Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1883-10-19
THE IDLEfi.
Notes and Gossip Picked Up on the
street,

NOtCh unV IlcKeu Up Oh tue
street
The pastor of one Of our leading churches
told the ldler good story, the other day.
1t was at the Centennial, and he was admiriDg
a taxidermist's display the principal feature
Of which was skllfully-mounted pig Of i'm
mense proportions. Near by was an old
farmer, aud the PASTOR anxious to see how
the word "tayidermy" would strike him, re-
marked That is a splendid specimen Of
taxidermy, is it not ~
"Taxidrrmy !" replied the farmer, with
scorn, Young man, that is a White Ches-
| ter 80
The prominent mention Of Hon. Charles
| Seymour's name, lately, reminds the Idler Of
a story of the consus youth. His father,
the late William Seymour, was, with many
others, afflicted with the sk-worm craze
years ago, aud forthwith proceeded to set
out plantation of mulberry trees on his
farm south of the city, and one day he set
Charles, then young lad, at work. setting
out the trees. The future consul was of an
active turn of mind, and he found setting
| out trees in the accepted fashion very slow
work At last a bright idea struck him.
He took Ratchet, cut of every ves-
tige of root from the tree, trimmed the
end to point and stuck it in the
ground. The idea worked to a charm and
| the young man set out an immense number
of trees in the course of the day. Toward
evening his father arrived on the scene OF &C.
tion aud was both surprised and delighted to
| observe his sons progress. After compli-
| mentiug him on his fathtulness and rapid
| ity, he graspod tree, to see how well it
had been set when, to his surprise, it
came right ont of the ground. He then
| slowly and carefully put on his eye
glasses and cautiously examined the
place where according TO all rules Of
horticulture III roots ought to have been. lie
then laid down the tree and walked to the
next one, pulled it up aud repeated the ex-
animation. But Charles waited no longer.
| lie ran into town as fast as his juvenile legs
| could carry him, jumped aboard a steamboat
and fled to his relatives home in Canada.
The ldler was in the vicinity of the La
fayettc statue in the college park, the other
day, when party of school girls came along,
| ard began to admire it with the usual femin-
| inc prufusencss of adjective audexclamation.
| AS they were passing, one of the company
turned quickly 10 II companion, and cried -
"Oh, If there could only BE- statue like that
TO DR.. Thlyer wouldn't it be Just elegant."
The lder did not hear the reply, but was
sure that every heart in that little company
responded with kindred enthusiasm. 1t is
delightful to meet with such tender affection
aud remembrance on the part o! the young
whenever the name of this loved and revered
physician is uttered. He was indeed every
body's friend, for in his great warm heart
there was room for everybody. old and
young rich and poor, strong and helpless.
\ cold statue of bronze or of marble may be
the worlds tribute to genius and renown,
hitt hnu N,,al, IN In H.ctr 10 hat
living tribute to true worth aud loneliness Of
character, which is a monument of human
hearts, inscribed with loving memories and
dedicated with tears
Some years ag)-the Idcr's "reminiscences
are not always up to date-in the senior re-
citation room of the old University building,
a grave and dignfcd class was discussing
with the professor of psychology the pheno-
menon of interrupted consciousness. Amid
the serious aud bearded faces of the class,
however, was one which by the constant
twinkle of the eye, and the occasional witch
Ing OF the corners of the mouth, betokened
the constitutional and cuti waited wag. In
course of time, the professors running fire Of
questions reached this member of the class,
and the young gentlemen settled themselves,
as usual to enjoy the fun which was almost
sure to come. "ir. "" said the professor.
did you ever notice in your own experience
an instance of interrupted CONSCIOUSNESS ~
"Well," replied The wac with the peculiar
drawl which always raised AN expectant
smile among his classmates, 81 don't know
as ever had anything of that sort myself"
"Did you sleep, last night, Mr.. ~" con-
tinued The professor.
"Well guess | got in Il few hours OF
sumber," drawled the was, amid the sug-
gestve tittering of the class.
VERY we'll Mr.. N" cried the professor,
triumphan,ly, GLOW did you know, now,
this morning, that you were the same pei
son that you we're when you went TO bed last
night?'
''Well,n replied the wag, deliberately put
ting his hand tendery up 10 his coat collar,
and assuming Il woful expression of counte-
nance, Il had a bile on the back of my neck,
that kind o. made me think was the same
Teller when got up that l was when went
TO bed ~
This was too much for the professors grav-
ity, and for about five minutes the study of
in that recitation room, was en-
trely subjective in its character.