Bridport, Beaminster, and Lyme Regis Telegram and Dorset, Somerset, and Devon Advertiser. — 1884-08-01 (Bridport, Dorset, England)

SOMETHING TO RE THANKFUL FOR—On OHS ocemdon Mr. Charles Dlckens wag upholding the theory that whatever trials or difficulties might e turd in a man's path there is always something to be thankful for. ' Let me in prof thereof.' mid Dickens, 'relate a story.' Two men were to he hung at Newgate for murder. The morning arrived the hour approached; the bell of St. Sepulchre's b.rn to toll; the convicts were placed; the procession was formed; it advanced to the fatal beam; the roues wore adjusted round the poor men's necks ; there were thousands of motley sightseers of both Rt x•is, of all ages, men, women. and children, in front e the scaffold; when ju.t at that second of time, a bull, which was being driven to Smi,hfleld, broke his rope, and charged the mob right and left. scatt ring people every where with his horns. Whereupon one of the condemned men turned to his equally unfortunate companion, and quietly °bravoed, I say, Jack, it's a good thing we ain't in that crowd.'  --•- • The following amusing anecdote is told of the cants, trice Catalan!. She was one day rehearsing at the Paris Opera House an air which she had to sing in the evening, when she found the pitch of the pianoforte too high, and gave instructions to have the instrument lowered by the evening. Her husband Captain Valpbreque, volunteered to seri her order cari led out, and immediately sent for the stage•cernenter and bad the legs of the pinnofoit I amputated I The performance took place, and the lady was greatly annoyed at the continued high pitch at which she had to sing. She soon sought her lauThand, and rimoni-trated with him for neglecting her wishes. He, not a little hurt at this being wrongfplly named. insisted upon calling the parson who bed orformed the op irat'on, and, to Catalani's utter astonishment, cared th • carpenter and said to him. How much did you lower the pian-i, Charles I Two inches, sir, was ha prompt reply.  • - A NOTORIOUS mend cant Follett; flubßeelffenq to herr her child. After one benevolent rain hed helpel hr to bury twenty- hree in two year, ha told hi r to keep the next dear little departed till there were s dozen. and then get the undertaker to contract fir the lot—it would be cheaper. -  IT is said that the following anecdote, which has been told of a number of people, originated with Lori Cowley. who at one of his own parties in Paris was leaning against the mantel-piece when an unknown gentleman said to him—' Do you mean to PAP that Lord COVPPV'P parties are never livelier than this?' Never." Well,' said the stran ter, • Then I shall take myself off at once.' 'You're a lucky man,' said Lord Cowley with a sigh, I'm obliged to stop.' More good stories are told about Whistler then any prominent man in T. tn ton S mietv. ()Tar Wilde, who at one time shared with hint this attention. hag now dropped into the mediecrity of the married stet-, and the good things that were either sail by him or attributed to him have ceased to circulate. But Whistler still keeps the hall rolling. The latest good thing is his reply to one of the numerous svenphents who worship at his shrine. 'There are, Mr. Whi.tler,' said his admirer, • only two painters in the world, yeur-eif and V Issqu z." Why dreg In Voia, qurz sail Whistler, with exquisite humour, Probobie lest ;time worship!). r. A etory of a similar kind bracketed him with an ther artist even of higher standine than the gr at Snsnieh painter. '1 wee sailing down the river the other oast from Westminster to Chelsea,' said a lady • I saw Whi.t`er every wh. re, Whistler In the clouds. Whistler in the dim outlin es of the house,' Whistler in the barge that floated on'the water. Whistler, Whistler, all along the bank..' 'Yes,' said Whistitr: complacently, 'I think natural. getting on Wooly.'