MISCELLANEOUS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 562, 24 January 1873, Page 3

MISCELLANEOUS.

—o— A Little boy put a lighted match into a nearly empty powder keg, to see what would happen. He will not do so again as his curiosity is satisfied j’butfthe girl who sits next him in school thinks ho looked bettor with his nose on, One of the Siamese twin? is again reported to be seriously jill. The two brothers in the late Presidential struggle were opposed to each other, Chang fancying Greeley and Eng wishingrto vote forJGrant. “Inflatable rubber bustles’ are announced. They are'-sald to'impart great buoyancy to the movements. Tin case of shipwreck they wonld undoub l ed]y he advantageous, although a girl floated by one of them might be taken for a buoy and be passed by unnoticed. The largest brewery in the world is that of Perkins and Co., London, They use annually IS,OOO bales hops, and make over 1,000,000 barrels of alo and porter. Thenplace covers twelve acres in the heart of London, for which they recently refused the sum'of 4,000,0001. They have seven casks callod’the “seven sisters-” which hold 3,000 barrels each. They are SOjfeet high and 30 feet in diameter. Their draft horses are the marvel of all London. In the year 1829 a beautiful and highlyendowed young girl, just out of her teens, made a triumphant debut at the Odeon, as Isabelle de Prance in “Lancastre.” Her name was Mdllo, Charton. At the very height of her triumph, the jealous hand of a man flung into her face some aquafortis, whereby she nearly lost her sight, her beauty was destroyed for ever. Mdlle. Charton pardoned tho coward, and withdrew from the stage. She sank into penury and oblivion but two or three friends lightened the first, and showed she was not altogether forgotten. Tho poor lady, who came on tho dramatic world with such brilliant promise was a short time since carried to her grave —the fosse commune—the pauper’s grave. One actor followed her thithorout of respect viz., M. Dclafosse, of tho BclvilleTheatre. A witcr in the South London Press says: I have the greatest admiration for one Brixton clergyman, and this is based entirely upon a single circumstance. Ho stands higher in my estimation than any clergyman I know and that because the other day he. was soon turning a mangle? Hot a dignified occupation, you will say. No; but Christianity knows very little about dignity, and a great deal about duty, and more still about charity and loving kindness. Tho maughng came about in this wise. The clergyman, going his visiting rounds, called on a poor woman who kept a mangle, and who was “at her wit’s cud,” seeing that her husband was ill and she could got no one to take a turn, “so that she might got her work home in time, so as not to lose her customers.” Tha kindly clergyman listened to her tale, saw her difficulty, and said he supposed turning a mangle required no particular skill—could he do it? The woman protested that such a thing was impossible hut in spite of her remonstrances, the rev. gentleman insisted on trying his hand and continued at the work far into the night, until all the clothes were ready for delivery next morning. This was a true muscular Christian of the Apostolic type and if ever a memorial window should be raised to him in his church, it should represent him in tho most glorious action of his ministry—turning the mangle.