The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1876-11-04 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

THE FJOD OF THE SURVIVORS OF THE STRATHMORE. —At this time the food we lived upon was young and Old albatross; the young ones gave more eating than the old, being large, heavy birds, with a beautiful white down upon them about three inches long. They Sat in mete built In the grass shout a foot from the  ground, one yotmg one'in each nest. Another bird that we lired upoii wee what we_ sailed the "molly tures through whist* ets could come Into the room. Ile then made preparation* for bghting a charcoal fire but, before applying a match, patted on the wall, just opposite the creditor', eyes, a paper thus laconically worded. "Tale notice that we died of our own will." "What are you doing ?" etclaimed the creditor, uneasily. " Your society would render life intolerable, Bo we are going to commit suicide together," answered Tiznothe, tranquilly. The creditor decamped.  A story is told of a young American who, while sojourning in Paris, invited two young ladies to accompany him to the theatre. He secured three seats, and drove to the house of his friends, half hoping that one was indisposed, so that his felicity might be unbounded. The two were awaiting him, and th ir mother as well, who kindly Invited herself to chaperon the party, and intimated that her daughters could under DO circumstances go without her. There was no help for it. The four crowded into the carriage. No fourth seat could be obtained adjacent to the three already secured, or even on the same tier, and during three long acts the three ladies eat in a box, while the young American gazed at them with feelings unutterable from his seat in the paraquez. The drama over, only cabs with room for two could be Obtained to convey the party home. Here -ma a dilemma—which young lady should he select as his vat) companion? They were both charming, and the matter was difficult to decide. The old lady settled it, however, to her satisfaction, if to the annoyance of the American. Hortense and Sophie, you go in this cab. Monsieur and I will follow you in the next. The young gentleman thinks that French social customs are barbarous. WIIAT IS LOVE?—" What is love, Nanny P.' asked a minister of one of his parishioners, alluding, of course, to the word in its scriptural sense. "Hoot, fye, sir," answered Nanny, blushing to the e'enholes, "dinna ask me sic a daft-like question. I'm sure ye ken as weel as me that love', just neat to cholera. Love is just the worst inside complaint for a lad or lassie to have."  It was abut two o'clock on Friday morning that Mrs. Maguire, thinking she heard a noise in the kitchen, crept out of bed and to that room, to see if it was not Maguire, who hid been expected for several hours. On reaching the kitchen she found her lord and master sitting on the floor, with his new silk hat between his knees, and in that hat several dried herrings and about two quarts of water. Maguire was eyeing the mixture with profound gratification. "Peter Maguire," screamed the lady, "what are you doing P' "Me ?" in. quired Mr. Maguire, with a look of surprise. "Why, Matildy, I'm (hic) starting n aquarium for you at Christmas."