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Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4218, 8 July 1882, Page 5 (Supplement)

" Civis," of the Otago Witness says :— Here is a very goody story sent to me by a friend. A well-known and highlyesteemed divine, whose good-nature is proverbial, was driving a short distance from town when he overtook two old women rolling what he took to be a barrel of butter. To stop the buggy and offer assistance, at once suggested itself to the mind of its benevolent occupant. Dismounting and giving his efficient aid, the barrel was, with some difficulty, hoisted on to the back of the vehicle, and the worthy gentleman was requested to drop it at a particular store some half a mile ahead. After starting, oar reverend friend, on looking round to satisfy himself of the safety of his cargo, espied the inscription "Joel's XXX" on the head of the cask. This suggested a difficulty, and caused him to express some doubts as to the propriety of rendering assistance under such circumstances. He was, however, reassured by the remark, V Never mind, Doctor—so long as ye keep outside, the liquor will do ye no harm." The journey? proceed till a store was reached, when the occupant was called on to take delivery. "Oh, no, Doctor," was the reply, " you've quite mistaken—that's for the sly grog«shop over the way !" Never before had good nature been so shamefully imposed upon. Blessed are the peace makers, and hence I am always delighted to hear of the burying of the hatchet on the part of folks who have long been at variance. And this interesting ceremony has just taken place between two high dignitaries who had been at variance for a long time. Who doss not know about the squabble between the Minister of Lands and the Bishop of Nelspn P They could not agree on the Native question, but have agreed at last on another point, and are now, I presume, fast friends. The initiative was taken by the Minister, who, on Monday last, telegraphed thusly to the Bishop: "I agree with you at last; we may as [well be in Russia, the weather is dreadful." It is said that in response to this pathetic appeal, the Bishop is about to come over with a bundle of silver grey rabbit skins to wrap the shivering Minister in, and also as a peace offering. —" Asmodeus" in the N.Z. Mail.

A Chicago lady of rather large size was boasting to a lady visitor that she was going to Paris, and that she intended to hare Worth niake her a dress. "Well, my dear." said the other, " will he build a scaffolding around you, or will he employ a surveyor ?"

Thei very latest,, nicest little idea is for a young lady to decorate a tamiature pair of bellows and send it to her best "gentleman friend. It sigifies, "don't mind your poverty, I will raise the wind. :