DE OMNIBUS REBUS.

Globe, Volume IV, Issue 353, 30 July 1875, Page 3

DE OMNIBUS REBUS.

Why do people call for a piece of string, nd did anybody ever hear of one calling for whole one ? Gush. —His arm had stolen around her waist, and her fair young head restly lightly on his bosom. The October moon shone softly down upon them as he painted a bright picture of the happy future when she should become his beautiful bride. He paused at last in the fervent outpourings of his hopes, and the deep melody of his tones were echoed by the silvery sweetness of her flute-like voice, as she murmured, softly, “Yes, love, yes; and then, too, we’ll have buckwheat cakes and sassages for breakfast every blessed morning ; won’t we dear ?” Singular Difficulties. —Call a young girl a young witch and she is pleased; call an elderly lady an old witch and her indignation knows no bounds. An American contemporary gives a vivid idea of the extremely cold weather of the past winter, when it says that a mother thought her daughter was a long time bidding her sweetheart good night, until she went to the door and found their lips frozen together. An elderly lady who, with her daughter, had just returned from a rather rapid journey through France, part of Germany, and Italy, was asked the other day if they had visited Rome, and she replied in the negative. “ La, ma, yes, we did,” said her daughter, “that was the place where we bought the bad stockings.” The “ india-rubber bustle” is again heard of. This time it was a Brooklyn young lady- who was thrown from her carriage coming down the hill from Prospect Park. She made 97 i bounces in all, and was finally rescued by a hook and ladder company from the top of a telegraph pole, where she had stuck ’in attempting to complete the 98th bounce. A farmer, feeling under some obligation to his landlord, was anxious to show his gratitude, and when the rent day arrived he accompanied his payment with the presentation of a closely-packed poke. “Here’s a few nuts aa’ve fetched ye, sor, an’ aa thowt ye wad like them, as thor growd on the farm.” The landlord expressed his thanks, and on opening the bag said with surprise, “ This is very kind of you—why, they are all cracked!” “ Aye, he may say that,” rejoined the farmer, “maw jaas warked, an’ the wife’s jaas warked, an’ the bairns, jaas warked for a heyl week efter!”