The Stourbridge Observer, Cradley Heath, Halesowen & District Chronicle. — 1881-11-26 (Stourbridge, West Midlands, England)

CUTTINGS FROM AMERICAN PAPERS.  I clasped her tiny hand in mine, I clasped her beauteous form: I vowed to shield her from the wind, and from the world's cold storm. She set her beauteous eyes on mine, her tears did wildly flow and with her tiny lips, she said,—" You stupid I let me go."  A New Haven paper observes that two establishments in Boston turn out sixty barrels of paste each day; and yet there is a good deal of original matter in the Boston papers. Instead of saving space aud composition by simply saying a man died, a Boston paper said--" HA passed the boundary which limits our knowledge uf the duration of individual consciousness."  Some of the facetious writers refers to the death ol Barnum's fat woman as a heavy loss.  Jones says his wife is the most thrifty woman he ever knew. " Why, sir," he says," she has made ten bedsprea,ds during the last two years ; made the: herself, sir, put of the samples she collected in her shopping tours during that time "  A rainy day kept over 60,000 lotva voters away from the polls. When a man in that State gets wet, it takes three weeks to dry him out and get rid of all the wrinkles.  The meanest man on record has been unearthed. The story is that while a deaf, dumb and blind hand-organist was sleeping on the post-office corner the wretch stole his instrument and substituted a new-fangled churn therefor; and when the organist awoke he seized the handles of the churn and ground away for dear life, and when the "shades of night were falling fast." that meanest man in the world came around, took his churn, restored the organ to its owner and carried hpme four pounds of creamy butter.  They grow some rather tall women beyond the Mississippi. An occidental poet writes that he " kissed the clouds from her sweet, fair face." It seemed almost incredible that he could, just by standing upon her face, kiss the clouds; but truth and poetry are inseparable, and we are bound to believe him. - - - -  -- A Kansas hunter cured himself of an attack of indigestion by swallowing some muddy gravelly water, lie got the idea from a wild goose, in whose crop he found some gravel stones. Wild geese sometimes know more than the doctors. It was a Boston girl who asked, "Why is it that two souls, mated in the impenetrable mystery of their nativity, float by each other on the ocean currents of existence without being instinctively drawn together, blended and beautified in the assimilated alembic of eternal love 4" That is an easy one. it is because butteris forty-five cents. a pound and a good seal-skin moque costs as high as 500 dols. The necessaries of life must experience a fall in price before two souls will readily blend in the assimilated alembic and so forth.—Norristown Herald.  A San Francisco paper says A young lady who recently sent us a poem entitled, Murmurings from the Outer ITlterness,' is informed that any pecuniary assistance she can send to the widow of the man to whom we gave it to read will be gratefully received by that lady." A traveller arrived late at an hotel and asked for some spirits. "Stranger," said the landlord, "you forget, I guess, you're in the State of Maine. We've no spirits here, but we have some line lemonade." The lemonade was acceded to, brought and tasted. The lemonade was half whiskey and half water. "This is rather poweiful lembnade," said our friend. "Why, yes, it is," said the landlord; "but you see, stranger, the weather is hot, and to keep our lemonade, we are obliged to make it cruel strong."  At Hoosie Falls, N. Y., the other day, the head of an unknown man was found at the end of the railroad bridge. There was blood on the track. A search was made and tke body was found in the river with one hand and one leg missing. It is thought that the man was murdered and placed upon the track.  glisailantons nteillgtart.