The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-02-23

-" What is a verandapn is being
discussed by foreign architects. A We
randa, gentleman, is place where, with
the right kind of companion, you'll find
the moon shines brighter ond the hours
fly swifter than in any other spot on the
earth's surface. Try it once.
Quite a romantic event took place
at WaXahachie, Tex, the other day, in
the marriage of Nicholas Sims, a
wealthy farmer seventy years old, to a
Mrs. Dunlap, sixty years of age. They
had been plighted lovers in their Ten
nessee home forty years ago, but sepa-
rated, and Sims has been married once
and his bride twice in the interval.
Printers ink has done wonders for
the world, but it is not always tails
manic. An establishment in England,
employing females, advertised six
months for a man capable of managing
eighty women, and yet at last accounts
the individual wanted had not stepped
forward.
Said Sarah to her Noah, dear:
This world would surely be
A desert with no oasis
Were | bereft of thee"
"Ah, love ~ said he, "here's one who in
That sentiments sharer,
A Noah, sis, who will not be
Bereft of his Sahara
- YonkerS Gazette.
Statistics of the Minnesota Insane
Asylum at st. Paul for number of
years show that over twice as many
young men become insane as young
women, but among married the reverse
is the case; while 100 per cent. more
widows grieve themselves into insanity
than widowers.
On the register of the Grand Pa
cific Hotel the names of two men once
closely connected, but now widely sun
dered, were recorded last evening in
consecutive order. Mr.. Francis d.
Moulton's autograph Immediately pre-
coded that of the Rev. Henry Ward
Beecher, the two gentlemen having ar
rived, one from Elgin, ILL.,, and the
other from Vincennes, Ind, almost
simultaneously. Both were in the din
ing-room at the same time, but they
did not sit at the same table, nor did
| the divine address the mutual friend of
himself and Theodore. Chicago Trib-
me.
The other evening a sprightly little
girl about seven years old entered a
store on Woodward avenue, and after
considerable hesitation she whisper
ingly inquired of clerk "Do you
keep nursing bottles here?'' eve do, -
he answered, and, exhibiting two or
three different styles, he asked which
she preferred. AS she was looking
them over he remarked: "It's for
your little brother, SUPPOSED" eyes,
sir, it is" she stiffiy answered. "You
didn't think it was for my son, did
you?' Her indignant look haunts him
still.-F'ree Press.
-" Grease the Griddle, Birdie Oar
ling" beautiful new song and chorus
by the author of Bang Ny Scalplock
O er My Forehead" will have a greater
run than any piece since Darling,
Am Growing Old"
Grease the griddle, Birdie Darling
Grease it DER with lambient lard,
Pour the buckwheat batter on it
From the bowl SO brown and hard.
And in order that the buckwheats
Be not scorched and burned and scar,
Grease the griddle in profusion-
Grease the griddle, Birdie, dear.
This beautiful song may be obtained
at all music stores, or by RENTING the
cost price to the publishers.-'St. Louis
Journal.
GIVING AND TAKING.
Who gives and hides the giving hand,
Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise,
Shall find his smallest gift outweighs
The burden of the sea and land.
Who gives to whom hath nought been given,
His gift in need though small, indeed,
As is the grass blades wind-blown seed,
Is large as earth and rich as heaven.
Forget it not, o man, to whom
A gift shall fall, while yet on earth;
Yea, even to thy sevenfold birth
Recall it in the lives to come.
Who broods above wrong in thought
Sins much; but greater sin is his
Who, fed and clothed with kindnesses,
Shall count the holy aims as naught.
Who dares to curse the hands that bless
Shall know of sin the deadliest cost;
The patience of the heaven is lost
Beholding mans unthankfulness.
For he who breaks all laws may still
In SWANS mercy be forgiven;
But none can save in earth or heaven
The wretch who answers good with ill.