A HAPPY MAN.

Thames Star, Volume x, Issue 3182, 1 May 1879, Page 1

A HAPPY MAN.

We never knew more than one man. who was perfectly satisfied with the' weather at all tines and vade.r all circumstances. It was Chubb.' In summer— when i the • thermometer: bolted up Among the nineties, —Chubb- would come to the front door with beads of perspiration standing out at all brer his red face" until his bead looked liken'raspberry, and he would look at the sky and say " Splendid —perfectly splendid! Noble weather/or the poor and the ice companies, and the washerwomen! They don't shake up any such climate as this in Italy.- Gimme my umbreller, Harriet, while I sit out yer on the step and enjoy it.'/ In winter, when, the. mercury would creep down fifteen degrees below zero, and the cold was severe enough to freeze the inside of • Vesuvius-solid to the centre of the globe, Chubb would sit out on a fence and exclaim, "By Jingo! did you ever see such weather aa this; I like an atmosphere that freezes up your very marrow. It helps the coal trade, and- keeps the •nakes quiet. Don't talk of summer time to' me.' Gimme cold, and give, it. to me stiff." When there was a drought, Chubb, used to meet us in the street and remark, "No rain yet, I see ! Magnificent, isn't it ? I want it with the dampness left oufe. Moisture breeds fever,and ague-*-wets your clothes. If there's anything I despise, it's to carry an umbrella. No' raia for me if you please." When it rained for a week and swamped the whole

country, Chubb often dropped in to see us, and to observe—" I dunno how .you feel about this yer rain, but it allus etems to me that the heavens never drop blessings but when we have a long wet. It «akes the corn jump and cleans the sewer- I wouldn't give a cent to live in a climate where there .was no rain. Fat me on the Nile, and I'll die in a week. Soak me through and through to the inside of my undershirt, and I feel as if life was bright and .(beautiful, and sorrer nothing b'ut&onsetrfes." ' Chubb was always happy in a thunderstorm, and let the lightuin'

play around me, and I'm at home. I'd Mther have one storm that'd tear the

I inside: out of the continent than a dozen "of y«r little dribblin' waterin.' pot showers. If I ea*'t have a rijipin' and roarin' storm T don't want none." One day Chubb was upon hie toot fixing a shingle', when a tornado struck him, lifted him off, carried him a .quarter of a mile, and -dashed him with «wh terrible force against * &nee that hi* leg was broken. A« they carried him. howe we met him, and when we asked him how he felt, he opened his eyes languidly and said, " Immortal powers! what a storm that was! When it does blow it suits the senior member of the Chubb family if it blow* bard. I'd give both legs if we could haw.*; squall like that erery day. ■ I^-I—, —.■" .Then,he fainted. We want • Chubb elected Resident. He it the only man in the univer*e, who don't growl at the weather, and 1 he ought to have glory and honor.—Anaerican paj?er.