Judge — December 19, 1885 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. THE MAIDEN’S ‘The time has come and we must part, The tear-drop dims mine eye. How oft I've clasped thee to my heart With joy in days gone by! wh ‘Thou cam’st to me to stay, But nothi FAREWELL, first I saw thee I was sure arthly doth endure, All things must pass aw How oft, in days forever past, My form thou hast ced! Another takes thy place at last And c! ‘round the waist. But such is life—we meet to part, In midst of change we dwell I clasp another to my breast— Old corset, emb ps me fare thee well! [Boston Courier, PUBLICATIONS. A Luexy Warr. A story for mothers, of home and school life, by Ellen E. Ken- von. 12mo. Price $1.00. New York Fowler & Wells Co., Publisher 13 Broad- way. ‘This work, with its graphic pretures of home and school life, is full of suggestion for mothers and home educators who feel the grave responsibilities of their relation to the little people entrusted in their keeping. Written in the form of an attractive story, it follows its principal actors from childhood to maturity; and, as their budding charac- ters develop under the pen of the author, we are led to observe the effects of good and bad culture upon minds of considerable nat- ural diversity. ‘The sadder pages of the book are, however, but passing shadows, and its cheerful ending will atone for them all to those young readers who may take it up for the story alone. ‘The narrative is an amusing one for those who are, directly or indirectly, interested in children, and is even adapted to the entertainment of the boys and girls themselves. A’ pernsal, we are convinced, will enlist the warmest sym- pathies of every public teacher in the well- fare of the book. Tur Missina Link. Ann Leah Fe (Mrs. Underhill). New York: Thomas | Knox & Co., 813 Broadway. In the mat- ters of typography and illustrations this vol- ume is remarkably neat. In the matter of literary contents it isa history of the won- ders of spiritualism, from the beginning of the Fox-knocks to the present. The drafts on the reader's faith will be honored or not, rding to his prepossessions—or intelli- gence, ‘To ascertain where the ‘ Missing Link * comes in requires more study, more imagination, and more readiness to” believe than falls to the share of persons who are outside of the mystic influence. COMMENDABLE ENTERPRIZE. We have received from The ‘Travelers In- surance Com| of Hartford, a copy of their new engraving, ** Representative Pi risian Journals and Jonrnalis! It is interesting and well-executed picture, shov ing tifteen of the leading newspapers of the French Capital, with the portrait of the edi- tor photograped, as it were, upon each. The Travelers has a handsome way of issuing really good engravings, advert course, in an unobtrusive way, but at the same time contributing in no. small degree tothe common stock of popular informa- | tion, As the largest Accident Company in the world, the ‘Travellers can afford this broad class of ailvertising, which creates a | favorable personal feeling toward itself | wherever its attractive art work penetrates, | than the pen.—[Ne itself, of | OYEZ! OYEZ! he field where the epleure’s sealed e's yearn with profusion, And noting the plate where the turkey's estate Reveals but an osseous protrusion, He would certainly t 2 pl At logic the veriest cobbler, Who would not have inferred that the the bird, Was indeed the most genuine gobbler nly may see— guest, not [Yonkers Gazette. Ob, why should the spirit of mortal c’er utter, One word ‘gainst the beautiful snow? When a fellow can take his best, girl in Through the city and country to go. What matter if passed the ball season When a fellow bas plenty of chink? To complain of dull times there's no reason When there's festival joy at the rink. nglers distressed Ob, why is the spirit of If the season for fishin In the fe-tiva And go fishing for oysters instead For all our ills there Tis a rule that w J stew he might now invest iss mpensation, I} work “tother way; Though editors are pleased with They still devil to p ondensation, ve the [Goodall’s Sun. Like Shylock, pound of flesh. John L. Sullivan wants his [Hatchet. A man may die with honors thick upon him, but he is more apt to dye with whis- kers on him—[N. O. Picayune. Tale bearing out of school is what made Mary's little limb unpopular ith the board of directors.—[N. 0. Picayune. “T gaess this is a kind of a ‘put up job,?” was the husband's comment as he cast his eye along the row of well-filled jars on the shelves in the cellar, the result of his wife’s labor.—[ Yonkers Gazette, ” remonstrated was letting her “Don't be a fool, my d a husband to his wife, wh jaw swing loose in the bree “T won't, Mr, Jenkins, I won't,” she answered; ** peo- ple wouldn't know us apart if I did.” "He went right down town.—[ Merchant Traveler. The Chicago Ners calls attention to a editorial by putting over it‘ Chicago’s Shame.” ‘This is an attractive heading and is suflciently startling to attract the atten- tion of the most casual reader. For years it has been understood that Chicago was de- void of shame.—[ Bloomington Eye. We learn froma reliable exchange that a good, healthy hippopotamus is “valued at $20,000, Here is an idea for the fashiona- ble girls who lead a thousand-dollar dog along Chestnut street. Geta hippopotamus and kill the other girls with envy This suggestion is thrown out without any charge. [Philadelphia Call. Shears with two blades and a spring back have been found in the tomb of an old Egyp- tian king. ‘The ‘late lamented” is sup- posed to have been the first. man who con- ducted an original humorous department: in a daily newspaper. were interred with him may be accepted as proof that they were considered more might ristown Herald. cutter” | The fact that the shears | DIVIDED LOVE. He took her trembling Love 3 Look land in his; lear one,” he cried, und tell me sweet and low, you will be my bonny br “Tn this soft hand you | Th They will be less thin naught to my | sum and substance of my i If you refuse to be my wife.” e did not blush, of draw away, ‘or did she hi But coolly. lik She stood up square to him and said. “thank you for your proffered love And all the feel: My band T give you—but my heart— T gave my pug that long ago, [Merchant Traveller her lovely head, a little man, that you show, THE LIME-KILN CLUB. During the past weck the club museum received the following relies: A skull supposed to be 12,000 years old, and to have belonged to an Indian’ princess, Any of her relatives can have the skull at any time by producing the proper indenti vers and paying the librarian & A two-inch augur which was picked up on the battle field of Lundy's Lane. — How many soldiers were killed by this deadly weapon is not known for sure, but the h- brarian has placed the number at 200 for convenience’s sake. A boot-jack dug out of a mound in Scotia, and supposed to have retired from ctive business several thousand years ago. The public-spirited citizens who forwarder the above curios will please consider them- selves thanked by a large majority. Nova ALOUT MOTTOES “T doan’ go much on mottocs an’ sich,” said Brother Gardner, as he opened the meeting on the usual degree and winked to Samuel Shin to raise the alley window, “Tonce knowed a man who sot. out in life wid de motto: * Excelsior.” He proud of it, an’ he stuck to it, an di time I saw him he was in de poo’ honse. He got so tired of luggin’ dat motto around dat he couldn't work ober three duys in de week, “T once knowed a man who had de motto: ‘Time is Money’ hung in ebery room in his house. He invariably rushed in his co’n ten days too airly, an’ den tried to aiverage up things by plintin’ his tuters twenty too late. De only oceashun when 1h even wid time was when he jumped his clock half an hour ahead. De only time when he had a decent crap was when he lay sick an’ his wife worked de truck pateh “Tonce knowed a man who carried de “A Peony ed a Penny Airned? in all his pockets, an’ no pusson eber found him wid « lar incash to his name. He was all on de save an’ nuffin on de airn, “Doan you git de ideah inter yer heads dat @ motto or a maxim am gwine ter fe an’ clothe ye an’ whoop up rent an’ doctar bills, — It’s moin de man dan in de maxim, I kin show ye fo'ty pussons in my nayburhood who sot‘on de fences all de summer an’ keep deir eyes on de maxim: ‘Industry am de Read to Wealth.’ 1 kin show ye fo’ty mo’ w ng up de motto of “ Providence will Purvide!’ and sot down fur Providence to do so. If de wife airns a dollar dat’s Providence. “Stidy work an’ fair wages, wid a domes tic wife to boss de kitchen, am = motte an maxim ‘nuff far any of us. ‘If anything fur- der is wanted let us strive to be honest, was lus’ comicbooks.com