MISCELLANEOUS.

Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1827, 30 December 1879, Page 4

MISCELLANEOUS.

" Whom can we trust ? " ia the black tyr o inquiry of an exchange. It ia cf do consequence. " Whom can we iudncc to trust us 1" is tho boul agoni;er.—" New Haven Begiater." Many a woman dusts billiard chalk of! her husband's co3t, and a big tear stands in her eye as she thinks how late he works nights at bis desk by the whitewashed wall.—" New York People." The ex-Queen of Spain is charmed with the new wife picked out by her son, who was perfectly indifferent as to whether chew.R charmed or not. It was very sensible in her to feel real glad. Flirting, says a French philosopher, might bo described as attentions without intentions. ' Will the angels come down for me with a chariot and horses when I die ? " naked a Jittls. Qt MB Suitfpy :?cho?l teacher,

" I guess bo if you are a real good boy," said the teacher. The little fellow'a eyeß sparkled with anticipation as he eagerly fxclaimed, "And, oh 1 do yon think they'll let me sit on the front seat and drive 1" " Hackerisack Republican." And a Good Wish, Too.—Parson—"Wei!, Betty, how are you ? Hard weather, still I " Betty who had been reading the American forecasts) —" Hard, indeed, sir. I wish the Lord would take the weather into his own hands again, instead of trusting it to them Yankee forecasters. We might then get something fit to live in." —'■ Judy." Will You?—"Young ladies have t jj e privilege of Baying anything they ■ ■ luring leap year," said a young > to a gentleman, eyeing him out of tb' COIDer of her eyes with a sweet look. H> A hearfc a great bound, and, while b' i£ she was going to ask the q- aestion which he had so long desired an^^- feared tQ d he answered, '• \es — "A fld the un metl must not ierase, o * no t How could they 1 sighe d he _. t WeH theDj „ Eaid she, " will you— _„ He fell on his kncegj «w T P /thing you ask. darling 1 "- wait tiu i. gefc tijjongh. 'Will, you take a waii, ana nofc han rouu( i our house so ma °° ? And he walked. . .at has become of that chap who anf. D '..11y startles the world with an estimate .oat tlie timber and wood supply of this country won't last 650 years longer? HopG he hißu't met with any accident. Wives of great men oft remind us, We should pick our wives with care ; Go we may not leave behind U 3 Half our natural crop of hair. —" New York Graphic."

No one really knows the extreme limit of human error till he has tried shooting the long bow. Becently 07er two hundred people recognised this fundamental fact—some evidently for the first time—at Spruce Lawn. A thref-foot target,only sixty feet off, is a very inviting object. No reasonable man thinks of missing it the first time he shoots : he only doubts which of the inner colors he shall spot. He shoots, and his arrows befiave most unaccountably; they ascend into tho heavens above, they plnnge ii-.to the earth Jbeneath, they Eeek all eorts of collateral objects, but never once strike that broad cxpanss of canvass spread out before him in the most offensive colors of the rainbow. As tho beginner begins, so he continues. He shoots a week, and sees no improvement ; he shoots another week, and does worse than the first ; then, if he live?, and gives bis whole soul to it, he slowly grows into an archer. In fact, the bowmjn ought to have begun in tbe early geologic ages with the "saurians" (lizards as large, long, and thick-skinned as a line of meetinghouse sheds), and "g:ow up with the country." Not all can afford the time for this ; tut tbe bow is an instrument with which, to copy the language of an accordion advertisement, " the performer very soon Irer.rnn to please himself and to amuse his friends. —" Litchfield Ir.quirer."