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Lyttelton Times, Volume X, Issue 596, 21 July 1858, Page 5

A Turin paper states that a lady, residing in the provinces, consulted the parish priest of the place as to the best means, of investing a sum 40,000f. ' On the following night the laay was suddenly aroused from her slumber by two men, masked and armed, who commanded herto deliver up, on pain of instant death, the 40,000f. The lady, notwithstanding the menaces of the ruffians, uttered a loud shriek, which was heard by a visitor who had arrived but a short time before, and had not yet retired to bed. He seized his pistols, and rushing to the room whence the cry had proceeded, shot one of the men dead upon the spot, and after a sharp conflict - disarmed. the other. Upon examination, it was found that the man who had been killed was no other than the priest himself while the prisoner was his assistant. Baby's Rival. —There .are many persons who make a practice of saying to little children, to whom has come the, gift of a brother or sister. " Now, babyj your nose is put out of joint; you never, can be mother's baby any moro, for she has got another." This is' said.in thoughtlessness, often with glee; but it sinks like a stone into the baby's heart to which it; is addressed. Were one to go to a grown man •and tell him that his • house and home,, and -all that rested within it, had gone none knew whither, but where he ne\^r more might hope "to see them, it would ,not be a more cruel blow to him than it is to a little two-or-three-year-old child, to tell him that he can' never be his mother's baby any mora It makes him a poor, frightened little outcast in a moment; and any •one that, realising this fact, can so sport with the feelings of a tender babe, is worthy of being promoted to the office of1 chief torturer in some barbarous despot's court-T Clara Sydney. A clergyman being much pressed by a lady of his acquaintance to preach a sermon on the first Sunday after her marriage complied and chose the following passage in the Psalms for his text: —"And let there be an abundance of peacewhile the moon endur«th?' "Donald," said a Scotch dame, looking up from the catechism, " what's a slander ?" " a slander, gude-mither?" quoth young Donald, twisting the corner of his plaid, "a-weel, I hardly ken, unless it be mahap an ower true tale, which one gude woman tells of anither." Miss. Hoop's View.—ln one of Caroline Oilman's romances this passage -was marked and much thumbed:—^" There is no object so beautiful to me as a conscientious young man; I watch him as a star in heaven."—" That is my view, exactly !" sighed Miss Josephine Hoops, as she laid down the volume; in fact, I think that there^s nothing so beautiful as a young man, even if he ain't conscientious." Hove. —A sentiment exhibited in the wag of «, dog's tail, when he's waiting for a bone.