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172 HUM OF THE COURT. THE DOCTORS think, with Mr. Patrick Hooligan, that W. Bishop was dead but wasn’t sinsible of it. THE OUTINGS given by John Starin to old soldiers, newsboys, etc., are first-rate from stem to Starin, DUDE in Cincinnati was presented with a baby’s - rattle-box, and he was more rattled about it than the was. ‘T WILL be said of Sitting Bull after his departure that, outside of his fire-water, he was never made to pull in his horns. CHARITY is lending to the Lord, and what an amount of interest will accrue from it through the centuries of unrecorded time! TO BE CURED by the faith-cure you must have faith ; but as that is not a purchasable or easily acquired article you had better remain well as long as you can, HE TROUBLE in prohibition states is not the lack of supply or the means to get at it, but the feeling of the drinker that he is a sneak and the horrible quality of the poison. T OUGHT to be only ordinary politeness to offer a lady the undivided half of your umbrella during a storm; but the trouble is that her suspicions are almost as abominable as the offerer's intentions. THE METHODS to temperance and the purity of the ballot-box are so foolish and corrupt that we are obliged, as a choice between evils, to let the old systems remain; and on the whole they are good enough for me.— DB. Hill, THE ROUT OF A CAMERA-FIEND. Mk, Daurate (lo entire stranger) —"' Beg pardon, but would you mind turning your head aJittle 7” Miss Crisp—"'I think that as T have evidently turned yours that will answer for to-day.” ONE FAULT. T TAKES catastrophes to bring out men and women, and there was as IS TALL, genteel, and haughty, Comme it faut, and rising forty, much heroism at Johnstown as occurred in any five battles of the war. But for the war we should never have heard of Grant, and but for Johns- ‘And in mailers epicurean be can take the f0WN we should have had a fainter idea of heroism than we have now. gilded cake. He's refined in dress and feeling, Can take his wine sans reeling, T MAY be hoped, we think, that the financial part of the centennial business will be settled before the next centennial; but the quarrels ‘But he wil” pronounce the name of * Bach" ing this period of patriotism, peace, and good will are likely to bring as iC t were spelled * Bake.” I war on the part of our too sensitive and secretive descendants. THE VALOR with which Kilrain and Sullivan are fighting their coming battle may be gratifying, s that so exhaust themselves with howling that they are never able to come to the scratch, ME be a duke” is, according to the Evening Sun, the prayer of most of our gilded youth, Well, if that is the case the tender ness so called would be vastly wiser if it prayed, “Let me remain an ass.” F IT is true, as alleged, that Samuel J. Randall has the Democratic tiger by the tail, Mr. Randall presently going to be clawed into infinitesimal les, and he will have a tangible funeral only by virtue of his protection record. NEW YORK is the metropolis of charity as well as business, and no suffering people ever ap- pealed to her in vain; and, after all, how much bet- ter it is to save the living than to give monuments and arches to the dead, who can get along very well without them. E STORY comes early this year, numerous and powerfully devel oped ; but we observe a tendency to be inaccurate in the fact that some of the reptiles have rattles enough to run beyond the mouth and make a noise in the far-off ravine. The number of the rattles need not be diminished, but the snake must be more than twenty feet long, v Yea a \ Yj, On t Yer)" | AN ONE MORE FAKE. Poor man! how did you lose your leg ?” fling the quarter) —"* It got stolen,” Stolen?" ‘es, marm ; lifted,” comicbooks.com