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JUDGE HE KNEW. S8\YVJHAT is the use of the north pole?” asked Mrs. Spudds, after reading of an Arctic expedition. “The use of the north pole >" repeated Mr. Spudds. “ Why, my dear, if there were no north pole there would be no Arctic ex- : ploration and conse- eve tas ren os quently no relief ex- First hand leads. Second hand low. Third hand high. —_—_—peditions.”” “WHIST ACCORDING TO HOYLE.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. CONSEQUENCES are the gods’ avengers. ‘The sword is the stock that blossoms in the sceptre and the crown. The transmission of an idea is an inoculation from brain to brain. It is impossible to say what floating idea may take lodgment in the brain or what transformation it may effect. Just how much of the fence is my neighbor's and how much of it mine is a question which has never yet been definitely settled. The responsibility of a person's education rests principally upon his ancestors before he is born and principally upon himself afterward. If thou hast a friend among tailors say not unto him when you meet on the street, “ Here, make me a coat, or a frock”; but go to the stranger and pay him his fee. For sake of thy friendships? Aye !—and for sake of thy back. Two good deeds ought to obliterate the memory of one bad one, but they do not. They may neutralize it for a time, as a strong, pleasant odor for the moment covers a foul one; then the evil thing re-asserts itself and poisons the atmosphere and the memory. eATHRINE GROSIRAN, WHAT DID SHE MEAN? JANE—"* W'ot would yer do, Maud, ef yer had er dress like that?” Maup—"'I guess I'd have er fit.” THE RIVERS OF NEW JERSEY. THE, rivers of New Jersey flow softly to the sea, Like anapests and iambs, and anon a slow spondee ; ‘There isn’t a true dactyl in the mellow Hackensack, But the seeker after catfish need not turn empty back ; And where Passaic glides along, with balmy odors crowned, The Newarker treads lightly. as tho’ ‘twere holy ground ; For the odor of its sanctity is thick upon the air, Which railroad travelers are apt to note while passing there. The rivers of New Jersey flow softly to the coast, ‘The Raritan New Brunswick laves just where she needs it most ; ‘The Saddle flows past Paterson perversely to the north, And the Kamapo rams Pompton Plains and comes a — Suffern forth ; The Shrewsbury by Ked Rank and gentle Pleasure Bay Invites the cat-boat and the sloop to come and spend the day ; ‘The Rockaway by Boonton wears away full many a rock, While Toms runs smiling down the coast where pleasure-seekers flock. The rivers of New Jersey are plentiful and thick, Some of them are no bigger than a good old-fashioned crik ; The great Egg Harbor river harbors a million eggs When the crabs run up in June to spawn and cultivate their legs ; The Maurice river rolls along well down to south and west, Where Buttzville sits in majesty upon thy stream, Pequest. ‘The Wading river turns full many an ancient moss-grown mill, And Sussex county ’s proud of thee, thou well-beloved Wallkill. patie es The rivers of New Jersey make music sweet to hear, HE GOT HIS LOAN. Their names are goodly in the mouth and pleasant to the ear; TRAMP (on country road)—"* Lady, I'm too proud to beg an’ too honest to Where’er the native Jerseyman may wander he comes back steal; but if you would kindly lend me ten cents on me promissory note at sixty With a fine old glow of feeling to the stately Hackensack ; days an’ take dis dog as collateral security—ah—t'anks, lady. An’ you really don't And when the shadows down life's vale grow long and linger low want no security, eh? Well, well !" He somehow babbles gently of the rhythmic Kamapo ‘As he slaps a gallinipper and looks out upon thy flood, Oh, beautiful Passaic, half water and half mud! jon ravt. pocock. THE CIGARETTE FIEND AND THE DEATH OF THE FOOLISH MOSQUITO. comicbooks.com