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Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3502, 16 March 1880, Page 2

•: In 1839, Captain r (now ; Sir George) Grey was exploring in North-west Australia, where, in a similar expedition three jears before; he had been wounded by the spear of a native. The depot of provisions was on a small island near the coast, and when the party returned it was found that a hurricane had destroyed every thing but a cask of meat and a half cask of flour—the only sustenance for thirteen half starred men in the journey of 600 miles over an arid country! When 150 miles from Perth their strength gave way. Captain Grey, with six of his men resumed the effort, and at last, when fairly faint, one of them (a native) discovered a mud hole, into which he plunged his face with such avidity for the moisture that he had to be pulled out by the hair of his head. They were so haggard and wasted when they reached Perth that their leader was not known by his friends in the town.

'Dustrious.—At a meeting of the £70 Committee of the] Manchester Board of Guardians recently to inquire into the relief of that district, a widow was introduced whose allowance was stated to be a trifle too large. " She's very industrious," said the relieving officer, by way of recommending the poor woman to liberal consideration. .Not knowing the meaning of the last word he uttered, she broke forth with, " 'Dustrious! aa think aa isn't! Aa nivvor wes, nornivvor will be. Nyen o f my family was ivTor 'dustriouß!"

Trying to Take the " Shine " Out of Him.—London shoeblack to Scotch drover issuing from Euston Station: " Here you are, Sco.tty, brush y'r boots for twopence and make you look like a gen'leman 2" Drover: " Tippence! Sac muckle as that! Man, laddie, if yell juist len' me yer brushes for a meenute, I'll poalish them inysel' for naething ! "