Widnes Examiner. — 1884-09-20 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

PRINTERS' INE.—As an inducement to advertisers, the Rusk County (TeX.) News reminds them that the paper advertised for rain in its last issue, and no sooner had I it been circulated than the showers came. An old lady in a steamboat asked the man who came to collect the fares if there was any danger of being blown up, as the steam made such a horrid noise ?" "Not the least," said the sharp collector, "unless you refuse to pay your fare." It is no man's business whether he has genius or not; work he must, whatever he is, but quietly and steadily; and the nature' and enforced results of such work will be always the things that God meant him to do, and will be his best. What seems to grow fairer to me as life goes by is the love, and grace, and tenderness of it; not its wit, and cleverness, and grandeur of knowledge—grand as knowledge is—but just the laughter of little children, and the friendship of friends, and the cosy talk by the fireside, and the sight of flowers, and the sound of music.—John Richard Green. When William H. Crawford was Secretary of the Treasury he wrote to the collector at Mobile, Silas Dinsmore, to ascertain the length of the river Tombigbee, which request he worded to this effect: " How far does the Tombigbee run up?" To which the laconic collector replied, "The Tombigbee does not run up at all, it runs down ;" and was by the return mail dismissed from office. Perhaps a gentleman is a rarer man than some of us think. Which of us can point out many such in his circle —men who.e aims are generous, whose truth is constant, and not only constant in its kind but elevated in its degree; whose want of meanness makes them simple, who can look the world honestly in the face with an equal manly sympathy for the great and the small ?—Thackeray. ' PICKING OUT A HUSBAND,—CapeIIa and Ivens, in their recent two years' exploration in Central Africa, made a matrimonial match in a novel and expeditious way. They I had in their caravan the young widow of one of their carriers who died on the march. Capella observed one day that the girl was looking very forlorn and dejected. He asked her if she'd like to marry again. She said she had no objections. That afternoon, when they halted for the day, the explorer announced to the 50 or 60 carriers, "The nice young widow whom we have with us says she is willing to marry again Now, all you men who have no wives, and who would like to have her for a wife, fall in line." The white men were highly amused to see every unmarried carrier in the camp fall into line with alacrity. "Now, ray girl," said Capella, " make your choice carefully, and be sure and pick out the man you like best." The girl walked down the line, and the explorers say it was highly diverting to see the solemn and anxious aspects of most of the men as she looked them over and deliberated on her choice. She took her pick, and the happy couple were pronounced man and wife in ehort order. THE ENDURANCE OF ARAD HoasEs.—llere is a story told to me by a man of the tribe of Jebel.. I give his own words :—" I had come into the Tell (a most fertile district I—the1—the granary, in fact, of the Sahara) with my father and the people of my tribe to buy corn. It was in the time of IYarictio. the Pasha Ali. The Arban had had some terrible quarrels • with the 'narks; and as it Was their interest for the moment Of all virtuer, magnanimity is the rarest. There are a to feign a complete submission in order to obtain an amnesty hundred persons of merit far one who willingly acknow- for the past, they agreed to win over by presents of money ledaes it in another.— W. Hazlitt. the Pasha's suite, and to send to himself not merely a cornThere is a alee-ture in contemplating good; there is great mon animal ae was customary, but a courser of the highest pleaeura in receiving gocel ; but the greatest pleasure of all ' distinction. It was a misfortune, but it was the will of is doing good, which comprehends the rest. Allah, and we were forced to resign ourselves. The choice Resolve not to be poor. Whatever you have, spend less, fell upon a mare, 'Gray Stone of the River,' known through' Poverty is a great enemy to human happiness. It certainly ' out the Sahara, and the property of my father. He was destroys liberty, and it makes some virtues impracticable , informed that he must hold himself in readiness to set out and others extremely difficult. I with her on the morrow for Algiers. After the evening When people wish they had wealth in order to be good prayer my father, who had taken elite not to make any re. with it they commonly mean they would like to have AO mark, came to me and said, • BereZyan, art thou thyself much money that they could give freely without feeling it. today? Wilt thou leave thy father in a strait, or wilt Bat whet venerosity is there in that? thou make his faceted?' lam nothing but your will, my Baron Reichenbech declares that sleeping with the head lord.' I replied. 'Speak, and if I obey not your commands, pointed &Let and the feet wost is tantemount to committing it will be because lam vanquiehed by death.' * Listen. ' suicide. Well, if the Baron ever noticed a boy eleep with These children of Pin seek to take my mare in the hope of his head bearing south-east, half east, one leg due north and settling their affairs with the Sultan—my gray mare, I say, the °thee bearing northmast as far as the knee, and then 1 which has always brought goal fortune to my tent, to my heading due west, the left arm sonth by west to the elbow children, and the camels; my gray mare, that was foaled on and thence northwest, and the right arm eaetmorth-east, I the day that thy youngest brother was born! Speak! he would taandon all his theories about north and south Wilt thou let them do this dishonour to my hoary beard? sleeping. Is there any creature healthier than a boy sleep- The joy and happiness of the family are in thy hands. ing or waking.? Lieth a boy awake all night with troubled Mordjana (such was the name of the mare) has eaten her dreams and enemy thoughts? Go to the slag, thou ant, ! barley. If thou art of a truth my eon, go and sup, take thy and, learn te take things slow and easy, without reference to weapons, and then at earliest nightfall flee far away into the points of the compass. \the desert with the treasure dear to us all.' Without REMISSNt SS OF