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Thames Star, Volume VI, Issue 1835, 19 November 1874, Page 2

Sunday Wobic.—An old Western farmer, who was anything but religious, had hired a devout negro, and to get some Sunday work out of him had to resort to various specious -devices. One morning Sambo proved refractory—" he would work no more on Sundays." The master then argued with him that in a " ease of necessity" eren the Scriptures allowed a man to get out of a pit, on a Sabbath day a beast that had fallen in. " Yes, massa," rejoined the black, " but not if he spent Saturday diggin' de pit for de berry purpose J" An Irish laborer, who was in the employment of an English gentleman residing in Ireland, was on one occasion about going to a fair held annually at a neighbouring village, when his master endeavoured to dissuade him from his design. " You always," said he, "come back with a broken head ; now stay at home to <?ay, Pheliui, and I'll give you five shillings." " I'm for ever and all obliged to your honor," replied Phelim, "but does it stand to rason," added he, flourishing his shillelagh over his head—" does it stand to rason that I'd take five shillings for the grate batin' I'm to take to-day." A bumpkin once dining with the Governor of .Rhode Island, where part of the entertainment consisted of champagne and preserved limes, at the conclusion, was asked by his host how he liked his dinner. He replied, "Wei!, Guvner, your cider's very good, but darn your pickles!"' " That's the sort of umbrella that Eeople appropriate, or, in other words, ook," said Sniggler to a companion one morning, showing a very handsome silk parachute. • Yes,' rejoined his companion, quietly, ' I thought so when I saw you holding it.'"

No Poverty of Wobds.—An Austin (Nevada) reporter thus speaks of the belle of a masquerade ball given, in that city at the close of last month : "Th most gorgeous, stunning, high-toned, richest, firstest-classest, nicest, or any other adjective costume in the outfit was that worn by Miss Frankie Clark. She was the stunningest, gayest, and gallusest dressed gal in the room. She appeared as a page, and both costume and r.ction as perfect as a big sunflower." There was a certain clergyman, more eminent in his day for the brilliancy of his imagination than for the force of his logic, who was once preaching OD^he " Ministry of Angels," and in the peroration he suddenly observed, " I near a whisper !" The change of tone startled one of the churchwardens, who sat below from a drowsy maod; and, springing to his feet, he cried, "It is the boys in the gallery!-"