Thought.

Evening Post, Issue 111, 17 June 1865, Page 3

Thought.

—How, like the shadow upon the dial, though it ever returning to the plare f begining — where we first began to love ; to the homestead and the trysting-place, the playground and graveyard. An Aged Father.— The other day, says the " Northern Ensign," the wife of old Jehn Cameron, shepherd, Latheron Mains, presented him with a daughter,being the fifth, all alive in less than seven years, the father being now 77 years of age, and having been 7Oj/ears of age when he married his present wife HioflLT titJOQESTivE.— A cat factory has bfen discovered in Paris. Poor puss was fDtind in various conditions. This is the JtfftOoßO* ;,— Skins drying for gloves, furs for iM, v fcftd ibe materials for " dinner deli-

Ah Animated Alphabet.— Among the striking features in. the Drury Lane harlequinade may be mentioned a clever dance by a personified alphabet, the artists engaged in Which spell various words in the course of their movements. Appropriate Action.— At the Christmas examination at a school not far from Lo ndon a young tyro in declamation, who had been told by the teacher that he must gesticulate according to the sense, in commencing a piece with " the comet lifts its fiery tail," lifted the tail of his coat to a horizontal position, cause ing roars of laughter. Strange if Trde. — An old actor, Louis Kramer, hag just died at Geneva in a singular way. He was playing " King Lear," and, in his excitement, swallowed a portion of his artificial beard, which stuck in his windpipe and choked him. Rather Severe.— Jerrold and a company of literary friends were out in the country.. In the course of their walk they stopped to notice the gambols of an ass's foal. A very sentimental poet present vowed that he should like to eend the little thing as a present to his mother. " Do," Jerrold replied, " and tie a piece of paper round its neck, bearing this rnolio— ' When this you see, remember me.' " Caleb Jones gave his experience of the " spiritual call" to the ministry iv this wise — " I was ploughing one day, and was called to preach by a voice saying, ' Caleb ! Caleb !' Who would have called me thus ?" A boy in the back part of the congregation exclaimed, " May be it was a bullfrog, Mr. Jones."— American Paper.