The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-04-26
WIT AND HUMOR.

The Humane Society recently arrest
ed young woman for beating an egg.
The Danbury Ne,cs remarks that /" the
dearest object to a married man should
be his wife; but it is not infrequently
her clothes"
A poor young girl, who earns living
by working on hoop-skirts, in reply to
an inquiry, stated that she had spent
the summer at the springs"
"Sambo, what is dar dat nebber was,
nebber can be, and nebber will be: :"
81 dunno, Caesar. GIBBS it up" Why,
chile, a mouse's nest in cats ear
The following neat toast was pro-
posed at recent dinner in New York:
"The ladies, their eyes kindle the only
fame against which there is no insur-
ance."
A cheerful giver put the following
note in a pair of pantaloons sent to
the Michigan sufferers: There, take
'em. Last pair I've got. Don't get
burned out again"
Thin Party Ito street urchins): hoy
what do you suppose that dog is follow
ing me for" The youngster casts q
knowing look at him and readily re-
plies: 'Guess he takes you for bone!"
A printer out West, whose Office is
half mile from any other building and
who hangs his sign on the limb of a
tree, advertises for an apprentice. He
says: ga boy from the country prefer
red"
"How does that look, eh." said a
big listed Wall-Street man to friend,
holding up one of his brawny hands.
"That," said his friend, CLOCKS as
though you'd gone short on your
soap"
A Canadian editor announced that
"he had a keen rapier to prick all fools
and knaves." His contemporary over
the way said he hoped his friends would
take it from him, for he might commit
suicide.
De Quincy mentions a chapter in
Won Trails work ON Iceland which is
entitled Concerning the Snakes of
Iceland" The entire chapter consists
of these six words: "There are no
snakes in Iceland
The man who accidentally turned
his eye around, in washing. his face,
has spent several days in introspection;
and had it turned back again, not be-
ing pleased with the inner workings of
his thinking apparatus.
A Quaker, intending to drink glass
of water, took up small tumbler of
gin. He did not discover his mistake
until he got behind the door and swal-
lowed the dose, when he lifted both
hands and exclaimed: "Verily, l have
taken inwardly the balm of the worlds
people. What will Abigail say when
she smells my BREATH"
HORACE GREELEY IN THE New YORK
RIoTs.-An opinion entertained we'll
nigh universally of Mr. Greeley was that
he was rather morally courageous than
physically brave, as thinkers, philoso-
pliers, and reformers are apt to be. Ex-
actly the opposite is true. Neither Lee
onidas nor Socrates were more fearless
of bodily harm or death than the late
editor of the Tribune. No material
danger could daunt him; he would not
swerve from his line of duty, or from
his inclination even, to avoid roaring IL
ons, or armed ruffians who had menaced
his life. Such timidity as he had was
of the moral kind, and this in conse-
quence of his extreme conscientiousnes
and dread of bringing harm to Others
Naturally loving peace, he was furiously
combative with his pen, albeit not with
out what he conceived to be great prov
ocation He often said that if people
would let him alone, he would be ami
ability itself, forgetting that to be in his
position was to draw arrows from every
hostile hand. The falsest stories have
been told of his conduct during the great
anti-draft riots of July, 1868. So far
from showing himself craven, he was
perfectly reckless, and seemed anxious
to be sacrificed. After the riot had got
ten well under way he had very little
doubt he would be hanged to lamp
post by the brutal and Infatuated mob,
and he had actually accepted death as his
inevitable portion. Messenger after mes
senger, friend after friend, went to him
to apprise him of his imminent peril,
and were surprised to find him as cool
as the summit of Mont Blanc. He had
entire confidence in their statements, re-
marking, "Wen it dosen't make much
difference. I've done my work. Imay
as well be killed by the mob as die in
my bed. Between now and next time
is only little while"
The day it was expected the Tribune
would be attacked, its employees, who
had prepared for q desperate defense,
spent several hours in trying to get him
out of the Office. His invariable reply
was, "Never mind me, boys Ill take
care of myself" And amidst the dis
tribution ofrevolvers, muskets, and hand
grenades, the fitting of hose to the steam
pipes, the intrepid Horace sat down to
his desk to write editorials for the next
mornings issue. 1t was only after sew
eral of the staff went to him, and urged
him to quit the establishment for their