A VERY PARTICULAR GIRL.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3820, 26 March 1881, Page 4

A VERY PARTICULAR GIRL.

When a girl concludes to put up her hair and mate herself look sweet, the best policy is to let her have her own way. She can't be drawn away from her mirror by any of the ordinary things of this life. A fire will sometimes do it, but it has been shown that a fire may fail to excite some girls. The other night a New York lodging house took fire, and at a most uncomfortable time—when most girls have their back hair down. One of the young ladies heard that the place was burning down, but she didn't feel like making her appearance before the crowd which had gathered in the street looking like a perfect fright. She shut the door leading into the hall to keep out the flames and went to the mirror to fix her hair. Anyone who lias waited for a girl to fix her hair knows the time ifc takes to fix up. The girl wasn't any quicker that the average and she was particular about having her hair done up exactly as it should be. The fire had cut off of escape by the stairs and her lover after appealing to her for some time, finally lost his patience and 1 got away without her; A fireman got up to the room on a ladder, and she made him sit on the edge of the window until she had arranged her hair pins and ribbons for a right sort of public appearance ; then she threw herself into his arms—it was so romantic—and slid down the ladder with him looking just sweet. The whole thing was a tremendous success ; but.when the young lady was safely landed on the pavement she found she had forgotten her stockings.

The late Sir Cracroft Wilson was a man of considerable personal courage, as the following extract from Kaye's " History of the Sepoy War in India" testifies :— "Mr Cracroffc Wilson was Judge of Moradabad. The resolute courage which the Judge had evinced from the beginning had made a great impression on the native soldiery, and now once more it Was to be tested. As he rode towards the lines he passed in front of the artillery. The Golundauze, whose treachery had been known from the first, laid their guns and lit their port fires. Wilson's clear blue eyes calmly confronted the murderous design. Without a sign of fear on his face he rode towards the guns (not from them), and waved his hat as a challenge to the gunners. Abashed and overawed by the bearing of the intrepid Englishman, they slunk back a.nd Wilson was saved."

The Zulu King, Cetewayo, is still confined in the castle at Cape Town, where, guarded by a couple of soldiers, his only occupation is to sit on the ramparts and gaze at the vessels in Table Bay, or watch the trains go by between the outer walls of the fort and sea beach. He has besought Sir Garnet Wolseley to intercede with the Queen for his pardon. " Chanticleer!" exclaimed a lover, as a rooster crowed in a yard— '* chanticleer!" He pronounced it " Shant I Clear?" and she responded, "I wish you would, for I am awful sleepy." He " cleared.

A domestic named Angelica Jordan has passed over her last name and become a portion of her first name. She attempted to kindle a fire with coal oil. '