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Evening Star, Issue 2996, 25 September 1872, Page 4

An old revolver—The earth. Fop cultur* ists—Dancing masters. The diseases from which our journalists most suffer—Humourtisiu. A Western New York miss unguardedly made the remat k in the family circle recently that “when gentlemen eat warm sugar, it gets into their moustaches and makes them scratchy. ” Her father is curious to know how she'found it out. An old lady at the West went to hear Emerson lecture, and liked him. The only drawback was that the subject announced in the papers was “Destiny, 1 ' which she took for dentistry, and never discovered her error until too late to consider the production from that altered standpoint. The following tribute to the memory of the late Horace Mayhew has appeared in Punch: —“ With a very deep sorrow we record the loss of another old friend and colleague, Horace Mayhew has been unexpectedly 1 called away. Associated with this periodical from nearly its earliest days, he was for years an indefatigable and valuable contributor, and when fortune had rendered him independent of labour, he continued to share our counsels, and he never abated lus earnest interest in our work. This testimonial is easy. But when we would speak of the manly simplicity and childlike affection of his nature, of his indomitable cheerfulness, of his ready generosity, and of his singular sweetness of temper, we can write only what must seem to those who knew him not, in excess of the truth, whi ! e it fails to do justice to our own knowledge of a beloved friend But in the affectionate memories of us all his worth and lovingness will be treasured while memory remains to us. Heavy is the grief that has fallen on those who lived in friendship with the kind, the just, the gentle ‘Bonny ’ Mayhew.”