The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-10-04
WIT AND HUMOR.

1t is remarkable fact that the mo-
ment woman writes a letter she is
frantic to put it in the post-office, al
though she may have been putting off
the writing for six months.
A mother, who had with her little
daughter, was examining the figure of
horse on tombstone, and wondering
of what it was an emblem. There
was nothing to explain it in the inscrip-
ton. Mamma" said the little one,
as they moved away, 81 shouldn't won-
der if she died of the nightmare
One of the young officers at the lava
beds received letter from the girl he
left behind him, which contained this
tender paragraph: "And if anything
should happen to you, do make some
arrangement to have your hair recovered
and sent on. 1t is the exact color of
mine, and l can't get pair of curls of
the right shade anywhere here
"Is Miss Blinking at homer" asked
Mr.. Sanders of the Irish girl who an
swered the ring at the door. eyes,
blave she is, sir" SIS she engaged"
can is it engaged you say? Faith,
an l can't tell ye, sir; but she kissed
Mr.. Vincent last evening as if she had
not seen the like ov him, an it's engag-
ed 1 lave they are, sir"
An ingenious Yankee has bent the
scratching power of hens to the aid of
agriculture. He places a hen with
chickens in long narrow cage, just
wide enough to fit it between two rows
of potatoes, wherein she scratches to
her hearts content. The cage is NOV
ed along the space between the two
rows until the ground has been thor
oughly scratched, the potatoes nicely
hoed, and all the bugs eaten.
A minister had negro in his family.
One Sunday, when he was preaching,
he happened to look in the pew where
the negro was, and could hardly con-
tain himself as he saw the negro, who
could not read nor write word, scrib-
bling away most industriously. After
meeting he said to the negro, "Tom,
what were you doing in church, "Tak-
ing notes, massa. All of de gemmen
takes notes" "Bring your notes here
and let me see them" Tom brought
his notes, which looked more like Chi
uese than English. "Why, Tom, this is
all nonsense" 81 thought so, massa,
all the time you were preaching it.
Rev. DIR. Macleod Gather of the late
Norman Macleod was proceeding from
the manse to the church, to open a
new place of worship. AS he passed
slowly and gravely through the crowd
gathered about the door, an elderly man,
with the peculiar kind of wig known in
that district-bright, smooth, and of a
reddish brown-accostedh him: "Doctor,
if you please, wish to speak to you. !"
"Well, Duncan" says the venerable
doctor "can ye not wait till after wor-
ship" "No, doctor, must speak to
you now, for it is matter upon my
conscience" go, since it is a matter
of conscience, tell me what it is; but be
brief; time presses" "The matter is
this, doctor. Ye see the clock yonder
on the face of the new church. Well,
there is no clock really there-nothing
but the face of the clock. There is no
truth in it, but only once in the twelve
hours. Now, it is in my mind, very
wrong, and quite against my conscience,
that there should be lie on the face of
the house of the Lord" duncan, l will
consider the point. But I am glad to
see you looking so well; you are not
young now; remember you for many
years; and what fine head of hair you
have stillI' ''Eh, doctor, you are jo-
king now; it is long since l have had
my hair" 80, Duncan, Duncan! are
you going into the house of the Lord
with lie upon your head: The doctor
heard no more of the lie on the face of
the clock.