The Herald of Wales and Monmouthshire Recorder. — 1885-07-04 (Swansea, West Glamorgan, Wales)

DITABDUST.  OUT OF LOVE AND OUT OF DEBT. Of happy men, the happiest yet Is he that's out of love and debt. Who owes no kiss to womankind, Who has no dims to craze his mind; With heart and thought and conscience free, Where is there man more blest than he? 'Out of love and out of debt,' Motto none will e'er regret. To all surroundings reconciled, He sleeps as sweetly as a child; By neither love nor debt distrested His dreams but glorify his rest;' He never dreads the more to see, For days with days in peace agree, "Out of love and out of debt,' Motto none will e'er regret. Who's had his share of debt and love Knows what's the peace they rob him of ; ,And once relieved of love and debt, Hmslavery never can forget, No longer will he bend the knee But sing the peeing of the free. "Out of love and out of debt,' Motto none will e'er regret. For all the bliss that love can give. 'There's more of woe than love to live ; He plucks the perfect, thornless rose, Who, honouring manhood, no man owes, No love, no debt, all ! there's the key Of life for him who'd happy be "Out of love and out of debt,' Motto none will e'er regret.  lathe German army suicide is rendered reasonably sure, by eentencing to death every soldier who attempts it. When worthy men quarrel, only one of them may be faulty at first, but, if strife continue long, commonly both become guilty.—(Fullei). The,e are no persona more solicitous about the perservation of rank than those who have no rank at all.— (Shenstone). " Have another oyster—they are real natives." "Native. indeed !" was the wry.faced reply ; "ihe last I had was a settler." Thom is no policy like politeness ; and a good manner is the beet thing in the world, either to get a good name, or supply the want of it.— ,Bulwer). A Quaker, once hearing a per-on tell how n.uch he ban felt for another who was in dist"es, aud needed assistant*, drily asked him,' Friends h at thou felt in thy pocket for him ?" "Is geuius hereditary r asked a scientific NERO aOLILOL journul. An editor replies—"We have not time Cur, that God to investigate, but we are inclined to thir.lc it Who sprinkles from above ill, g.ft of Arty is. At all events our youngsters are wonderOn every one but me Wlit use is there fully mint" In being Emperor, if, like plebeians, I I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Must bear the ills of vaiure, and submit Beersheba, Red cry, 'tie all barren—and so it is, To worries and to suffer Hg, of ail kinds ? Cursed be all.rnen who sleep at peace this night, and so is he Weflq et; him who will not culWhile I, their Emperor must toil up and d .wu ante the fruit it ygerg. This terrace seeking risk, watching the stare, A mendicaut approa died amen oft the Clire; Whose myriad lights grow pale at the approach I the other day an I have lost my Of morning. Ai., the very movn itself leg," to which the maa replied, as he hurried Sinks to its rest behiLd the e 0 did hill. , y But mine eyes cannot elo-e ! Eli be revenged. away "M dear friend, I have not seen any. All such as shall to.moi row meek me with thing of it. Fresh faces, chewing that they have had their fill 'Hallo, Jones! I'm glad to see you!" Jones Of quiet sleep—why—l will have them killed, pretending nit to recognise Smith, for fear he'd None but the weary-looking now shall live, tap him for a loan :—"My dear air, you have Oh, that the light of morning would bet come the advantage of me." "Yes, most anyone bits And kill the 06101 colour of the 111(032, who possesses ordinary intelligence." That makes the shadows take fantastic shapes To frighten me Ha, there !—'cu cone again! "Sir," eahran exasperated Irish judge to awit'Twat nothing I I can breathe. 'Twas but the wind, nese who refused to avower the questions tont to That moved a bough and made the shadows dines, him—'Sir, this is a contempt of court.' "I And yet methought I saw my mother's ghost know it, my lord, but I was endeavouring te That beckoned to me. I'll think ef other things, conceal it," was the ine-istible reply. ILy knees are trembling; I'll it down awhile. Oh, lovely moon, about to sink to rest— An lnthetnous lady at Deadwood tried to o; en Hear me, oh, hear me! Come and lie with ma t a can of nitro.glyc tine with a hatchet, and Upon my silken couch. G me, Artemis, when she alighted about nine miles down the Deny me not, but let me in thee arms Cheyenne road she said she never was more Find rest aid sleep! Leave me not thus alone surprised in all her life. Or I'll go mad. Ha, there l—what move,? het thou, My Dolabella? A timid young man has married a lady whose rra closely upon two hundred pounds. —The Emperor's Wish. By Fairfax L. Cartwright, weight ve 11 4 "Myikar. he says to her, "shall I help you over the fence ?" 'No," she says to him, "help the A CLOTHELEek