MISCELLANEOUS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 697, 27 August 1875, Page 4

MISCELLANEOUS.

“ Say, Pomp, yon nigger where yon got de new hat ?” asked Caesar. “ Why, at de shop, of course.” .“What is the price of such an article as dat ?” “ I don’t know, nigger—l don’t know, de shop-keeper wasn’t dar !” Peace is preserved in an lowa household by a long withy raw-hide hung up in the bed-room of the juvenile portion of the family; the hide bearing its handle, ‘ ‘ Boys, please be kind to your mother ; this is a token of peace.” A Kingston clergyman, the other Sunday used in his sermon the expression, “ It isnt, worth a dime ?” and, as he hung fire on the d, half the congregation looked round in a startled sort of way imagining he was going to say something else. “ I see very little of you,” said an old gentleman, at a Louisville hall, to a young lady whom he had not met for a long time before. “ I know it,” was the artless reply “ But mother wouldn’t allow me to wear a very lownecked dress to-night the weather is so cold.” A gentleman gave a newspaper the copy of an address he was to deliver in order to facilitate the work of setting up. The speech comprised forty-two slips. On reaching the end of the twenty-seventh slip the compositor was surprised to find the “ But 1 must close.” So ho quickly turned to the next slip and there he found the following (“No, no !) Then if you will bear with me a few moments longer, I shall proceed to invite your attention to, &c” NoNorwegiangirlis allowed to have a beau until she can bake bread and knit stockings; and as a consequence every girl can bake and knit long before she can read or write, and dosen’t have to be coaxed into her industry either During the late tourist season a traveller walked up to the bar of a hotel in the English lake district, and with a considerable flourish signed the visitors’ hook, and exclaimed, “ I’m Lieutenant Governor of —” “ That dosen’t make any difference,” said the landlord ; “you’ll he treated as well as the rest.” A Hard Truth.—A well known writer, in giving some hints on journalism, observes : “ The journalist must necessarily develope qualities and capabilities of a very peculiar order. These qualities are, generally speaking, great clearness of judgment, great rapidity of perception, the instinct of truth, the tact of novelty, and the faculty of exact appraisment. Besides this the journalist is forced to acquire the art of presentation. His raison d’etre is his power of exposition. He is necessarily an artist. His work however rapid, must come up to a minimum of perfection. What a casual writer will labour to shape in six weeks or months, the journalist must know how to shape at once, and satisfy at once a standard of proportion adaptation of means to ends, how to develope, and how to condense—howto create a living whole out of scattered materials, how a larger whole into a smaller, yet still living, compass. The apprenticeship of a journalist is harrassed with care, his task his grinding, his remuneration, blood drawn from stones ; and if the prizes of journalism rise once in a generation even to the steps of a throne, the blanks are infinite, the calling obscure, the end—pence from a charitable fund, and tne ashes of a brain.”