Judge — June 2, 1894 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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SAT SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. [ NSTRUCTION is but an incidental part of education. To educate is to unfold, and to instruct is to enfold. Longing for the future has its pendent in regret for the past. Imagination is what makes a butterfly of the grub called obser- vation, No one knows the right way so well as one who has once been misled. To enjoy one’s work is no less necessary than to enjoy the definite result of it. Emergencies occasion substitutes, and nature is the first adept’ in the art of substitution. It must be an unusual and peculiar case which can require a per- son to so far forgive and forget an injury as to place himself in a position to invite a repetition of the offense. ATHRINE GxOS}RAX. A NARROW ESCAPE, BROWN SAYS THAT HIS BABY CAN WALK Now, COULDN’T FORGET THEM. ++ ]MJARY." said the sick man to his wife when the doctor pronounced it a case of small-pox, “if any of my creditors call, tell them that I am at last in a condition to give them something.” SHANTYTOWN AMENITIES. Mrs, O'Ballyowen —“ Hov yiz heard th’ news, Mrs. Dooley? A durthy haythin Chinayzur av th’ name av Gin Sling hov opened a larndhry on th’ sicond rock furninst. Bad ‘cess t’ ‘im! A-takin’ th’ washin’ out av honest women’s mout's! Begob, it’s fallin’ aff av thim same rocks Oi'm hopin’ he'll be; an’ fractherin’ his opium int!" FIFE AND DRUM. ** Lwill make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore ‘shall the people praise thee for ever and ever."—Psauats, XLV. 17- WIEN the wild canary warbles as he teeters on the breeze, ‘An’ the fiel'-lark in the clover-patch pipes up the bumble-bees, An’ you hear the blue-birds singin’ in the sky with high delight, ‘Ne i An’ the robins in the cherry-trees begin to claw an’ fight, An’ you watch ‘em chase each other, jawin’ like they always will, ‘Then it makes you feel just like you was the same old bad boy still "At used to dream o’ kettle-drums an’ a fifer no one sees, ‘When the wild canary warbles as he teeters on the breeze. Manet —'* Ob, George! see me lift this fifty-pound Oh, “* The girl I left behind me” melts the frost out of my hair, An’ though somewhat thick 0” hearin’ yit I ketch the sweet old air, An’ I kiss my finger-tips to her an’ act as if I'm glad, While I whistle, sing an’ cheer to keep us both from feelin’ bad. ‘Then I hear the screamin’ of the fife an’ rattle of the drums, An’ it's ‘* Yankee Doodle come to town,” an’ Yankee Doodle comes Where the rebel bullets sing and sting like swarms of angry bees, When the wild canary warbles as he teeters on the breeze. ‘Then the tender winds ‘Il whisper to the wounded locus’-blooms, ‘An’ the pinks an’ roses shiver at the roll of muffled drums, An’ the fifers play the dead march,"* an’ the’s blossoms ever'where, Then the’s sorrow in the music, but the’s glory in the air, ‘An’ your talk gits loose an’ shaky, but your heart is full of brag, COMMON PITRASE! An’ your feelin’s is all tattered like the dear old battle-flag, “The late Mr. Smith,” ‘An’ your comrades just look at you as they give your hand a squeeze, Grorce ( five minutes later)—"*And to think When the wild canary warbles as he teeters down the breeze. that in another week she would have been my kpwin s. norxins, wife !” A VALUABLE COACII. Jute Varrs (the coach, vociferously)—"' Take a lead off dat fust base, Kelly; take plenty er room, yer ain't chained ter de bag. Git back! g-i-t b-a-c-k! Yure all rite, now watch dat pitcher! Play way off secon’ dere, Casey, de ketcher dasn’t trow down, an’ dat secon’ baseman cudden’t ketch er flock er balloons if dey wuz handed ter ‘im. Good eye dere, Swipesey, at de bat—good waiter, dere; watch dat ‘in cuoive’ an’ make im cut de plate—plank er in de lef" garding w’en “e puts er over de—Now yer off, Kelly ! now yer off, ol” man—s- comicbooks.com