The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1876-06-03
GRAVE and GAY.

nature" "On what page, sir~-on
what page ?" interrupted the judge, with
pen in hand.
AN amusing incident related to us
by a friend was that of an Englishman
who, like Sir Charles COldstream, had
"traveled everywhere, seen everything,
and done everything" and yet was most
terribly ennuied.
In the New York Catholic protecto-
ry, last Sunday, one hundred and twenty
boys, between the ages of twelve and
eighteen years, joined the Catholic total
abstinence union.
The latest thing out in lascivious
feminine wearing apparel is the tight-fit-
ting chamois-skin basque, which is of
buff color, and is said to look "natural
and nice" 1t follows the contour of the
body, is velvety and suggestive, and
when worn in connection with the pull
back makes a very effective tout ensemble.
"wHo BREAKS PAYS"
(AJfr Tennyson.)
Break, break, break,
Ny china and glass. Oh, she
Wouldn't like to hear me utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Oh, well for the clearinghouse cat
That at present it's out of the way;
Oh, well for the plump page boy
That he didn't take down that tray.
And the breakages go down
To their haven in the dust-bin;
But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a rivet knock'd in.
Break, break, break,
At the foot of the stairs. Oh she
Can't expect that the whole of her wages
Will be paid this month by me.
.Jerrold used to tell this incident
from his own experience: A passenger,
well-to-do in the world, had fallen over
board at sea, and his life was saved By an
Irish sailor, who jumped in after him.
As reward for the service which his
preserver had rendered him, the gener-
GUS passenger presented the man with
sixpence! Whereupon the sailor, scan
ming him from head to foot with a smile
of supreme contempt, exclaimed in a
rich brogae, !: Be jabers, it's enought'
There is now and then poet who
does not court the muses. in vain, and
for whom the newspapers have tender
dess. The following lines are being gen.
orally copied, and seem to touch the
great heart of the people:
Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside rushy pool;
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
owe must be in time" said they;
"First we study, then we play;
That is how to keep the rule
When we froggies go to school,"
Master Bullfrog, grave and stern,
Called the classes to theirTurn;
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Likewise how to leap and dive
From his seat upon the log
Showed them how to say "ker-chogT
Also how to dodge blow
From the sticks which bad boys throw,
Twenty froggies grew up fast;
:. Bullfrogs they became at last;
Not one Ounce among the lot,
Mot one lesson they forgot;
Polished in high degree,
A,each froggie ought TO be; :.
Now they sit on other logs,
Teaching other little frogs,
The second night after her first hus-
band died she sat by the. open chamber
window five hours waitings1o the cats
TO begin fighting in the backyard. She
said: "This thing of going to sleep
without quarrel of some Kind is 80 new
that can't stand it l.eLet me alone till
hey begin; then f-can doze :off gentlyl
Charlotte Cushmansaid totwo young
girls about to 60 on the stage: "To me
it seems as if, when God conceived the
world, that was poetry; he formed it,
and that was sculpture he varied and
,olored it, and that was painting; and
then, browning all, he peopled it with
living beings, and that was the grand,
Irvine, eternal drama"
Marshall Hubbard, aged seventy
eight, well-known citizen of Pittsfeld,
died recently. Some years ago he built
a family tomb on a sunny hillside in the
and was accustomed to sit in a
chair in its open door on fine days, saying
he was impatient to sleep with the IL
mates. He kept the tomb scrupulously
clean, often sweeping it out with his own
hands.
George" said a maiden, as she
smiled archly in her lovers face, "what
is there in grand achievement that re
minds me of your Georges eye lit with
pleasure, and there was a loving tender
ness in the glance with which he replied,
' No. darling; please tell me-" big
feet" replied the maiden. She now fiat
tens her nose against the window pane,
and wonders whether George has COM
mitted suicide or gone to China.
In India one hundred dialects are
spoken by the two hundred and forty mil
lion of people who belong to agreat num-
Der of distinct races. and whose habits of
life to-day are essentially similar to those
practiced by their predecessors three
thousand years ago. Three hundred
years Of labor in that peninsular have
brought twelve million souls under Rus
sian sway. The English in one-third of
that time have extended their power
over two hundred million.
The first principle Of pictorial art in
China is: "Objects must be represented
as they are, not as they appear to be-"
In virtue of this principle, and not be-
cause of ignorance, as is commonly sup
posed chiaro-oseuro, foreshortening, and
are banished from Chinese
pictures. Painting is therefore reduced