Morning journal and courier., 1884-09-09
PUBLIC SENTIMENT.

s'I would that I could die!' sings forlorn
 poet. Public sentiment is with him.
 sfHow shall I sleep?" asks correspondent.
 Try to stay awake to catch some train.-Mil- ton News.
 It is trihe peculiar that peaches, pain
 and physicians all begin with the same letter.
 New York Journal.
 It is said Music is a prophecy of what
 life is to be- This being true, Wagner music
 predicts a pretty hard time for us.-
 Boston Post.
 baby, the good God has brought you little
 brother" "Oh, I'm so glad! Does mamma
 know itg'-Le Figaro.
 A remarkably weak-minded dude says that when he leaves this world he wants to die of dropsy, because it is such swell dis Philadelphia Chronicle Herald.
 Ben Butler recently attended picnic in Pennsylvania and made himself sick eating pie In spite of all the talk about Ben's demagoguery we do believe he is one of the people, after all.-Burlington Free Press.
 "Is it proper for married woman. to dance?" Oh, yes, providing she dances with somebody other than her husband. To be sure, it may not be improper for her to dance with him, but then there's no fun in it. Boston Transcript.
 "What's the matter, old fellowa You look sick" EIam.' Business dull?'' 'ENo. J Health bads' "Yes. Dyspepsia" :" That's too bad. Your cooking is not very good, l is itFn sfNo.' 'eWife gone away?'' 7'No. Girl has "-New York Times.
 Half the failures during the present sum- mer have never been reported. The girls who went away to summer resorts expecting l to catch prospective husbands are coming back but they keep silent about their bad | luck. Philadelphia Chronicle. "Why,'' he pleaded, -four very circum- | stances bind us together; our similar tastes, our friendship, long acquaintance" ''Yes, , she replied, Heven age could bind us togeth- err 'FWhat, age, dearesta" he asked. "Mu- eilage," answered she gloomily. A minute | later, as he paste up and down the room alone, he realized that his failure was gum p1ete.-Life.
 stShine yer butes?" shouted boot-black yesterday to an oil citizen on Main street. The man addressed made no reply. "Shine lem up; only five cents?" Still. no reply, but gaze into vacancy. The boot-black l looked at his victim a moment, to make sure he was alive, then said, in disgusted tone: ffS-a-y, mister, eff ye can't tork, " jess make signs, will yer?'-Bradford Mail. Lively George, as his neigh bors call him (and very appropriately, too, in spite of his l three score and ten years), who comes once I in while to do odd jobs about the garden, 1 is fond of talking in a grandiloquent man.
 ner. He speaks of clearing away the ''de bray,' and of people who haven't much 1 s'sentimento1ogy" about them, etc. But he capped the climax the other morning when he greeted the gentleman of the house, who had just made his appearance on the porch after several days confinement to his room | by illness with, 'Ah, sir, good mornin', sir. Glad to see you are non compos mentis once more, sir."
 Politician Come now, MT. Granger, I want you to do what you can to help me to represent your town in the legislature this winter Farmer-tFWall, I dunno. Old
 Goodings been thar for ten year or so, and s
 done fust rate $ far's can diskiver" Poli- tician-''Yes, MT. Gooding is an able man, a very able man; but you don't want to keep one man in office forever Why, it is just
 the same in public office as is is in farming You believe in rotation in planting, don't
 you9p 'tYas; but then, don't you know, I
 ain't a-goin' to plant last years pertater field
 with skunk cabbage this year, jest for the
 sake O rotatin Dye ketch my idee, Mir. Mr Breowng" It is to be presumed that Mr
 Brown did. At any rate, he didn't stop to argue the matter further.--Bosto Transcript.