Judge — March 21, 1885 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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tastes disincline them to forego the luxuries of civilization, extremely willing to make a raid on Canada. While disposed to encourage a very exten- sive emigration of the former kind to the Soudan, and while fully confident of the ability of our friends, the Canadians, to deal with those of tie other way of thinking, yet we must not forget that these turbulent idiots are in our asylum —that many of them have assumed the rights and duties of American citizens—a fact which they are ever ready to urge when they are laid by the heels for treasonable practices abroad, And having vecome American citizens, they have no more right to levy war on England than Ilenry Ward Beecher has to bombard Ply- mouth Church, or Carl Schurz to blow up Kaiser Wilhelm and Bismarck, And having accepted American nationality merely for the sake of the immunity it confers, these people should be made to toe the mark and respect American law und that international law of which our own isa part. Sympathy for Ireland is sadly ont of date now, and has been used as a scare-crow to warn off scruti- ny from the trath long enough. — Ireland has had many favors in the last few years in the way of loans, remission of rents, and special legislation and tribunals, and the landlords there have now more reason to complain than ever the tenants had, — It is well that this should be understood once for all, and that a sentimental grievance, handed down from the last generation, but which has no longer any force, should be definitely exploded. A xemper of colored oystermen have been drowned in Chesay Bay lately. ‘The ery of the oyster now is ** Give us another half dozen raw. “ Burs, did T understand you to say that your girl's family are high kickers “Well, the old man 1s, and I have been informed that the boys want to be.” Stra have h Chie fore you is only s sen—“Ts that the great tunnel I ard so much about?” O no, what you s young lady gaping.” M vvery—'‘ He do get drunk, sir, and beat and abuse me awful.” Good Clergyman—* But you must be patient. Remember he is your husband, and the Bible saya if we love our enemies and do good to them, we will heap coals of fire on their head.” Mrs, Navvery— Well, sir, I never went as far as that, but I have tried boiling water. «*Worti makes the man,” said Pope, and maybe he did in Pope’s time, but the Worth of the present day has gone into better busi- ness and makes up nothing but women, and some of his “creations” are topping ‘ones, and don’t you forget it. Now there’s Mrs. Langtry. “Some-one says that anything she lacks in merit, she makes up in Worth, But trade is dull this season, and many a loving | y | but I gave Baby Brother heaps of them. husband and when he sees his comely young daughter absolute! father must suffer a keen pang wife and his fair Worth-less, A FINANCIAL CONUNDRUM. Will it be a Total Eslirse? Time and Beauty. Time met Beauty one day Whe Time and Beauty were in her garden roses were blooming fair; ever good friends, she wondered what brought bim there. Poor Beauty exclaimed, with her prettiest air, I request, Father Time, my sweet roses you'll spare, 1 Time was going to mow them all down: ty exclaimed, with her killi fie, Father Time! A Time. est frown, “at least let me gather es here to be always sup] With such roses the whole of the year, Poor Beauty f in despair, And Time, a , begs k of her hair; And, and as he stole the soft rin: bright, He vowed ‘twas for love, but she knew “twas for Oh fie, Father Time! Time went on and left Beauty in tears— He's a tell-tale the world well knows; So he boasted to all of the fair lady's fall, And showed the lost ringlet and rose. to find her fair fame Was ruined, though she was in no.wise to blame, That she drooped like some flower that's plucked from it vexed wus poor Beauty And her friends all n Oh fie! Father Tin ysteriously said, “It istime; Mama—‘ Johnny, where are those ugly | green candies, they will make you sick and die if you eat them. I hope’ you minded mama and did not touch them.” Johnny—* No. Mama, / did not eat them, If he don’t die soon, T guess Lean stand them.” | Mama in hysterics when we went to press, A Tale of Irish Life. It was a large, well fenced sloped gently down to the ban! field, and sof a beauti- | ful ri Many fields in Ireland are nof well fe 80 it is important to men but there was nothin, pecially remark- able about it, save its sole inhabitant, whose unsociable tastes, eccentric habits, and fero- cious temper made him an object of terror and hatred to the whole neighborhood. Children returning from school, women going to and from the market, even stout, hardy men, pursuing their daily avocations, shunned the place, and our hero was left in that perpetual solitude which seemed to con- stitute Ais ideal of Of course, there w legends about him. din his youth he had been gentle and tractable enough, until all that was wot hi been aroused by am: spirit, which, under the guide of an echo from the river, irritated Aim perpetually by on this one was; | derisively repeating every exclaimation ie gave vent to. Be this ‘us it may, de was shunned by all his neighbers, and given a wide berth by ‘every sing traveler, Judge, therefore, the horror that was felt by all when poor, “simple,” Paddy Horan was seen leisurely crossing by the long disused path- way. Of course he was perceived by the savage inmate, and hotly pursued with angry shouts and wild gesticulations, Simple though he was, Paddy had sense enough to know that his best and only of safety lay in rapid flight. He took it. But, though he was a swift runner, his pursuer rapidly gained on him, until he conld feel his warm breath at his very back. At last he reached the gateway that lead to the comicbooks.com