Morning journal and courier., 1883-07-09
VISIBLE.

Interested man: Any doubt about tAe seq serpent being visible from Marblehead on the 12th2 No. sir; we shall take glass strong enough to bring him into view wherever he is.-Boston Post.
 An absent minded editor wrote love letter and an editorial at the same time. The love letter he sent out to be set up in type by the printers and long editorial on the tariff to his girl. There was fun on both ends of the route.-Exchange
 A backwoods preacher once elucidated as follows in connection with the parable of the virgins: sIn ancient times, my beloved hear CTS, it was the custom after couple had been married for ten virgins to go out with lighted lamps and meet 'em on the way home, five o1 these virgins being males and five females , We have read that St. Peter had wife and mother -in-law, and that the latter was sub jecE to attacks Of malaria but until we pick cd up New Orleans paper yesterday we were ignorant of the fact that St. Peter had a sister living in the Crescent City. We notice in an advertisement that she is in charge of a convent school and signs herself s'Sister St. Peter.'' Her distinguished brother has been
 dead some time. He died before the war broke out Texas Siftings. Mrs. Gruble, landlady, spoke rather in sinuatingly at table to Colonel Harkle con corning his board bill The Colonel did moi
  8 eurry-comb beside his plate, and when the butter was passed he raked the comb over the dish. ''What are you doing ?" demand \ ed the lady, s1 have just been appointed collecting agent for an upholsterer, and | thought I'd make" He didn't finish the
 sentence. Those who were present say they | never witnessed more dramatic incident. | Arkansav Traveller.
 It was the bold policeman who rudely prodded from the slated bench beneath the parks umbrageous groves the all recum bent tramp of leafy June. "What, ho, cried he who wore the awful badge to hin who bore the humble can that erst while held the new tomatoes of th'
 boarding house. ''What. hos awake, arise
 this is no time for sleep!'' No time ifackins2" quoth the slumbering tramp ''TeIl me, then, true, an is not this sIeeI here?" Long time pondered the arm of law and order, idly swayiBg his listless club, ant
 when at last he caught upon he wept, h' I bowed his head, low crowned with felt helm
 and turned with faltering step and many tears away. But the tramp made for tht shrine of Bacohus and kneeling low where the rude cromlech of rejected kegs was pilec he poured unto himself ibations stale but copious.-Life.
 SHADE. for lodge in garden of cucumbers! O for iceberg or two at control o for 6 vale that at midday the dew cumbers! O for pleasure trip up to the pole for little one-story thermometer, With nothing but zeroes all ranged in row o for big double-barreled hygrometer, To measure the moisture that rolls from my brow
 that this cold world were twenty times colder Chats irony red hot, 1t seemeth to mel O for 6 turn of its dreaded cold shoulder what 6 comfort an ague would be O for Rrotto frost lined and Till riven, Scooped in the rock under cataract vast O for . winterSof discontent even O for wet blankets judfciously cast O for a soda fount Bpouting up boldly From every hot lamp post against the hot sky O for proud maiden to look on me coldly, Freezing my soul with glance of her eyel Then for Q draught from cup of cold pizen And for through ticket, via Coldegraye, To the baths of the Styx, where thick shadow lies
 And deepens the chill on its dark running wave