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South Canterbury Times, Issue 2437, 10 January 1881, Page 3

A few weeks since a man, mounted upon a skeleton of a horse, met a gentleman who was riding a superb animal upon one of the bridges of Paris which crossed the Seine. The gentleman laughed at the poor beast, when the rider offered to bet him a thousand francs that he could not do with his horse what he could do with his poor animal. The bet was accepted. The poor man lilted his horse over, the parapet, and shoved him into the river. Sydney Smith was one of the wittiest men alive. He once went to see one of lixs parish ioners, a lady with a prodigious family, which had recently been increased. As he rose to leave, the lady stopped him wr h, “But you hav’nt seen my last baby.”— “ No,” he quickly replied ; “ and I never expect to !”—Then he died. Improving the occasion.—He was the only son of his own mother, the pride, the hope, the apple of her ej'e. O’er his fair head scarce three summers had passed. “ And be sure, Peter, and x’ecollect this,” said his fond and only mother, as she shut up the good book, “ never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day.” “A —b,” said Peter, with glistening eyes, *'then let’s finish **p the pudding to-night. For continuation of News sec fourth page.