A BREAKFAST FOR THE GODS.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2088, 13 September 1875, Page 4

A BREAKFAST FOR THE GODS.

A Washington correspondent says : — The age of extravagance does not culminate in mere costly attire, but extends

itself to the table and its appointments.

A breakfast given not long since seems almost to smack of the days made glorious by the Arabian iNights. The eyes of guests .were greeted as they entered the breakfast-room with a table spread with ripe fruits hardly yet in bud. Great luscious peaches looking temptingly up from a bower of green leaves, pears golden and juicy enough to make one's mouth water, purple and white grapes, bananas, oranges, pomegranates arid plums The surprised party took their seats, arid

upon being, served with,the fruit, opened

peaches to find some lovely articles of jewelry concealed in. the perfect-looking stones within. In the bananas and pomegranates were necklaces and bracelets, and the plums resolved themselves into tiny vinaigrettes filled with rare perfumes. After this charming raise en scene ices and ■wine were served, the ice resembling in form and color stalks of celery and ears of green corn, while the cream partook of all the peculiar fancies bred in the ingenious brain of the caterer. Such ; a breakfast might have been originated by * givers of banquets among the immortals.

In the streets of Leicester, one day, Dean Swift was accosted by a drunken •weaver, who staggering against him, said, "I have been spinning it out." "Yes," said the Dean, •• and now you are reeling it home." " Thoughtful Peecaution.—A Baltimore actress who wished to change the colour of her hair, tried the dye on a confiding younger brother. When he goes out, "the .boys cry fire; and an excited policeman turns in■" an alarm from the nearest box. : Haemless FiXJiD.T-" Non explosive !" exclaimed the grocer. " Why; look at me put a lighted match ■-, into that can of oil. No explode there, you see—whoop !" And, as his insurance policy expired the day before, he* will., not rebuild his grocery. ■ ■ i It is" reported that a Maine woman was true tq.her lover; and- married him when he came back from California, after an absence of 20 years. N.B.—He came Most Peovoking.—'• He.provoked me into loving him!" was a pretty girl's excuse for engaging herself to a man whom she had always professed to hate. Qtteey.—Could there be a finer bit of unconscious satire than this? A picture of "the boy that never told a lie" looks down upon; the witness-stand in the Brooklyn 1 court-room., —Boston Globe. . Fab Safes.-—" Catch the bear before you sell iris skin. 5' If we could have anything to say about it we would prefer to sell it before, even if we had to allow a liberal discpunt.—Boston Advertiser. v Mack Twain .—Some people- imagine that Mark Twain is exceedingly smart. We knew him when he was grinding platitudes for the Virginia ."Enterprise," and he was notoriously a lazy grinder. He would-sit at his editorial table for hours, drumming on a cracked guitar, "while -the compositors were waiting for copy, and when reminded of his duty by*;the foreman, he would say: "This; -working-be-tween meala is killing me." And he was the healthiest man la the Territory. ,