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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IX, Issue 20, 23 January 1874, Page 2

' mil iiii — — wmmt — -_— —--—^— — — »» •.•News received at Adelaide from the Northern Territory shows 75 per cent. < 6f the goldflelds in the latter quarter to be. '", rank duffers." '; A. company has been started in London with a capital of £20,000, in £1 shares, to have an " historical" painting of the Tichborne trial done by a firstclass artist, and engravings struck from it; profits to go to the defence club. An instance of along row is mentioned in the ' Times ' of October 17, which sayss — Mr Reginald Herbert, who, for a wager of £1000, had undertaken to row iv 12 hours from Maidenhead brfdge to Westminster, a distance of nearly 50 miles, accomplished the task in about 10 hours. The Model Bot. — It is said tbat 1 .there is a boy in Concord, H, N, who can repeat the multiplication table ' backwards, and he is only nine years old. We know that boy. We lived next door to that boy when we were a boy, and it is not so long ago but that we remember him distinctly. He always went to bed at eight o'clock and had a slight cough. He brushed his hair back off his ears, and carried a store handkerchief, and when he played marbles it was to wiu. He always got hpme before we did, and employed the interval in detailing C<?hiß mother the '• beltin " tbat boy next door waa get...ting. And indeed we were getting it, but there was no special interest in it ' for other folks, He was tbe model boy, the boy our parents used to point to, and speak of in tones of mingled ad- • miration and regret while unfitting us for sitting on anything harder than a poultice. He never ran away from school, nor stole money, but used to throw mud on other people wben they weren't looking, and unselfishly threw the credit on us. And then to see that boy come around into our yard with ,• -: mm on his bread! that was the last feather— that was tbe climax to all lbe • sorrows our young heart knew. We have willingly forgiven every thing else, but the jam upset us. In „ -wen? right down into our heart of '•**&«-,'.«-* it rankles there yet. It -Bant <rs into the house bawling for jam, and getting it, hu- not on our bread. Wo Remember that with ghaatly dw-