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Grey River Argus, Volume IX, Issue 719, 27 August 1870, Page 1 (Supplement)

A little fellow, not more than five years of age, hearing some gentleman at his father's table disenssing the familiar line, "An honest man's the noblest work of God," said he knew it wasn't true ; his mother was better than any man that was ever made. There is a story of a hunter who came into Chicago one day, and after wandering about for a while, looking at the public buildings and other improvements, got into a chat with one of the inhabitants, in the course of which he mentioned that he had once had a chance to buy all the ground that the city was built upon for a pair of old boots. "And why didn't you buy it?" "Well, I hadn't the boots just then," was the old I man's calm reply. A strange story of the ability of an Irishman to represent a newspaper in Dubliu is told by a correspondent. On one occasion, on being called upon to write a paragraph on the death of a respected townsman, gPat commanced, " It is with pleasure we regret to have to record the death," &c. ; and latter on, " Our much respected townsman died in great agony, which gave his friends much satisfaction,"

DEATH of MR CHARLES DICKENS. In our home annals, the first page belongs to an event which has stirred the deepest national sorrow. We have sustained a loss which will be felt wherever the English tongue is spoken in the sudden death of Mr Charles Dickens on, the 9th iust., struck down in the midst of his literary labours. He had been occupied with his pen during the morning, arid came from his room to dinner as | usual (on Wednesday, June 8), but scarcely had he taken his seat when his sister-in-law, Miss Hogarth, observed a peculiar appearance in his face. His eyes were full of tears, and becoming alarmed she proposed to send for medical advice. He replied, "No, no, no; I have got the toothache, and shall be better presently." He then asked, that the window might be shut, but almost immediately lapsed into unconsciousness, from which he never recovered. It proved to be a severe form of apoplexy, and in little more than 24 hours he was dead. Mr Dickens some time ago had premonitory symptoms of an overwrought brain, whicli compelled him to desist from his public readings, but he appeared to have perfectly regained his health, and this year had completed the broken series with all his old yivaciousnoss. " The Mystery of Edwin Drood" showed his mind in full vigour, but it must now remain ior ever unfinished ,• three parts , only had been pnbYirheA, and but three ; more are left in manuscript ; as with the last work of Thackeray, the hand of the j great master was stayed in the midst. His last thoughts carried him into shadowy regions, close by which lay the J darker land of death. !