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Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2322, 28 May 1887, Page 2 (Supplement)

Miss Elizabeth Candy Stanton, now in England, is very angry at the defeat of her pet measure in the United States Senate", and intimates that American women " will never consent to be remanded to the chimney corner."

American Love for England.—The following extract from a speech made on St. Patrick's Day by Mr Charles A. Dana, editor of the New York Sun, throws some light on Sir Robert Stout's assertion that the sympathies of the 'salt, , of the American people are with England : —" There are some things that I love, and my love for them is unrestrained and at the bottom of my heart. The love of Ireland is one of them. Who is there that ean refuse to love Ireland, that beautiful, unfortunate nation, so patient under its wrong of centuries of oppression and suffering ; that land which produces such sons who love her, who are devoted to her, and to whom, after years of absence, no remoteness of separation can bring any alienation of the feelings of the heart. We love Ireland, and we cannot fail to love her sons, for there is iio other patriotism like theirs. I you, gentlemen, that in all my studies, in all my experience, I have never-found; anything in history to surpass the devotion which the sons of Ireland bear to their beautiful and suffering mother. But, as for England and the English, do we give them our love ? I think not. I am thinking of those who are of pure American stock, and not of Irishmen. We of other nations join in the historic cry, Dclcndn est Carthayo."

A Good Salesman.—A merchant relates the following gtories of a "smart" salesman in his employ: —One night a sailor came to my shop and wanted to buy a blanket. Of course be wanted to buy a cheaper one than any we had, and I was afraid my man—he had't been here long —would let him go. Not a bit of it. He marched him off to a lot of big horse blankets, and pointed out their size and dilated on their merits. The sailor seemed pleased at the size and quality, and askeJ what them holes were for. "Oh," said my man, " that's anew thing, and very popular. You just get into your berth, and pass this belt (meaning the surcingle) through those holes and fasten it round you, and it can't slip off. We sell lots of them, but if you don't like it we can cut it off." The sailor did like it, and paid his money and left happy. Another time we had a pair of fur-lined boots or shoes we could not get rid of. When, one day, a young Jtnan from the country came in and wanted something the sort, my man brought out this identical pair. The customer was delighted and tried them on, but they were so small that they hurt him badly. My salesman saw the difficulty immediately, and was as ready as ever. " Look here," he "what are you trying to do? You've got your socks on, haven't you ?" Tho man admitted that ho had. " Why, these are made on puropso to save sock." said my new acquisition ; "we sell lots of them." The gentleman from the rural district took off his socks, and his feet slipped in beautifully. He was tinkled, and took tho shoes, paid for them, and wont out well pleased.