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Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2283, 26 February 1887, Page 2 (Supplement)

Courage.—Unless a man is fearful, he cannot be courageous. Unless he realises danger, and is on the watch against it, he lacks the elements of a soldierly character. . A child might bo fearless 011 a picket-line in time of war, but his fearlessness would not be courageousness, nor yet a substitute for it. True courage lies in the intelligent recognition of danger, and in the determined facing of the danger recognised. 'Virtue is more than innocence. Innocence may be fearless : virtue must be courageous. Sleeplessness.—Daily worries, as they are fruitful causes or sleeplessness, should as far as'possible be controlled if sleep is to be more than a dreamy drowsiness. Some men can throw off anxiety for a time when they go to rest; others, less gifted with trol, ponder their troubles in their beds. The advantage of the former in every way is. of course apparent. It was a prudent resolution which led the philosopher Kant to spend a quarter of an hour before ho retired each night in abstracting his mind fromits pro-occupations; light sleepers might well adopt his method. "Thkiih it is! I knew you would put your foot in it !" exclaimed Phasiesius, coming into the room while Lavinia waa getting ready for church Sunday morning. "Put my foot in what, pray ?" innocently inquired she, suspending operations with the button hook and straightening up to a sitting posture. "Your boot, my dear," he replied with a grin. And then quickly spreading his wings he flew out of the house and up the street to attend the service at a different sanctuary than had been his custom. ' Walk up ! Walk up ! ladies and gentlemen !' shouted a man at the top of his voice, in front of a booth at a fair. ' Walk up and inspect this curious phenomenon, a real, live woman fish, the only one existence.' There was a rush; the place was crammed to the doors. The curtain rose, and a young woman, dressed all in black, appeared on ' the stage, and said, in doleful accents, ' Ladies and gentleman, I am the woman Fish. There is my certificate of marriage. My husband's name was Fish. He was a slater by trade. He was killed last summer through a fall off a scaffolding, and, as he has left me with four children unprovided for, I will take the liberty to go round and make a collection on their behalf.'

Palmerston was travelling north on one occasion by railway. He purchased a third-class ticket, lit his cigar, and entered the carriage. One of the employds called the attention of the manager to the fact, remarking, " What shall we do if Lord Palmerston rides third class? Everyone will follow suit, and no first or secondclass tickets will be sold." The manager thought a moment, then took two thirdclass tickets, handed them to two-chimney-sweeps standing on the platform, and ushered - them into the carriage were Palmerston sat. Palmerston looked up. and immediately comprehended the position and the motive. Arriving at the next station, lie purchased two first-class tickets, took the sweeps out and ushered them into a first-class carringo. The retaliation was of course appreciated by the railway managers. . A tourist at the Ourragh was strolling round the outskirts of the camp with a party of ladies and gentlemen, when they fouud a man laboriously turning a windlass which hoisted from ;V shaft a bucket filled with rock. The only thing remarkable about the man at the windlass was his hat, the crown of which was cut clear off, allowing the hot sun to pour down upon a perfectly bald head. Some waggish friends had recommended this arrangement as sure to produce a crop of hiur. The gentleman and his party stood watching the man toiling unceasingly at his heavy labour for several minutes, when the kind-hearted visitor spoke up with concern, and said, "My friend, why don't you cover up your liead ?" This hot sun will affect your brain." "Brain, is it?" cried the man, as he gave the windlass another creaking revolution. If I had an.y brains, d'yo think I'd be here pullin up this bucket ?"