The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-11-18

| ioWS' l4dSJ InurSudS MI lApiHdo -7t farm laborer, killed a SOW, weighing stone. She was indeed splendid specimen of the porclne' species; we are informed that, in spite of her great size, she was able to walk in and out of her sty to the last" What an in finitude of pathos lies in those three simple words, ito the last!"
 A clergyman was walking through the outskirts of his parish one evening, when he saw one of his parishioners very busy whitewashing his cottage. The parson, pleased at these somewhat novel signs of cleanliness, called out, l Well, Jones, see you're making your | house nice and smart" With mys- l terious air Jones' who had recently | taken the cottage, rescended from the | ladder, and slowly walked to the hedge | which separated the garden from the road That's not 'xactly the reason | why I'm a-doing of this ere job,'' he whispered, but the last two couples as lived in this ere cottage 'ad twins; so says to my missus, I'll talk an white wash the place, so as there mayn't be l no infection. Ye see, sir, as oW we got | ten 'em already" Whether the white | washing was effectual or not, l have not been able to ascertain
 | An old clergyman who had held cure in the depths of the country for l the greater part of his life had occa- | sion to consult his bishop on certain | matter, and, in answer to his letter, re- leived an invitation to sleep the night at the palace For forty or fifty years he had practically led the life of a re- cluse, and it was after many cogitations that he decided to take the journey to the other end of the diocese, where the bishop lived He arrived just in time for o'clock tea, q meal to which he was complete stranger. After tea the bishop asked him to accompany him to envensong. When they returned to the house the bishop, remarking that it was quite time they went upstairs lit can
 dle and showed his guest to his room. It was then just o'clock, and, though the old clergyman thought it was rath- CT early to retire, still, admirinS the bishop for such simple habits, he pre- pared for bed. He had just put out the light and lain down to sleep wishing he
 had eaten a little more tea, when a
 booming noise rang through the house and smote upon his ear. Quick as thought he sprang from his bed, and,
 shouting "Fire!" at the top of his voice, rushed out on to the landing just in time to meet the bishop, with lady
 on his arm, going down to dinner The sequel to the story has never been d- vulged, and, as I have said, this is not a personal reminiscence
 A certain bishop, in travelling through
 his diocese, had occasion to change at
 a Wayside junction. While waiting for
 his train, he seized the opportunity of
 making friends with the station mas ter. One of the kindest hearted men, he
 was very fond of trying to enter into
 the varied interests of those with whom
 he came in contact. However, on this
 occasion he did not find it easy to dis
 cover the exact topic in which his new
 friend was interested So reluctantly he fell back on his particular shop i. e.,
 the traffic. T suppose, with the race meeting taking place to-day, there has
 been some very heavy traffic on your line?" Inadvertently the bishop had indeed touched the station masters , weak point--not the traffic, but racing. So for the next quarter of an hour he
 listened in his kindly way to the va , rious merits of his horses engaged in the St. Leger and their chances of sue
 cess. At last, to the bishops great re- : lief it must be admitted the train ar } rived, and, shaking hands with his rac-
 ing friend, he got into carriage. He had not travelled very far, however,
 when, the train having pulled up, he , heard the station masters voice in
 quiring if the bishop of - was in the
 train Hastily the bishop declared his
 presence. Of course, his fellow -nassen-
 gers in the third-elass carriage Git was
 the bishops boast that he always trav elled third) were on the qui vive to
 know what the station master wanted with the bishop, while quite little knot of spectators gathered round the car riage window. Up comes the official, making prodigious salute to the great
 ecclesiastical dignitary. i've just re- ceved a wire, My Lord from the sta
 ton master at -, asking me to tell
 Your Lordship that Donovan won the Leger." The bishop astonisment and
 chagrin at his friends kindly thought : of him can be better imagined than
 described, especially when he heard the
 litter from those assembled on the plat
 form, and noticed the increased inter-
 est with which he was regarded by his companions for the rest of the journey.
 It is said that His Lordship is more
 wary as to the subjects he touches upon in talking to casual acquaintances- l The Cornhill Magazine.
 I TIJE, OT .DEST rVpE OIr REpTJI Lr