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Dunstan Times, Issue 561, 17 January 1873, Page 3

An artless American, who lately bought a few sausages thus relates his troubles:— "I got them sausages home withontgetting hit, and I cut them apart and left them. In the morning I visited them. Three of ’em had cuddle 1 up together, and were sleeping Sweetly. Two of’em had crawled to my mUkpail ami were lapping the milk and one a black and white one, was on the fence, trying to catch an English sparrow. I drowned the whole lot.” The editor ot a Western exchange nukes the amende honorable in the follow ing elaborate style:—“ There is a fly in our officeone particular aggressive fly distinguished from his bretheren by a pertinacity and untiring energy that if properly directed are enough to make him President. Other fli s we can dispose of by whisking a paper at them or putting them out of the window. But,this fly we, can’t manage. We don’t like to kill flies There is something so confiding about ..them that it seems like a breach of hospitality to kill them. That fly tumbles into our inkstand, crawls out and dries his lit lie feet by walking over our paper as wp,write. The compositor has hard work to decipher our manuscript soraetimes. - .-would afjjAfcawe&m. -1“ the her of onrpaper.we called the Hon Mr. - ‘ an unprincipled demagogue;’ we should have said ‘a high-toner patriot.’ It was all thgifault tf that fly. The .brother of the Fton. Mr.-rcame into our office this morning wdth a new audeabetantial-lookiog enn? sad ttaainded v»of the tuigprint," . |