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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 5366, 8 June 1878, Page 2 (Supplement)

. Thbhb.wbkh Seven.—A’ strangoreufored a railroad street saloon, In. which Bat ft dozen loafers rits. cussing the' Chinese'problem. " Stepping up to the bar ho turned to the crowd and counted. “ One-two-thtoo-four-flvo-six-aovon.’’. Seven chows- of tobacco wore thrown out.by the eager, anticipants of the expected drink,and the stranger, turning to the barkeeper said:' " What better ovidehcb of the stringency of the times can bo adduced.than this f- Seven, ablebodied men idle sin. one small saloon.; -It's awful,: indeed .it is I. Gimme, a glass ,of., beer,” After, swallowing it he walked out, .followed. by seven strings of well-developed curses, ■ ‘ " "1 , , ItcMieoT fob; TjioobM!.—}York is your true remedy*; If misfortune hits yon hard,; yon-lilt, something, else hard ; pitcii into something with. a wi11... There's no- ; thing like good, solid', exhausting work to cure trouble. If yon have met.wltlr losacv you.don’t .want to; Ho awake , and think, about them, -You : calm, sound sleep--eat your dinner with .an appetite;. But youcan’t unless you work. If you say you don’t feolliko work,i and;go loafing all.day ;to tell Tom, 1 Dick, and Harry the story of.your woes, you’ll lie awake, and keep your wife awake by your tossing, spoil your temper and yonr'breakfast next morning, • and begin to-morrow feeling ten times wore; than you do tQ-day. /There . are some great troubles that only .time can heal.aadporbnpn soma that never; can., be healed at al|; butal|caube helped by the panu, Cea, work. Tty It, 1 y«u who are afflicted. J ''

Could anything he better than the following * Imrt provement” of a minister of .Arran, who \va a discoursing on.the, carelessness of his flock? “Brethren, when you leave the church; 'just look down’ at the' duke's swans; i they are vera bonny swans,* and they’ll be soomingaboutau'ayedooldn'vdoon ihoir-head? and laving' theirsels wi', the clear, .water tijl .they’re a’, drookit’; then youlfae'c them'sooming : tp : the'.' shore, 1 " and they'll gio their wings a bit flap and they’re dry again,. .'NowJ any-friends; you come hero, every- Sabv bath, an* I lave you a’ ower wi‘ the. Gospel till ypu ate fairly drookit wl’t/’ But you just, leave an'; awa’ hame, and sit down : hy yournresido, gie your-wings a bit flap.lan’ ye’rp as dry as ever again." . Irishmen { .were, .recently looking at, people stretching from one house-top' to another ; for the purpose of suspending a banner; - “Share an' what will lhey be.afther a-doin’ at .the top of them houses there?’'-Pat-asked. “ Paith, an’i submarine telegraph they’re afther, puttin'up, I suppose,”, answered Mick. ~ : V - : '