St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1878-06-22

ride thou stealest our most treasured things,
Inihss which to gain we'd risk all else beside
LOST lost my rosebud lost my love alas
Aln'snt nave fund thetn but for thee, pride.
The thin, pious man, who is contin-
ually grooming over the wickedress of the
world, is more troubled with dyspepsia
than blessed with religion.
-" What is the difference between me
and st. Paul ~ asked one man of another.
" st. Paul was all things to all men, and
you are nothing to anybody" was the
reply, That wasn't the right answer.
..Talleyrand was lame, Madame de-
Staei was crosseyed. There was no love
lost between them, and both disliked to
be reminded of their infrmities. "Mon-
sleur,' said Madame, meeting her dear
eat fee one day, how is that poor les?"
Crooked, as you see," was Tallevrand's
reply.
Says Cath; Since the death Of
Henry Clay, the most distinguished
citizen of Kentucky has always been a
horse, At present it is Ten Brock. If
hentuckian could breed a horse that
could win the English Derby, they
would make the owner governor against
all comers
Notwithstanding on his arm
with her head almost touching his Shout
! der, she said: Mr.. B., l know what
makes you catch cold so easily" "What
is it, -2" because 80 much of your
body is on the ground!" Mr.. B. has
returned to the bosom of 80, and has
ordered new shoes.
Mrs. Morrissey says of her husband,
Why, he never lost his temper. In
the house child could twist him around
its finger" Gentlemen who were tool.
ish enough to pound the late Mr.. Nor
rissey 8 fists with their faces cut of doors,
will regret that this important informa-
ton comes too late to do them any good.
IL Burlington Hawkeye.
Miss Katie Gaul, q Baltimore pianist,
gave a brilliant concert on the 9th of
April in Vienna, which was largely
attended. She payed the Spimerhied,
by Liszt, who was present. In response
to the applause which greeted the per-
Torrance, the composer came forward
with Miss Gaul, who was his protege in
the prosecution of her studies.
"A couple of young men were out
fishing the other day, and on returning
were going past farmhouse, and felt
hungry. They yelled to the farmers
daughters: " Girls have you any but
termilk p The reply was gently waited
back to their ears : eyes; but we keepit
for our own calves" The boys calculated
that they had business away-and they
went.
1t was the proprietor of an Ameri-
can lunch-counter who said, ~ care not
who makes the laws of the country if I
may make its sandwiches" And he
finished hammering out the bottom of
one, welded the upper crust down to it,
brazed the edges, tempered it, and laid
it in the sun, and filed out a blank burial
permit while he waited for the next
customer.
There WAS little fellow who knew
Mother Goose better than he knew his
Bible. One Sunday he was asked in his
class, "Who were thrown into the fiery
furnace ?" That was too much for him.
The question was passed; the answer
came promptly, "Shadrach, Meshach
and Abednego" This was q mortifca.
ton to the little fellow, and when the
next question came, "Who put them
in ?" he answered with jump, "Little
Johnny Green!'
Why, indeed, should we ever with
out necessity try to pack our sympathy
into anything SO narrow and imperfect
as language? A silent responsiveness,
diffused and respectful tenderness of
manner, is more gratifying, as we'll as
safer, in nine cases out of ten, than any
attempt to express sympathy in words.
But words will come, and must be spoken.
Only in case of any delicacy, the fewer,
the simpler, and the less personal they
are, the safer-we will not say the better.
.Barnum's portrait is painted on a
part of his cages. When his show was
in Hartford the other day, an honest
minded chap was looking about the
camp as the workmen were packing up.
Seeing Barnum's full face on the side of
the cage of the stuffed hippepotamus, he
asked the man in charge if Barnum was
in there. eyes," was the reply, and the
door was partly opened. The stranger
peeked in and exclaimed, ooh, law! Is
that him? He is fatter than supposed,
and is of darker color" The door was
shut suddenly Hartford Times.
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Cruikshank's Fairies.