The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1892-03-16

COckroach-C0me around to my D
o'clock insect powder.
II don't mind doing away with the
editorial we" sand Editor Cutting.
but when a fellow comes into the Of
flee with q club and tries to abolish the
editorial eye, 1t is very different mat
ter"
Mrs. .Traddles-Tommy, you mustn't
20 fishing with Peter Rishers, he is
just getting over the measles. Tom
my Traddles-There won't be any dan
ger, mo her, / never catch anything
when Pm fishing.
In a recent poem Ella Wheeler VIII
cox speaks Of "the wistful mouths Of
unkissed nuns" Will Ella kindly
send the postoffice address of these la
dies to the DIseourager of Wistfulness,
care Of this Office ?-Rochester Post
Express.
Mrs. Madison Square-You haven't
been inside a church since we were
married: Mr.. Madison Square-No; !;
a burnt child breads the FIRE.
Teacher-What is the Equator 4?
Pupil (con6dentlyl-An imaginary lion
running around the earth.
Mrs. Kingsley-Do you expect to
receive any calls on New Years day?
Mrs. Bingo-Well, | haven Z sent out
any cards, but | presume a few Of my
old friends will drop in on me. Little
Tommy Bingo-The butcher said he
would come with his bill.
Decidedly Feeble: Young Author
But don't 70 think my humor is deli
cate? Old Critic-Oh, very! Why
don't you take q tonic for it?-Puck.
Stranger (brightly)-Fine day !!
Chronic Grumbler-Ye-es-locally- i
probably raining somewhere.-Puck.
Why lie Was Going Bmgo Pm
going to bring my wife around 10 call
on you tonight. Witherby-That's
right, but do me a favor, old man.
Don't let her wear her new sealskin
cloak. / don't want my wife to see it
just now. BingO (grimly)-Why,
that's what we are coming for
Cloak Review.
Truly a Helpmate: Husband-My
dear. we'll have to economize. Wife
We'll, let's smoke les. Puck.
Il am welded to art" said Farley.
"Well," said Criticus, gazing at Par
ley's picture, "Pd get a divorce if |
were you. She has deserted you."-
Brooklyn Life.
Borus-It is reported about town
that we are engaged. Miss Haugh-
ty-lmpossible. B0rus-Indeed it
IS land really | have heard worse things
than that. Miss HI never have.
NV experience oflife makes me sure
Of one truth which / do not try to ex-
plain; that the sweetest happiness we
ever know, the very wine Of human
life, comes not from love, but from sac
rifce-from the effort TO make others
happy. This is as true TO me as that
nv flesh will burn if | touch red-hot
metal John Boyle o Reilly.
This is one Of the vain thoughts with
which we men fiatter ourselves. We
try to believe that tho egoism within
us would have been easily melted, and
that it was only the narrowness Of our
knowledge that hemmed in our gener-
Osity, our awe, our human plty, and
hindered them from submerging our
hard indifference to the sensations and
emotions of our fellows. Our tender
ness and differentiation seem strong
when our egoism has had its day
when, after our mean striving for tri- |
umph that is to be another's loss, the
triumph comes suddenly, and we shud- |
der at it, because it is held out by the
chill hand Of death h-George Eliot
1t is an old saying that VIC forget
nothing, as people in fever begin sud-
denly 10 talk the language Of their in
fancy. We are stricken by memory
sometimes and old affections rush back
on us as vivid as m the time when they
were our daily talk, when their pres
ence gladdened our eyes, when their ac-
cents thrilled in our ears, when with
passionate grief and tears we flung our
selves upon their hopeless corpses