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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 15, Issue 760, 10 February 1870, Page 2

A country paper says that the other day an Irishman was called up in a case of assault and battery, and when asked by the magistrate what he said, remarked, " I said to him wid de toe of my boot,' Go home!'" The Newsboy's Revenge.—'We saw a cowardly fellow, elaborately got up as a "gent," viciously kicking a newsboy the other day for pestering him to buy an evening paper. The lad's revenge was ingenious and complete, He waited till another boy accosted "the gent," and then shouted in the hearing of all the bystanders, " It's no use to try him, Jim, he can't read." Kissing the Baby.—lt was once the lot of the writer to dwell in the white tents of Camp Harrison in Georgia—iu that lower part of the state where families are always far between, and much more so in war times. For long weeks we had not seen a woman or a child. At last the railroad through the camp was repaired, and iu the first was a lady with a wide-awake kicking baby. Some hundreds of rough soldiers were around the cars, and Captain Storp, of the 57th Infantry, was the biggest and roughest among them, if we judge the tree by its bark. The lady with the baby iu her arms was looking out of wiudow, and he took off his hat and said, " Madam, I will give you five dollars if you will let me kiss that baby." One look at his bearded face told her that there was nothing bad in it, and saying with a pleased laugh, " 1 do not charge anything for kissing my baby," she handed it over. The little one was not afraid, and the bushy whiskers, an eighth of an ell long, were just the plaything it had been looking for. More than one kiss did the captain get from the little red lips, and there was energy in the hu ,r of the little arms, Then other voices said, "Pass him over here, Cap.," and before the train was ready to move, half-a-hundred men had kissed the baby. It was on its best behaviour, and kicked and crowed, and tugged at whiskers, as only a happy baby can. It was aq. event of the campaign ; and one giant of a mountaineer, as he strode past us with a tread like a mammoth, but with tear-dimmed eyes and quivering lips, said, "By George, it makes me feel and act like a fool; bufc I'ye got one just like it at home."