Judge — February 23, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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Answers to Correspondents. * Honors,” Jopor Harte. — You Tur s two natures, the comic and the sad. But this is not odd, in view of like realities tieties developed in the bi men of letters, For instance, v ton, author of t An: extremely facet morbidly gloomy an was one of the most brilliant and humorous of asso- ciates; that Heron wrote “The Comforts of Human under peculis are right nid contra aphies of prominent are told that Bur jomy of Melanel was sin conversation; thy ron, misanthropic in Life” in a pris cumstances, wh of Human Li drawing-room, where the auth on the cont ‘The Miseries Beresford, was compose ir was surrounded by all that wealth could supply or luxury demand that He is said to have had si aversion to music that he could n upon to walk the banks although he is said, at the lads; that Seneca w erty, on a table of solid that § han tbe urmuring brook, to have sung his own bs of por 1 with millions out a most selfish at usury an, ex his sympathies over who so eloquently declai ness of his good cause, fas repeal cused in the Senate of public Stecle wrote excellently albeit himself a besotted drunkard son politeness are . set and 1 Y. habitual debaucheries; that on temperance, Imirable 1 don't under were common cha loquies; that Young, whose cies are evidenced by his jety a brisk, lively m rers with pueril was in n, con. puns, the same poet's favorit of worldly things, while his and riches; that Bacon, with 1 tellect and apparent benevolence servilely ambitious of place r and while teaching morals we find bribes; that More, in his “Utopia,” declares t no man should be punished for his religious b yet was he an his own; that we pen versions of the Psa ferment; him taki of the oppo same most infamous y Cowper, who passed so many dark days of re devoting the hours of the n the mirth.moving story « why farther And now, paraph Blame not Tur: Where pleasure lies carelessly smiling at pain; but in stormier hours wodkin on red fields of slain. He was born to amus Might have wieldes Justerts."—Thanks; but we are overstocked with contributions of the same character and as yours. We return your MS. by quested. '—There isa delicate bud of effort" which leads us to ble in the future, When let Tae: Jeper hear promise in look for some your from you a; Wien two young ladies kiss e: other they fulfill a gospel injunction. They are doing to one another as they would men should do unto them. When an oculist, on the other hand, examines a patient's eye, or a dentist clears a victim’s mouth of stum and replaces them with ‘th five dollars a set,” they a Mosaic law, which teaches: eye and a tooth for a tooth.” tyle, twenty. e following the n eye for an THE JUDGE. Fonp Fra Maupe.—*‘ OhT The Ghost of the Distillery. He was a supercilious clerk, Inu Kentucky distil And every evening after dark He vould “talk to the gullery He talked of more than he had read, Of pol ics and philosoy Did this ¢ One early eve [the naughty scamp} The United State: stuck, Thick with s twelve inch stamp On this barrel head, for luck. Discussi majority, ‘To the princ In the pmoth Cave, hered the crowd, but no one dared T iting seat, ase of that sticky, sticky snare, Alihough it looked so neat, Till the distillery clerk arrived, When he sat down there, And much pleasure he derived, On his comfortable chair. Oht Vanity, vanity oft dost the ‘Thy commands make us obey h discretion, with courtly bow, Vainly asks us to fling away The crowd dispersed, the eve grew night, t grow early morn, fingered Aurora’s light ed another day was born But the shutters on the office door Were very tightly shut, And no one walked the office floor; Where is that clerk’s mighty struty “T say my dear, don't you worship the very ground I walk on?” should if you only owned it.” ask of the empty jeans ‘That flopped in the mornin, Lashing that barre! like f Cau awful snare to! ask the hack side street, Of the breechless ghost that dashed ‘The night before, with clashing Faster than the Ii Ask the brerchleas ghost Of that Kentucky distillery That again shall neve Or “talk tot 3 No more shall talk of what he'd read, Of politics ilosophy; boast, e jeans are arrel head, Where is the clerk of the distillery? ipercillious clerk, jost that haunts the distillery, y evening after dark, Md “talk to the gallery.” He sould talk of more than he had read, sophy; on a barrel head, This ghost of the distillery B. Miss Murvity, a schoolmistress of Fort Worth, Texas, came near being poisoned by a box of candy bearing the name of a friend. Arsenic sufficient to poison a dozen persons | was found in the candy, which proves con- |clusively that the friend was a fiend. An- | other teacher, one Mrs. Askeome, of Fosto- ia, Oreg., has been so persecuted with anon- ymous letters, threatening her life, that the whole town has been aroused and policemen stationed about the school building to pro- tect her. She remains calm, attending to her daily duty of teaching. Says ‘she is not conscious of having any enemies; if she knew who they were she would Askome what they meant.” comicbooks.com