and wind earessed!
How like a dicam are earth are heaven,
Star beam aud darkness, sky and sea-
Thy face, pale in the shadowy even,
Thy quiet eyes that gaze on me.
o realize the moments charm,
Thou dearest! We are at life's best,
Folded in Gods encircling arm,
Wave-cradled thus, and wind-carcssedi