A Romance of the City.

Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 8, 29 December 1869, Page 7

A Romance of the City.

The city lias a romantic aa well a a a business side. Every morning one of the suburban trains brings to the station at London Bridge a gentleman now feeble liom ago, but who formerly was well known for his personal activity, ami who hj is always held a dreadful sort of reputation among that large class of persons who arc struggling with impccunio.sity. This gentleman has acquired a large fortune as a discounter, and in this profession ho has always made it a practice to require Ids exact rights. Not long ago, a respect-. able but unfortunate tradesman, for whom he had discounted a considerable bill, as be had done before, was unable to meet his acceptance when it fell due. He applied for a renewal, for time, for liberty to pay in part, but he found neither mercy nor consideration from the harshness of his creditor, not scarcely civil language. Ruin stared him in the face ; his business ami family scorned likely lobe broken up. In tins extremity his oldest child, a girl of nineteen, volunteered to make a last appeal for time,.but also taking with her part of the debt, and she started on her message with feelings that may ho supposed to prevail in the breast of a “ forlorn hope.” She had to wait tor au interview, and was grulHy received, but she pleaded gout! y, yet boldly, and so far prevailed as to be'told to call agvdn in the afternoon. She did so, and then, without paying a farthing, she received hack the bill, and along with it an oner ot marriage there and then, as so good a daughter would make an excellent wife, and so on. It was now the young lady’s turn ; ol course she could not think of such a thing, but.shc would ask her father and mother. 'To make the story short, the old discounter proved the most impatient of lovers, the girl accepted him, and in less than a month the two were husband and wife. The father was aided with effect, ami the daughter, if she sacrificed her youtu, has at least the grateful reflection that she saved her parents. She is now doing good in a Surrey village, and her husband, while as exact a man of business as ever, is showing more of the milk of human kindness in the city than he was ever reputed to do before. This reads like a well-worn romance, but it is only a plain and truthful record.—Loudon Correapondenc of the Daily Mail,

Pioeon-Exolish. —A Chinaman cannot pronounce the word “business.” The nearest he can conic to it is “pigeon.” A few English words pronounced in John Chinaman's peculiar way, a few Portuguese, and a few Chinese words, all wrought into Chinese idioms, make up the business language which is used between the Chi nose and English-speaking traders. This language is called “ Pigoon-English,” An Englishman translated into Pigeon the familiar address,. “My name is Nerval ; on the Cram plan hills my father feeds his Hocks , and the result was, u i\Ty name is b’long Nerval ■ top side Kclampian hills my fader chow he sheep.” Put the next sentence beggared the language, and “ A frugal swain, whose constant care is to increase his store,” had to be freely “ done ” in this shape: “My fader very small hoarteo map—too munhee likee dat niecie dolla.” 1

A gentleman having paid off all the debts of his extravagant son, the young gentleman, after being most profuse in his thanks, observed—“ Now, sir, all will go on as smooth as clockwork."—“ No, no, lorn, said the old gentleman j "no more of your clockwork, [ entreat yon. I have had ennui'll of tick, tick |M