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‘ ‘ I say, Mrs McCarthy, this ’ere’s a very bad cabbage.” Mrs M.—“Shure, now, and it is, honey 1 Then pick another. Bless yer, young cabbage is like sweethearts —you must thry half-a-dozen ’afore ye gits a good wan !” Ancient mariner (to his youngest) —“ Well, if you like the girl, why don’t you go and tell her so, ’Enery. I mind the time—l’d married your mother —ah, and done my six for woppin’ her too—long, long afore I was your age ; but, lor’ there ain’t no speret in youth nowadays !” A correspondent of the Woman’s Journal writing from mid ocean asks —“ Can there be anything more impressive than this infinity of space ? ” Nothing, we should say, nothing ; unless it is to walk four miles through a snowstorn to see your girl, and then find another fellow making love to her. Bather remarkable, aint it, Sir! But ’ave you hever noticed as mostly all the places on this line begins with a H ?—Aw, beg your pardon ? —Look at em ! ’Ampstead, Tghgate, ’Ackney, ’Oraerton, ’Endon, ’Arrow, ’Olloway and ’Ornsey.