ODDS AND ENDS.

Evening Star, Issue 3369, 6 December 1873, Page 2 (Supplement)

ODDS AND ENDS.

A woman was recently brought before a. country police court charged with dressing in man’s attire. It appealed from the evidence that she had assumed the male attire with a view to getting better wages for her labor. She was told that she must resume female apparel, and was discharged. A curious case of snake-bite occurred a few weeks ago at Broughton Creek, A bullock was found dead, and at a short distance away a hlaik snake was found also dead, It appears that the bullock while feeding had taken the snake in his mouth and crushed it between his teeth, receiving the reptile’s fangs in return. The Paris musical journals state that M. Henri Wieniawski, the well-known entrepcnciir, has discovered at San hiouicisco a child of most extraordinary talents. ibis infant phenomenon” is the son of a jeweller in that city, and, although only ten years old, possesses a surprising memory and faculty for music. It is said that he can repeat with ex. aetitmle, after a single hearing, pieces by the most difficult composers. M. Wieniawski proposes to place the child in the Vienna Conservatoire, where he will have the advantage of regular studies. In the Ovens district they play cards a good deal, and they have a kindly leaning to games of the American type. With this for preface, lie it known that an elderly gentleman of pious habits lately entered a bookseller’s shop m search of a good book as a birthday gift for his daughter. “ Have you,” said he, “ The Guide to the Eucharist?” After climbing his shop ladder and looking over the dusty volumes on his upper shelves, the bookseller descended, “You will probably find what you want in this, sir-latest edition of ‘Hoyle’ —full particulars of all the new gaums, and -- opening a particular page —“here’s all about euchre.” This version of an extraordinary scene, caused by the word ‘‘chairs ’ being mistaken for “cheers,” is going the round of the papers : —One Sunday recently, during high mass at 12, in the village of Glentariff, Ireland, three ladies of the Protestant faith were obliged to take shelter from one of the heavy showers which frequently occur iu the south of liclund, The officiating priest, knowing who they were, and wishing to appear respectful to them, stooped down to his attendant, whoyvas on his knees, and whispered to him, “Three chairs for the Protestant ladies.” The clerk who was rather an ignorant man, stood up and shouted to the congregation, “Three cheers for the Protestant ladies!” which the congregation immediately took up, and gave heartily, while the priest stood dumbfounded. It is reported that Mr J. Kostron, of Lancashire fame, has been entrusted with the manufacture of the bridecake which is to grace the royal breakfast table on the occasion of the marriage of the Duke of Edinburgh with the only daughter of the Emperor of Russia. The cake, which is described as a chef d'ourre of the confectioner’s art, towers to the height of 7 feet (i inches, and weighs upwards of ‘259 lbs. It is in six tiers, and resembles the famous porcelain tower at Nankin. The cake is covered with a fretwork of flowers and shells of snow-white purity, while gracefully depending from a vase of exquisite design, at the summit is a profusion of orange blossom. The spirits, tired suppose of purposeless table-tippings and rappings, have betaken themselves to more useful and agreeable occupations. The Medium and Daybreak gives am account of a nice little tea-party which took place at the house of the celebrated Mrs Guppy, at Highbury. The guests, who hud no idea of the treat iu store for them, after sitting some time in darkness, became aware that cups, saucers, &c., were being “ spirited ” about the room, and when a kettle of boiling water was thrust into the hand of a gentleman present, it was thought about time to strike a light. This being done, the table appeared loaded with bread-and-butter, cake, grapes, milk, and all things needed for a “ hearty tea,” which the company at once proceeded to do justice to. The meal over, the lights were again put out, and the spiritual servitors “cleared away the things,” A singular occurrence recently took place at Omi, Japan, says the Hiopo News. A native of the place, named Kuro, was arrested by the police, caught iu the act of committing burglary, imprisoned, finally taken before the Judge, and sentenced to strangulation. After the lapse of three days the supposed corpse was given over to his friends for burial, a coffin or box having been taken to the court-house wherein to place the body, but the act of bending the limbs caused a circulation of the blood, and the man that was considered as dead begun to show signs of life. The wonder-stricken relatives and friends used their best exertions to restore animation, and at length had the satisfaction of seeing the man return to complete consciousness. The police authorities, however, thinking justice about to be cheated of its victim, rearrested the man, and took hipi once more before the Judge. The friends of the culprit pleaded that the punishment had already been carried out; the other side argued that it had not been done so effectively, but thc| Judge ruled that the sentence of the Court had already been executed. The man, therefore, was at once set a liberty. We recently took n walk on the wharf with a friend that is a good ventriloquist. Two hands of one of our steamers wore engaged in rolling off a cask, when to the consternation and surprise of the persons engaged in nerforraing that operation, a voice was heard within the cask—“ 801 lit easy ; these plaguey nails hurt. I’d rather pay my passage than stand all this ! ” Holding up their hands, their visuals expanding to the size of two saucers, the two laborers cried, “That beats the dickens!” The mate coming up at this moment, unaware of the cause of delay, commenced cursing them for dilatoriness, when from within the cask the voice came forth, “You’re nobody ; let me out of the cask?” “ What’s that?” said the mate. “ Why it’s me,” said the voice. “ I want to get out ; I wont stand this any longer.” “ Upend the cask,” said the mate. “ Oil, dont! You’ll kill me,” said the voice. “Oh, how these nails prick. Look out—dont!” again said the cased-up individual, as the men were turning it over. “Cooper,” said the mate, “unhead that cask and take that man out.” As the adze sundered the hoops, and the head was coming out, the voice again broke forth ; “ Be easy now ; is there anyone about? I don’t want to be caught.” Quite a crowd had now gathered around the scene of action, when a loud guttural laugh broke forth, which made our hair stand on end, as the cask was filled with bacon. “ What does it mean ?” says one, “It beats my time,” said another. Ween joyed the joke too well to “blow,” as wo walked off arm-in-arm with tho ventriloquist and magician.— United State* paper.