ANECDOTE OF LORD REDISDALE.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3931, 4 August 1881, Page 3

ANECDOTE OF LORD REDISDALE.

I once heard an anecdote of this genial and eccentric nobleman too good to be lost. Early one morning he made his way to the mansion of the Earl of Lncan. He had started for the races, and was dressed in sporting garb, his cap put on awry and a cigar between his lips. He rang at the front door, and the Earl's best man —an exquisite of the first water — answered the summons. " Is the Earl at h"me ?" ."■JVo'sir ! the Head is not at 'ome." He mistook the caller for a sportive servant, very likely seeking hemp\oyment. "Do you know if he has gone to Windsor my man ?"

" No, —I don't know hif'e 'as gone to Windsor. But I'll tell you what Ido know : You'd be a doin' of yerself a wast deal o* credit hif you'd honly just run around to the sign o' the bell an' Grown, band fetch me a pot of 'alf an'-'alf." "Hall right, where's your money?" •• Wy—bless you ! I don't find money for them as I have lo hanswer the bell for. ATen't you got a sixpenny bit of yer own ?"

" I guess I can find one." And away his lordship went, really enjoying the thing, MAnd shortly returned with a tankard of The valet drank it with a keen relish —emptied the pot —and then offered to return it, with, — " There.my good fellow—l'm much—" But the visitor put the pot back, and cut the speech short with— " Return the tankard yourself, my man, and when your master returns be kind enough to tell him that Lord Eedisdale called."

His lordship left the dazed and confounded valet supporting himself against the doorpost, the porter pot fallen to the floor, his face the picture of horror and despair, looking for all the world like one who wished he had never been born

A Chicago young mau broke it<to the room of the girl he loved, to carry her away, as she refused to marry him. She was absent, but had left the bull dog asleep on her bed. The room was dark. 'Jhe dog didn't bark, but worked. Jn about seven minutes the remains of the young man came out, and said he wouldn't marry that girl for £20,000. It is not easy to be a widow; one must reassume all the modesty of girlhood, without being allowed to feign its ignorance.—Madame de Grirardin.