The Weekly Gazette for Middlesbrough, Stockton, Hartlepool and Cleveland District. — 1883-02-03 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

MUSTARD AND CRESS. (By ' Foss-eller " in The Referee.) Mr Gladstone * enjoying himself at Cannes, but he can't go to sleep properly yet. The vaso-motor change does not occur, consequently there is no contraction of -the arterioles, and the gedriccid calibre of these vessels being nnmaintained, forty winks is the limited veriod of the Gladstonian slumber. 'Going to sleep with some people is not a difficult process, although, perhaps, it would be if they knew. about the vaso-motor business and the arterioles pAtgramme which has to be gone through. Mr 'Gladstone is strongly advised to forget everybody and everything cennected with politics if he wishes to regain ins health, and- the Lancet has a significant hint in the following words Those whose presence must needs recall thoughts from which.his mind ought te be kept clear will show their regard most gracefully by leaving the Premier at peace." This is a gentle hint to little Randolph, who is in the neigfSfj bonrhood, not to go popping his head in at theil, windows of the Chateau Scott and saying " Yah I" jukt as William has put a handkerchief over his head and began to snore in the easy chair. It is not true that the members of the Fourth Party have in furtherance of 'their scheme to kill the have, engaged an organ. grinder to play outside the Chateau Scott-whenever a confederate inside-gives a (signal that the grand old man is dronping off. " 1111*.Y._irte Club' Ina been started by sawn. beg men end gentlemen. Its object is to enable noblemen and gentlemen to obtain wines and spirits at cost price for their home , consumption. Whether the noblemen and gentlemen will take their bottles of claret and whisky borne from the dub-in their pockets the prospectus does not say. Among the notabilities advertised as psalms I observe the name of Ifrd Wolseley of Cairo. I am strongly under the preseion that in Mr Frederick Sherlock's excellent work Sir Garnet. figures prominently as to "illustrious abstaine •Illustrious abstinence and the patronage ofworgiftrice, liquor clubs for the nobility and genboture surely incongruous . positions. I shall explicit to see a club started to supply the nobility and gentry_with tone and yellow soap at cost price. These are hard times! That was a terrible case the other day of the poor old woman who stole a piece of beef, repented, took it back, and was given into custody and sent to prison. In this instance an investigation showed how sorely the poor starving creature had been tempted-how her mind had . been unhinged by sorrow and starvation; end eke wee released. Ilutn many cases doessa peo; devil who yields to the sudden temptati • getliis or her story sifted ? I saw an emaci wretch seize a lotti the other day evil rush away with it. He was pursued by a howling drowd, knocked down, kicked, and almost torn to pieces before the police secured him. A Man Jaunt seems to cell all the latent savagegy of the rougher population into play. . A HAN Holm.Step thief 1.-there he goes— He • tting likes deer ; heels the crowd close In pursuit with a cheer?' Hiralley, down street,' Bound tne corners like mad ; Hewtibggers—he's beat— we^ him down. Bravi4 lad. He's down in the mutt,rilow they clutch at biers's., l They've hurt him; the blood" Trickles down on the Sage. Poor devil! How whitem -Is his-face--and his eyes' • Are starting outright, = And he gasps and he criee--: • nest me go, In God's namei 'Let me go, if you're men. I-know I'm to blame, >l'm a thief—well, but then • * DI the first time, I swear, And the loaf jay inside Of the shop over there With the door open wide. "I've a wife at death's door, *Lying hungry and cold On a bare garret Boor, With a babe week old.  presentl; tkeaFtlistan  And t-lio raved for a crust; We were starving, I say. Let me go, men, you must-. 0, don't take me away I H Don't hurt me, I'm ill ! Ali, sir, 'twat your bread. Tam; forgive me—you will, 'Taintthe prison Idread I but, 0 God, she—my wife, art that garret alone With the her life 'That I ask—not my own. "If ..you'd.heard her moans thathe fever, and cry, Anityou hadn't been stone, 'You'd have done just as Bun out in the street lac a madman, and said, 'lf I steal the dull eat4' Anda stole—just this bread.  0, don't bwi my wrist*, 'TO go—yet, IT go, Vince no pity exists In your hearts for my woe. God have mercy this night On a woman who lies *tin MO with hunger and fright • While the law claims its pee r 'All this at be goes He stammers and shouts, 84f-blind with the blows Of the loafers and louts Who have beaten him down With a-bloodthirsty glee-For the scum of the town Call a Man Hunt "a spree." The station at last He's thrust in with an oath, And the doors are made fast • 'Gainst the erowilowbo are 10th To abandon their game While the scent is so strong. Such an ending is tame To the man-hunting throng. Shall yre pause and take breath And turn back from the crush, Or be in at the death Wben the law &time its Waal, This fox tilled himself- Hanged himself In his cell; For VIE Pitiful Pelf „ otssiesd Use Suicides WI.  East, rendered reckless by what they in their ignorance regard as hass.h and unreasonable treatment, have rejected. workhouse asylo,and found their way into a prison instead.