The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-09-28

HIS bosom heaved with emotion as he
sighed 'twixt smile and tear, eff
ever | cross the salt ocean, twill be in
schooner of beer. p ackensaok Repub-
Rcon. He never could breast the At
lantic with three-cent craft without
sale, TO us it would be more romantic to
battle in a bucket of ale. --Lukens. To
one Of such wondrous capacity and
drinkatite hearty and hale, we ask, with
touch of audacity, oh ! what would
bucket avail ?-Holden's Happiness.
A MAN lately entered tavern in
France, looking dreadfully wearied, and
with face as long as a crescent moon.
He seated himself languidly at table
were the previous customer was taking
a glass of absinthe. Sir" said the
latter, alphabetically, "you appear
much fatigued." Yes" replied the
other; headwork, sir; headwork, SIR"
Dramatic writer, possiblyT No,
sir; I am hair-dresser, and to-day
shaved twenty stumpy boards and cut
the hair off thirty heads"
BOB BURDETTE, writing from Mime
apolis to the Haackeye, says: They ring
the fre-bell here by blowing steam
whistle. This whistle praduates its
efforts to the size of the fire. When
shanty blazes up it toots sleepily. When
a residence is in flames they can hear it
screech in Albert Lea. But when big
mill or a business block eliminates it
self, that whistle just pulls itself wide
open, the sun stands still, the earth
yawns and the dead get up and put their
fingers in their ears and pound on the
<xrc,,nJ NTH THAR haoIo I'D oru -
AN Irishman had dream which
taught him the danger of delay. ~
dreamed" said he, II was wild the Pope,
who was as great jintleman as any one
in the district, an he axed me wad |
drink? Thinks /, wad duck swim?
and SEEM the Innishowen, and lemons,
and sugar on the sideboard, told him
/ didn't care if | TUX wee dhrap of
punchPope.. Hot or cold? asked the
'Hot, your Holiness replied; and be
that he stepped down to the kitchen
for the bilin' water; but before he got
back woke straight up. And now it's
distressing me didn't take it cowld."
THERE is mystery about the early
days of Stanley, the explorer. One ac-
count, contributed by New York jour
nalist to Appletons' Monthly, says his
real name is John Rowlands, that he
was born in Wales in 1910, of parents SO
poor that he soon found his way to the
almshouse, where he was reared. When
young he went to sea, and was finally
adopted by Mr.. Stanley, of New Or
leans. The latter having died about the
beginning of the war of the rebellion,
the young man found his way into the
Confederate army, but soon deserted to
the Union side. He soon became cor
respondent and entered the service of
the New York Herald. Now comes q
Mrs. Eastway, an Irish woman, who
lived for time in this country, who
claims to be his mother. She says he
was born in New York October 26, l843,
and that his first two names were those
he now bears-Henry M. Hisfather was
a sea captain, and died when his son
was fifteen. The latter went to sea and
soon disappeared from her knowledge.
She first recognized him at Livingstone's
funeral in Westminster Abbey. Hehas
refused to acknowledge her claims,
though she says he acted as if he really
knew her at the interviews which she
has sought. All of which needs con-
i firmation.