VARIOUS DISEASES.

Dunstan Times, Issue 689, 2 July 1875, Page 4

VARIOUS DISEASES.

‘ Disease is very various,’ said Mrs Partington, as she returned from the street door in conversation with Dr Bolus. The Doctor tells me tbat?poor old Mrs Hare has got two buckles on her lungs ! It is dreadful to think of I declare. The disease is various. One day we hear of people’s dying of hermitage of the lungs ; another day of the brown creatures ; here they tell us of the elementary canal being out of order, and there about tonsors of the throat ! here we hear of neurology in the head, there of embargo ; on one side of us we hear of men being killed by getting a pound of tough beef in the sarcophagus, and here another kills himself by discovering his jocular vein. Things change so that I declare I don’t know how to subscribe for any disease nowadays, New names and new nostrils take the place of the old, and I might as well throw my old hc>-b bag away. Fifteen minutes afterwards Isaac had the herb bag for a target, and broke three squares of glass in the cellarwindow in trying to hit it before tho old lady knew what he was about. She did not mean exactly what she said.

Mr Barry Sullivan, well known to all Australian theatre-goers, has been guaranteed LI0,0t)0 for 150 performances in New York, and L3O extra for each matinee. Dovetail has a magnificent mansion, which it his delight to embellish with all that is rarest and most costly in art. The place is a perfect museum of painting, sculpture, and articles of vertuc. The other day Dovetail had a vulgar parvenu do vn on a visit, an odious snob, with tire purse of a Ci-cesus, and he took him over his choice collection of pictures, pointin'* out the special beauties and dwelling with gusto on the number of guineas they had cost him, and the parvenu nodded and grinned, and said “ All ” and “ Yes ” now and then, as if he understood it all but he was fortunately not obliged to commit himself to any definite opinion which should display his ignorance. At last they came to the sculpture gallery. Stoppin" opposite a fine copy of the “ Greek Slave,” Dovetail said, “ There—that’s an old friend, of course you know that I” The snob put up his eye-glass, and looked puzzled for a minute or two, as he gazed with tho critical eye of a connoiseur at the undrapod figure; then a flood of light suddenly burst upon him, and with a curious smile he turned to Dcvetail and said, “ Oh, ah, yes, of course, Mrs Dovetail!” Poor Dovetail’s feelings may be imagined, but cannot be described.