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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume V, Issue 257, 26 April 1865, Page 3

A laugh has been got up at a Paris club at the expense of a not over-intelligent young French traveller, who has been making the grand tour of London during the recent most promising months for seeing life, and fashion. He lodged at a house where no French was spoken, and he spoke no English, except that which is very comprehensible to an English lodging-house-keeper’s mind, Viz., putting gold into his hand. The joke against hint is, that his letters to his Mends during this momentous visit were dated, “No. 4, Billsliekers Beware, Leicester Square.” This he declares was the name of the street he lived in. How xo Choose “a Lobster. —Press your fingers on the eyes, and if fresh the claws will have a strong motion; tho heaviest are of course the best. : “ The great beauty of a wife is,” said a henpecked husband, “ that if -she abuses you herself, slid won’t let tny one else abuse you** 1

A Bad Housekeeper.—l have told you that your pet conceit is that you are a model housekeeper, and tried to show that your servants grow o'it of your insisting that they shall do everything in your way. I think I may justly say, in addition, that there is a certain sensitiveness in these difficullies. lou are imperious.. There is one spot in the world were you have the right to rule—one spot where that will of yours has the right to assert itself and make itself law. ■ Perhaps there is no other spot where your will is recognised.' Your house is your only domain. There you are a queen and you are sensitively alive to all interference with your prerogatives. It frets you to feel that there is any other person in thehouse, with a will, who has anything to do or say about your domestic affairs. You do not feel that a servant has a right to an independent opinion on any subject connected with her service ; and when any sucli opinion finds practical expression, it enrages you. A servant may feel that if she dbes • her work well, in the way most convenient to her, she does all that you can reasonably claim ; 'but you feel that unless that work—in all its modes and particulars—has followed the channel of your will, you have been insulted in your own house. In short, madam, you are “touch,” an" when you are touched, you scold, and when.you scotch off goesyourgirl. You have excellent pluck, hpwever. I have never known you to lament the loss of a servant. They were alway such terrible creatures that you were glad to get rid of them.-— Letters to the Joneses. Value op Hen Mandeb.—The Germantown Telegraph says;—“ Lately we saw on the premises of a first-class farmer a welUconstrueted hennery, though not at all complying with the conditions which hen-fanciers would impose. It was designed ouly for laying and roosting in; and it at first . seemed strange to find at mid-day, with a cool atmosphere, the turkeys and chickens occupying it. They had free ingress and egress, and were not fed or watered in it; yet the chickens always want there to lay. The secret was revealed, however, when the proprietor informed us that he had it cleaned out every week. All the droppings of the fowls were scraped from the floor, which was an inclined plane, into a trough or receiver, from which they were shovelled and heaped up, and the place whitewashed once a-week. This required • but little over half-an-hour, but the manure from last season was estimated at 120 dols, and quite sufficient in quantity as an application to his entire crop of corn. As a rule, wo do not think farmers pay ns much attention to thcirjhen-houses and the manurial product as their real importance demand. Here was a most valuable amount of fertilising material obtained with little labor, upon the premises, ready for use when needed, which would have cost a heavy sum to provide ; besides, from the excellent arangement of the house, which was by no means expensive, an increase of eggs was obtained which more than covered all the additional expense of labor, &c.” A Dos Mail Tbain.—The St. Paul (Minnesota) Pioneer publishes the following extract of a letter from Pembina, showing how the mail is carried’ from that point to Cow Wing:—■“ 1 should have written to you four days ago, but the mail had to hoover one trip on account of the lameness of one of the carrier dogs. You will probably think it strange that the great United States’ mail should be delayed several days from such a cause, but nevertheless it was. The mail is carried from (he Cow Wing, a distance of three hundred and fifty miles, by the dog train , and if one set of dogs gets foot-sore when their turn comes the mail has to lie over. To-morrow they say the dogs will be right and the mail will go forward. I saw the first dog mail train leave here on last mail day. It consisted of three middling-sized dogs. They looked more like wolves than dogs. They hod regular harness, very fancifully ornamented, and buckskin saddles gorgeously worked with beads. The dogs are driven in tandem style. They go from forty to fifty miles a day, and' a half-bred driver trotfing behind most of the way.” A Candid Lawyee.—“ Do you think I’ll get justice done me ?” said a culprit te his counsel. I don’t think you will,” replied the other, “for I see two men on the jury who are opposed to hanging.”

The fallowing is the latest from Washington ; “ The White House is henceforth to be called ‘ Lincoln’s Inn.’ ”