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Excerpta.

“ Courage and Cheer.”

Shall I speak of the beauty of holiness in youth ? I fancy that young men are, most of all, iuclitied to feel shy of the whole thing ; to some it savours of grave restrictions, to others of a sort of cant. All very proper for a Divinity student, but for a young man looking forward to the common work and pleasure of the world, and rejoicing in vigorous life—ah, wait awhile! And yet it is in that very life of vigorous youth—youth with its keen sense of life ; youth brave and skilful in manly sport : youth just entering on the strong work and strong temptations of the world—it is just in such a life that earnest unaffected religiousness brings the very finest grace of real manhood. It would not make him weak, but gentle and helpful with his strength ; it would not lessen pleasure, but keep it sweet and wholesome ; the very merriest laugh that comes ringing to me through the balls of memory is that of one of my early friends who always seemed to me the most like Christ of all I ever knew Religion—earnest, unashmed leligion—does not make a young man less brave, but more ; adding to mere nerve and pluck that finer courage which can stand up squarely against wrong ; say “ no ! ” to profanity and dissipation, and say it so as to be respected. And so, to the whole opening life religion gives a richer zest, a finer appreciation of all things great and good, and that interest in higher things which keeps bringing to the fiont the strong and helpful men of each new generation.—Dr Brooke Herford.

The New Potato.

Poetry and the new potato aro synonymous terms. The pale brown gold of its tender skin has the charm of colour; its exquisite proportions delight by their refinement; but it is, above all, in its poetic associations that it enchants. It seems to bring with it, over seas, balmy winds and southern fragrance. From the Scilly Islands it comes to us in our poor, barbarous island of chill Aprils and wet Mays, and all the warmth and sweetness of the Gulf Stream come with it to put new life and hope into our saddening hearts. Or else, perhaps, the Bermudas send it to remind us of far tropics where the palm languishes for the pine, and where mother earth yields rich harvests to still the longings and appease the hunger of her otherwise starving children in the cold, barren north. So delicious is this dainty new potato that a crime it were to destroy its maiden freshness by meretricious ornament. As mistaken to seek to enhance its loveliness by the seductions of a ‘Lyonnaise’ or ‘saute’ subtleties as to deck a young girl in lace and diamonds. Upon itself alone it may rely, and gain by its selfreliaoce. ‘ Au naturel ’ ever will it prove most ensnaring. Not that it should be put brutally into a pot, and left to boil alone and unprotected. Even the blushing debutante is all the prettier for a ribbon here and a flower there. And so to the new potato’s sweetness butter as fresh and inexperienced lends additional attraction. Indeed, at times, cream too will prove in sympathy with its gentle youthfulness. Nor will parsley, well chooped, "make an incongruous companion. But never, if you a spark of sentiment, cut your new potato. Serve it as it is, small, rounded, and graceful. The unimaginative devour it hot, and think its pleasures thus exhausted and their own duty accomplished. But cold it may, if not abused, pose as the salad’s rival. With cold fowl or gelatine, cold new potatoes, just touched with salt, are not to be scorned. A trifle unsophisticated, in this special phase, they are perhaps. But then, who does not know moods and seasons when the ‘ ingenuine ’ will seem, of all things, the most adorable ? Into a salad they can also be made, without offence or indiscretion. As one of the prominent elements of a ‘ macedoine,’ they are beyond reproach or suspicion. But, serve them as you will in one form or another, eat them while you may. They are not, with us for lung. A#

the maiden develops into the matron, so from the new potato gradually is evolved that large matronly species which is the beloved of the hot potato man.— Pall Mall Gazette.

A- Curious Scene.

I’here was a most dramatic scene in one of the courts the other day. Counsel for the plaintiff, a widow with nine children, was explaining how his client twelve years ago, on going to South Africa, had left her interests in the bands of her solicitor, ‘who subsequently bolted and was since dead.’ Whereupon, up jumped another barrister, who happened to be in court, and said that he was the missing man. He was not dead, and had not bolted though he had been Barred; having fur years been a member of the senior branch of the legal profession. Apologies, explanations, and curtain. Even the Adelphi never produced a more startling ‘ situation.’

Y um-Y umy—V ery.

‘ There, dear,’ remarked the young wife, who was trying ‘ love in a cottage,’ just after the lapse of the honeymoon, while she sat with her husband at the breakfast table, ‘ you forgot to get the sugar yesteroay, so you have none for breakfast.’ ‘Oh, yes, I have. I’ve got you.’ ‘ But you can't sweeten your coffee with me,’ she said, with a love-light in her eye.

‘ Maybe not; but 1 can sweeten my life with you.’ ‘ How nice that sounds,’ she said ; ‘just like books.’

A Perceptible Ear.

Alyouch at school who lacked musical talent, and whose voice jarred during the singing lessons, was always allowed a holiday on singing days. His mother paid a visit to the school to inquire into the matter. The teacher said : ‘ Why, he has no earl’

‘ What! Nae ear ? Did onybody ever hear the like o’ that ? Nae ear? Why, he has a lug like a saucer, man !’

Theory and Practice.

Barlow : ‘ Before you were married you were full of theories about managing a wife. How did they turn out, M’Bride ?’

M’Bride : ‘ It is a condition and not a theory which confronts me now.’

Permanent link to this item
Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi

https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/KAIST18940710.2.4

Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka

Kaikoura Star, Volume XIV, Issue 754, 10 July 1894, Page 2

Word count
Tapeke kupu
1,041

Excerpta. Kaikoura Star, Volume XIV, Issue 754, 10 July 1894, Page 2

Excerpta. Kaikoura Star, Volume XIV, Issue 754, 10 July 1894, Page 2

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