"I don"t know, my son," replied the parent, "but why do you ask me such a question?"
"Why, this paper says that Mr. B. has tanned three thousand hides at his establishment during the past year, and I know that old Grimes has tanned our hides more"n twice that many times--the editor ought to know it."
A PRINTER IN COURT.
A SUIT came on the other day in which a printer named Kelvy was a witness. The case was an a.s.sault and battery that came off between two men named Brown and Henderson.
"Mr. Kelvy, did you witness the affair referred to?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, what have you to say about it?"
"That it was the best piece of punctuation I have seen for some time."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Why, that Brown dotted one of Henderson"s eyes, for which Henderson put a period to Brown"s breathing for about half a minute."
The court comprehended the matter at once, and fined the defendant fifty dollars.
TAKING THE PAPER.
"SIR," said a pompous personage who once undertook to bully an editor, "do you know that I take your paper?" "I"ve no doubt you take it,"
replied the man of the quill, "for several of my honest subscribers have been complaining lately about their papers being missing in the morning."
IMPRESSIVE DISCOURSE.
IT is stated that the Rev. George Trask, of Pittsburg, lectured so powerfully in Webster, a few days ago, against the use of tobacco, that several of his audience went home and burned their cigars--holding one end of them in their mouths.
HOW "GEORGE" BECAME A TEETOTALER.
A SHORT time since, a young man living in Ogdensburgh, N. Y., whose name we shall call George, took to drinking rather more than usual, and some of his friends endeavored to cure him. One day, when he was in rather a loose condition, they got him in a room, and commenced conversing about _delirium tremens_, directing all their remarks to him, and telling him what fearful objects, such as snakes and rats, were always seen by the victims of this horrible disease. When the conversation had waxed high on this theme, one of the number stepped out of the room, and from a trap which was at hand let a large rat into the room. None of his friends appeared to see it, but the young man who was to be the victim seized a chair and hurled it at the rat, completely using up the piece of furniture in the operation. Another chair shared the same fate, when his friends seized him, and with terror depicted on their faces, demanded to know what was the matter.
"Why, don"t you see that cursed big rat?" said he, pointing to the animal, which, after the manner of rats, was making his way round the room, close to the walls.
They all saw it, but all replied that they didn"t see it--"_there was no rat_."
"But there _is_!" said he, as another chair went to pieces in an ineffectual attempt to crush the obnoxious vermin.
At this moment they again seized him, and after a terrific scuffle threw him down on the floor, and with terror screamed--
"Charley! run for a doctor!"
Charley started for the door, when George desired to be informed "what the devil was up."
"Up!" said they, "why, you"ve got the _delirium tremens_!"
Charley opened the door to go out, when George raised himself on his elbow, and said, "Charley, where are you going?"
"Going!" said Charley, "going for a doctor."
"Going for a doctor!" rejoined George; "for what?"
"For what?" repeated Charley, "why, you"ve got the _delirium tremens_!"
"The _delirium tremens_--have I?" repeated George. "How do you know I"ve got the delirium tremens?"
"Easy enough," says Charley; "you"ve commenced _seeing rats_."
"Seeing rats!" said George, in a sort of musing way; "seeing rats. Think you must be mistaken, Charley."
"Mistaken!" said Charley.
"Yes, mistaken," rejoined George. "_I ain"t the man--I haven"t seen no rat!_"
The boys let George up after that, and from that day to this he hasn"t touched a gla.s.s of liquor, and "_seen no rats_"--not the first rat.
BISHOP BURNET.
BISHOP BURNET, once preaching before Charles II., was much warmed by his subject, and uttering a religious truth in a very earnest manner, with great vehemence struck his fist upon the desk, and cried out in a loud voice, "Who dare deny this?" "Faith," observed the king, in a tone not quite so loud as the preacher, "n.o.body that is within the reach of that great fist of yours."
ANA FROM "MOORE"S LIFE."