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Manawatu Herald, Volume II, Issue 104, 24 August 1880, Page 3

'Do inafre 'yourselves at home, ladies,' said- a lady one day to her visitors, ' I'm at home and i wiuh you were all there.' If all the world's a stage, and men and women merely players, where are the audience and orchestra to come from ? A Place where duty calls— Tho Custom House. Men are geese, women are ducks, ■ and birds of a feather flock together. It is awful hard to realise that a woman is an angel ' when one sees her pick up a clothes-prop fourteen feet long to drive a two-ounce chicken out of 'the- yard. ' She said, "I'm going to the postoffice, John ; shall I enquire for you?"— '' Well, yes, if you have a mind to ; but I don't think you'll find me there. "Twenty years ago," said the passenger with the red ribbon in his button hole, "I knew that man whom you saw get off at the last station. He was a young man of rare promise, a college graduate, a man of brilliant intellect and shrewd mercantile abi ity. Life dawned before him in all the glowing colour of fair promise. He had some money when he left college. He invested it in business, and his business prospered. Ho married a beautiful young girl who bore him throe lovely children. No one dreamed that the pooi house ever w.-uld be their home. But in an evil hour the young man yielded to the tempter. He began to drink beei. He liked it, and drank more. He drank, and encouraged others to drink. This was only 14 years ago, and he was a prosperous wftalthy man. Today what is he ?" The clergyman in the front seat, solemnly —"A sot and a beggar !" The red ribbon man, dis* consolately : "Oh, no! He is a member of Congress, and owns a brewery worth £150,000." — American paper.