The Potteries Examiner : — 1877-04-28 (Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England)

THE EVOLUTE LECTURE COURSE. many voices, broken now and again by a shrill laugh or cry, and were at times sensible that some ghastly bit of ANOLE ON DOMESTIC RELATIONs, Carpentry Was going on somewhere close at hand, by the Angle came upon the platform with his right hand occasional rattle of a hammer, which noises combined. iu sling and a piret of red flannel about his head. He formed but an indifferent lullaby. aaid that his horse had datnaged him somewhat the On the whole, I would, 'peaking from myown experinight preview, at which a suppressel titter was notice- ence, advise the fireside downstairs, and the soci:ty of able. and Nimble, who ie Iris neighbour, remarked in the Boots. . an Undertone that the horse must have been in the j niiss nip train of course, and take a share of the house, and that the kicks sounded like blows from a wlodewThey bring him ont, and he walks alone withbroom. a firm But Angle plutigiel at once into the heart of his lee- step. He seetus rather in a hurry and anxious for the Lure , end, and m "el the executioners are seemi oy of this ,the He said that his was is subject of the greatest im. too. He is, before we have scarcely time to take in any portance. A married man was either in misery or details, caught up by strong arms, laid on his face, blesseaness. If he was tied to a red-headed woman, strapped down, and placed in position. Then there is a like lie was. unfortunately, his life was a living pumps. pause s 1 half a moment, in which the crowd keep quite tory. Scarlet-haired women ought to be incarcerated still, and the great knife comes down with a sueden chop for life hi some dungeon , they were born to curse that is rather dreadful to listen to, and the basket or merited existence, and— box, I forget which, catches something—the man's Here the speaker was interrupted by Deacon Bright, besawho requested him to " give 'eat tits,- for, as he had I thought this business mock better managed than a such a partner. he knew how it was himself. "banging" is done here, and notably one I was present "Yes, a curse to married life"' cried Angle, warm- at sonic twenty years ago outside Neergate. The coning up with his subject. "Do I not know one woman demned man thenwas a stage carpenter at the Princess's who dyed her red locks to n glossy black, and cauglat an I Theatre, who had killed his wife. unsnseeetine youth whose very existence is a curse e 1 He had attempted suicide and cut his throat, but had Do I mot know a daughter of Belial who poisons the , not cut it enough, +ma woven the day of his execution fonnt of love at which her hneband loves to drink by 1 in apparently no weak and helpless a state, that the her rascally gift of gab : Where is married lite to I process of pinioning, seemed scarcely necessary, and the pluck one rose of love that dm, not possess a thorn big straps were but slackly buckled. A short drop, too, was as a crow bsr ? Echo answers 'where.' only used, so that when the bolt was drawn and the trap " Man ant woman must have the same tastes to keep fell, the victim s body was visible. They brought him the well spring of domestic relations pure. When the , out upon a chair, in • limp, lolling attitude; and, as snen likes potatoes fried, she must mot prefer theta I well sat could make out, the chair was placed upon the Aired with onions, and get them up after her style- I trap, ant fell through when the body fell. that breeds discord in the family circlet it is one of the I There was a moment's pause, in which the mob first steps towards hatred, and a dish of potatoes has seemed altogether te give a great gasp, and then the often unveiled domestic relations to the vulgar gaze of i niglitcap.covered head rolled from side to side—and the bench an bar. In such an emergency yield your point I arms—loose from the elbow—clutched frantically at the and declare you do not like the bivalve. . air, while at the same moment the thin black legs were "Taste does much evil work around the hearth. You I twitched um from elbow and planted on the extreme go home at night through rain and mud, ~,,d &pooh I edge of the trap, round which they hopped and wriggled your hoots before the stove. They umy alight on the 'in a manner horribly grotesque. cat, or upon your wife's dress. 11 your tastes are eon. , A momentary shudder thrilled through the spectagenial she will keep her mouth shut, and let the boots ' TOM and then a volley of groans and hisses burst forth, remain where you have gently ',laced them. But she is in the midst of which an arm was seen to rise through likely to growl, and pitch them into the hick yard. i the trap and feel for the capering legs, and drag them This is but a :natter of taste ; but it breeds discord in , down, the family. I bane found it 80 On my own hearth, and t Then this Dance of Death was done, no doubt many tongues in this 110 Use tonight could, if i Though, by the way. I should not, perhaps, have in. they would, make a like confession." I eluded that of Bousetield under the head of Sudden ' That is true !" said Bare, the new postmaster, and Endings. Saurruers of approbation ran around the house. • •b Lastly," said Angle, " mothers.indaw send the : sorest arrow of discord :it domestic relations. They are Tug REPRESENTATION Or