Savory Morsels.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4382, 19 January 1883, Page 2

Savory Morsels.

No, we are pretty well satisfied that there is no companion to tbe language of flowers known as the language of food. If there was such a book, it world contain something like this ; Ha«h~innocefice ; boarding-house steak—tender thoughts; sausage —kivi; beans—oulcbah ; fishballs —forget-me-not, etc.

According to an American journal a Colorado Variety manager haYaitSge siga painted over his piano bearing the legend : "Please don't shoot at the pianist. He is doing the best he knows how." By the will of Peter Symonds, made in the year 1568, sixty of the youngest boys in Christ's Hospital, London, receive— [--after i ivine service every Good Friday j morning in Allhallows Churcbj Lombard Mreet —a new penny and a bag of raisins. The requirements of this curious ' will were caretuily carried oat last jk*f for the 289 th time.

A wedding was about to takajplace a short time ago in one of the Scotch churches, when a hitch occurred YWoagh the absence of witnesses, and the bride herself bad surmounted the difficulty by going for two friends, one of them her ■ cousin, a blooming lass; somewhatyoucger than herself. When at length the parties had been properly arranged, and the minister was about to proceed WitE the ceremony, the bridegroom suddenly said, " Wad ye bide a wee; sir?" ■" Oh, what is it now ?" asked the exasperated plenty* man. " Weel," replied' the vacillating groom, " I.was.just gaun to lay that if it wad be the same to you, I wad rather liae that ane," pointing to the bridesmaid. "A most extraordinary statement" to make at this stage; I'm •faridrit's too late to talk of such a thing now." "Is it ?'■' returned the bridegroom, in a tone of calm resignation to the inevitable. 1 Weel, then, sir, ye'maun just, gang; on." By an English paper we letra that Mount Etna has for some days been showing great and increasing activity, emitting flashes of fire aud dense volumes of smoke. - , t . ■j- " Widdor Jenkins." said an Ohio farmer, as he bustled into her bo me due morning, "I am a man of business. I'm worth $10,000, and naut you iora Wife. I give you three minutes in .which rr to answer " " I don't want ten sewnds; did man," she replied, as shs shook oat the dishcloth; "I'm a'woman of business, worth §16,000, and wouldn't m trey yon if you were the last man on ear'h ! I give you a minute and a half to get J " He • got.

A work with the taking tide of j <' The Pedigree of the Devil" wiil shortly be published by Messrs Triibuor andypo. The object of the author is, it is stated, an investigation of the various sources from which the modern idea of the archenemy of mankind has" been builfr np.rand an analysis of the ramifieati )hs "of"his genealogy.. The work iV by Mr Frederic T. Hall, F.R.A.S., and will be illustrated by a series of elaborate drawings by the author, and printed by the Autotype Com* pany.

An- extraordinary faltdtfj*^ f:l(Mjrß the Colonies and India) has occurred in British India, where an experienced traveller, having, as is the, customs in trbpieal triantries, taken a refreshing draught fronTthe stem of one of the many] water-holding plants which thrive in the forests, qualified his cold refreshment by a "nip" of rum. Shortly afterward'he die4io exeraciating agony, and a post mortem examination showed that his internal 1 organs were literally sealed up with India rubber. He had imbibed the«ap of Miusops balata, the iuice of which ooagulates and hardens in alcohol, and the rum had had its-osaal' effect in the poor man's stomach, with necessarily fatal results.

That female pupils fere just as capable of learning Greek as the male stndeots ii the testimony of «|hoolm»srer»."t ■■* -■ , 3 •

How he was Forew«jff»d»—" I believ* youre,aXopl, John,",testily exclaimed Mrs Mtggs.'as her husband nnwittingly presented her with the hot end of Jg»o£ato dish,"; which she promptly irinmw^ind broke/ '"YeS," he; : «ddo4,!,r^igi|«4]y, " that's what the clerk told me 'when I Went to take out my marriage UoeQSf,"