ROUND THE WORLD.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 6, Issue 1769, 23 August 1884, Page 4

ROUND THE WORLD.

The State owns three papers out of which it makes a handsome income—the London Gazette, the Edinburgh Gazette, and the Dublin Gazette, According to the lust statement of accounts the London Gazette shows a net profit of £25,714 19s 4d. The Edinburgh Gazette is a trifle over £3,000, while the Dublin Gazette is a paltry .£429. The editorship of the London Gazette is worth £BOO a year, Telegraphing is dangerous work when it becomes too personal. An Austrian Countess, : Madame Pongrate de Metternich, recently sent the following brief but expressive despatch to Governor Passir.ger, at Neustadt:— " You arc a black-guard." The Governor, who is said to have no idea of gallantry, summoned his fair enemy before a magistrate, and she was sentenced to a fortnight's imprisonment and 300 florins fine, A Warrnambool resident has hit upon a novel idea of passing away some of the hours of night. The rats are rather troublesome, about his house, so he cut a piece out ot the lower section of the door and fitted a sliding trap door, which he holds when in bed, A piece of cheese is set for a bait, and in the hours of darkness the rats start masquerading and feasting. The stiing is pulled, and the rats are imprisoned. Then the big tom-cat is brought in, and the proceedings are very lively. A young French medical student has offered himself to M. Pasteur as a subject for his experiments with rabies, which are to be made beforo a Government Commission. The student desires to be inoculated with the virus, and insists upon being given the preference iu this distinction, expressing an heroic willingness to die, if need be, in the interests of science. The Jewish Chronicle records the death at New York of Victor Fribourg, a veteran of the Napoleonic wars, He was born in Nieder Wessel, nearMetz, in 1793, was drafted into the French Army, made the disastrous Russian campaign, fought at Leipsic, and was wounded at Waterloo, having then attained the rank of Captain. He settled at Metz, and afterwards in New York, where he retired with a competency fifteen years ago. He founded two synagogues in America, When the verdict in the Guiteau case was delivered, the prisoner leaped from his chair and cried, " God will punish you for this," and then pronounced a piophetic malediction upon prosecutors, witnesses, and jury. The fulfilment of the prophesy 'is claimed by an American journal, which says : "The District Attorney has lost his office, and has nothing to do; another counsel is now a common drunkard; two jurymen are dead, two failed in business, one is hopelessly insane; three doctors who declared Guiteau sane are dead; a fourth is himself insane; and lastly, the chemist, who traced poison in the bouquet sent to Guiteau on the morning of his execution has been committed to a lunatic asylum," Moral: Never convict a ! murderer,

Mark Twain pokes fun at the great preacher Henry Ward Beecher, in this way: "Mr Beecher is very regular in his habits. He always goes to bed promptly between 9 and 3 o'clock, and never upon any account allows himself to vary from this rule, He is just as particular in getting up, which he does the next clay. He considers that this discipline, and to this alone, he-is indebted for the rugged health he has enjoyed over since he has adopted it. When he bought his farm he found one egg in every hen's nest on the place. He said that here was just the reason why so many farmers failed—they scattered their forces too muchconcentration was the idea, So he gathered those eggs together, and put them all under one experienced old hen. That hen roosted over that contract night and day, for eleven weeks, under the anxious personal supervision of Mr Beecher himself, but she could not "phase" those eggs. Why? Because they were those infamous porcelain things, which aro used by ingenious and frandulent farmers as nest eggs. But perhaps Mr Beecher's most i disastrous experience \m die time he tried to raise an immense crop of dried apples. He planted $1,500 worth, but never a one of them sprouted, He never understood what was the matter with those apples,