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Globe, Volume IV, Issue 323, 25 June 1875, Page 3

The Rev Dr Newman Hall, after his return from America, told the following story : —A negro theologian holding forth to a sable audience on the subject of the creation, said "De fust man Adam was made ob clay and stuck again de palins to dry?" -'Yah," queried a sceptical hearer," but if dat was de fust man, who made de palins ?" Stop dar," replied the preacher, " questums bike dem would npset any system ob theology !" A capital story used to be told of the late David Roberts. An art critic who was his personal friend published a sharp attack upon certain pictures of his, just exhibited. "My dear Roberts," wrote the critic in a private letter, " you may have seen my remarks on your pictures. I hope they will make no difference in our friendship. Yours, &c, ." "My dear ," wrote the painter in reply, '' the next time I meet you I shall pull your nose. I hope it will make no difference in our friendship. Yours, &c, D. Roberts." The sick squaw of a dusky chief in Washington Territory lately told her noble husband that she didn't think that she should ever feel any better unless he killed her doctor. This is a novel and startling view of medical matters, and interesting to the profession. The doctor was duly killed ; and upon being tried for his murder, the chief was acquitted on the ground that he acted in defence of his wife's life! The doctors in those regions must feel a little doubtful about continuing in the business under such circumstances. A good little boy out West undertook to come the G. Washington on his mother in this way. He cut off the cat's head with the traditional hatchet and threw the defunct feline in the meal barrel. \ATien the old lady went for meal to make the "hoecake for the frugal morning repast, she discovered that cat and interviewed her little sou. He said, " I did it, mother, with my little hatchet, but I'll be swizzled if I can tell the whole truth about this little affair." Now, most mothers would have kissed that brave, truthful lad on his noble brow, and kept ri«ht on using the meal out of that barrel just the same; but this one didn't'. She said, " Come across my lap." He came, and for awhile there arose a cloud of dust from the seat of his trousers that effectually hid the sun from view, and the old woman now sports goggles and is lavish in the use of eye salve. That good boy had peppered the seat of his pants.