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Globe, Volume II, Issue 176, 31 December 1874, Page 3

A Personal Paragraph. Miss Grant, daughter of President Grant, who married Mr Sartoris, an English gentleman, is thus spoken of in an American paper :—"Nellie Grant had only twenty-five trunks full of clothes when she started across the ocean. Fourteen years ago, when she drove the old blind horse in a bark-mill, she kept her duds in a soap box. The whirligig of time, along with a few raids through the South, and some contracts, works wonders." Commenting on the above, the Louisville Courier Journal says : —" The full grown white man who would write thus about an unoffending little female woman, merely because her father happened to be a political fraud, deserves to have the grave of his mother-in-law run over by a drove of wild jackasses." A Thunderbolt from the North.—Before and after —it is always the same story! The other day in Detroit an individual from the rural districts, having considerable money in his possession and being moderately drunk, was warned by a policeman to take care of himself, to which the self-confident bachanal responded —"You bet 1 will! why, mister, I'm chain lightning roll'd up in a ball and stuck full of bowie knives. I'm a thunderbolt from the North; I'm a regular rip-up thunderbolt! Folks want to let me alone, they do !" Alas, that such a dream of invincibility should be dissipated ! When the morning dawned, the drinker, where was he ? Well, he was discovered by the same policeman fast asleep in a coalshed. His eyes were mourning, and there was a non-natural hole in his head. Watch gone ! Money gone ! The policeman, arousing the slumberer, with a touch of irony in his tone, inquired, "Aren't you the Thunderbolt from the North ?" Then the Thunderbolt sat up, and slowly and sadly replied, "No, I haint 'zactly a thunder-bolt, but I'm the fool who thought he was."