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Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume IV, Issue 226, 4 July 1873, Page 7

A gentleman having requested an Irishman to* ? do him a.small service, on completion he rewarded Pat very liberally. Pat immediately addressed him thus—"Arrah, by the powers, I have a good mind to hire you for my master!" One of the ablest carpet bag Judges, having the full confidence of the .Radicals of jSTorth Carolina, is eminently qualified for the criminal department, having served four and a half years in the Ohio State Prison for burglary.—' Cincinnati Inquirer/ One day in spring, Sir Walter ' Scott strolled forth with Lady. Scott to enjoy'a walk round Abbotsfqrd. In their wanderings they passed a field where a number of ewes, were enduring the frolics of their lambs. " AhJ" exclaimed Sir Walter, " 'tis no wonder that poets, from the earliest ages, have made the lamb the emblem of peace and innocence." " They are indeed delightful animals," returned her ladyship, "especially with" mint sauce." As the schoolboys say, "Marbles are in," and considerable amusement was afforded the other day {says the 'Bendigo Independent') by the sight of a mumber of brokers engaged in.the peaceful recreation of." ring-taw "in front of the Beehive. The game not only afforded them amusement, but was the cause of amusement to others, who renewed recollections of their boyhood, and chuckled when a good knuckle-down shot was made. One apoplectic-looking gentleman was heard .boasting that he had won '• five-and-twenty ;" while some mirth was provoked by the care with which a swell, clad in irreproachable sit-upons, spread' his handkerchief on the ground before making a shot.' We congratulate our friends of the Beehive upon this latest addition to their recreations, and hope it will last. If they will take our word for it, marbles are superior .to billiards, whisky-poker, 100, Yankee-grab, pitch-and-toss, or—sharebroking! An English paper gives an account, of a gallantry rarely equalled, and perhaps never surpassed. This was displayed by Mr. Burnbey, chief officer of the Coast Guards, at the wreck of the schooner Bridge water in Stag Bay,-beneath the romantically situated village of Ciovelly, in Devon, England. The schooner went ashore during a blinding snowstorm. Hundreds of villagers congregated on the pier watching the blanched faces of the crew as they leaned over the bulwarks, expecting each moment to be swept into the breakers which raged between the ship and the shore. No life-boat could be launched, and death appeared imminent, when Mr. Burnbey, who is a noted swimmer, stripped off his clothes, heedless of the biting blast, and, fastening a life-line round him, plunged off the pier into the surf. With intense eagerness the spectators watching him battling with the waves, often disappearing for what seemed a minute, but at length, when evidently quite exhausted, he reached the vessel, and was dragged up, the ship's side amidst tremendous cheering from the ' shore. Communication being thus established, the crew one by one scrambled ashore, Mr. Burnbey coming last. At midnight on the same night, a mile from the scene of this heroic exploit, a similar service was rendered by one of the crew of a Erench schooner for his comrades, the; shipwrecked men remaining at one side of a precipitous cliff, affvaid to stir, and yet perishing with cold and exhaustion.