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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XI, Issue 175, 15 July 1876, Page 4

The^ agent for the Simonsen's sold four nights of the season in August at Taranaki for £500. A Wanganui paper has the following: —A gentleman possessing consider able knowledge in matters ornithological informs us that he believes the imported larks have crossed with tha native. He has arrived at this conclusion after observing the habits and appearances of several birds, and feels convinced that he is making no mistake. The native lark also appears.to learn the.peculiar song of its relative. If a young lady wished a gentleman to kiss her, what papers would she mention ? No * Spectator/ no «Observer,' but as many * Times' as you like. We wish to add that she would like it done with • Despatch/ no ' Register ' or 'Journal' kept of itj and for him not to s Herald ' it, or mention it to a ' Recorder/ or 'Chronicle * it abroad. Her lips should be the only ' Repository/ and the' Sun' should be excluded as much as possible. If a < Messenger' got it, the ' World' would soon know tbe ' News.* Ireland has some millionaires! That is, she sends a pittance to tha following gents to enable them to live (abroad I): The Marquis of Lansdowne —revenue, principally drawn from Ireland, where he never resides—£3so,ooo. The Marchioness of Londonderry is only worth £400,000. Earl of^Norraanton, son of an Irish archbishop, much of the money originally came from the Irish Church, £700,000. Lord Leconßeld, who was never in Ireland, receives a good share of £250,000 from it. Marquis of Hertford, income of some £200,000 a year from real estate in Ireland and England, always, resided in Paris. In Despair : He was on his knees to her. His face was flushed, his eyes gleamed passionately into tears, he talked rapidly. « Nothing shall separate us evermore, my darling. For your sake I will beard the lion in bis den I Twill face death on the battlefield ! I will skim the seas ! I will endure all hardships, all sufferings, all misery 1" He paused and looked eagerly to her, with bis whole soul quivering in his eyes. " Yes, yes, a thousand times yes 1 " " And if wed," continued she flushing slightly, " will you get up first and build the fire ? " With a shriek of despair, he fled.