The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1880-12-02
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The more virtuous man is the more
virtue does he see in others.
A coxcomb is ugly all over with the af-
fectation of fine gentleman.
A word once spoken, four-horse car
riage cannot overtake 1t.
He needs strong arms who is to swim
against the stream.
There's beggary in the love that can be
reckoned.
None but death loves the lips by love
forsaken.
How much have cost us the evils that
have never happened?
Has it never occurred to baseball men
that milk pitcher is generally good
fly catcher?
The editor of the Cincinnati CONNER
ciai, who has farming ideas, thought
that to have buttermilk he must buy
goat.
There's no place like home, repeated
Mr.. Henpeck, looking at the motto, and
he heartily added, ''I'm glad there
isn't"
When Cincinnati man speaks of the
production of his pen, you never know
whether he is a literary Teller or a hog
raiser.
The young man who has proposed and
has been neither accepted nor rejected,
knows how exciting it is to live in a
doubtful state.
The man who advertised that his Bit
tiers contained no rum, but produced the
same effects, has been selected to pass
round the plate.
Wives seem created to be butts. Many
man, now, like Pan, plays upon that
which was formerly the object of his
fond pursuit.
Should the body sue the mind before
court of judicature for damages, it
would be found that the mind would
prove to have been ruinous tenant to
its landlord
The affections, like the conscience. are
rather to be led than drawn; and tbs to
be feared that they who marry where
they do not love will love where they do
not marry.
Never borrow trouble" said hus-
band to his wife. "Oh, let her borrow
it if she can" exclaimed the next-door
neighbor; ''she never returns anything,
you know"
There is a slight hope for art. We
saw half dozen quite pretty landscapes
in "A show window this morning, but not
Il cat-tail, lily-pad or stork standing
on one leg.
"How unsteady his hoof beats
sound" exclaimed an enthusiastic lover
of the turf, as ST. Julien speeded around
the course at Brighton last week. Yes
ra,,1ia1 hic ssha 10 hnotipr
time
Boston recently celebrated its two
hundred and fiftieth anniversary, and it
is said that some of the hotels served up
for the occasion spring chickens born
on the identical day the city was
founded.
Consoling: Poor author: Heavens,
what pain there is i'll my head His
wife: Complaining of that. You ought
to be thankful there is anything in it,
During his recent visit to Hamilton
the Marquis of Lorne was treated to a
fifteen minute address in ancient Gaelic.
He is now prepared for visit from his
mother-inlaw.
How often-ah, how often between
desire of the heart and its fuliillment
lies only the briefest space of time or
distance, and yet the desire remains for
ever unfulflled 1t is so near that we
can touch it with the hand, and yet so
far that the eye cannot behold it.
Every true reader OF poetry partakes
OF more til IN ordinary portion of the
poetic nature; and no one can be com.
pletely such who does not love or take
an interest in everything that interests
the poet from the armament to the daisy,
from the highest heart of man to the most
pitiable of the lowest