Democratic Sentinel, Volume 5, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 March 1881 — The Serious and the Funny. [ARTICLE]

The Serious and the Funny.

It is very curious how intermingling are the curious and the funny things of life. Even at a funeral something may happen which will make you smile through your tears, and at a wedding something may make you weep in the midst of smiles. Hood’s verses are wonderfully true : When I reflect with serious sense, While years and years roll on, How soon I may be summoned hence— There’s cook a calling ' 4 John 1” Our lives are built so frail and poor, On sand and not on rocks; We’re hourly standing at death’s door— There’s some one double knocks! All human days have settled terms; . Our fates we cannot force. This flesh of mine will feed the worms— They’ve eome to lunch, of course. And when my body’s turned to clay, And dear friends hear my knell. Oh. let them give a sigh and say—- “ I hear the upßtairs bell !’’ [From the Sparta (Wis.) Herald.] As an exhibition of the intrinsic worth of St. Jacobs Oil, we think the case referred to, that of Mrs. O W. Hubbard, of this town, cured of Sciatic Rheumatism of long standing by the Oil, is certainly striking, aud, beyond all doubt, conclusive as to its efficacy. The remedy has our indorsement Little Fritz was but 2\ years old when he paid a visit to his grandfather’s farm, where all was new to the little fellow, who lived in a large city, and greatly did he delight in accompanying his grandpapa in his daily search for fresh eggs. One day grandpapa came into the family living-room, saying : “.Who has taken all the eggs from,my setting hen ? I have found twelve little round potatoes in the nest, but no eggs. ” With wide-open eyes and merry dimples dancing around the cherry mouth, “ I did,” cried the little fellow. “ But,” said the grandsire, “don’t you know that we shall have no little chickens now?” “ Why, dranpa,” replied Fritz, “ dat ole hen is so ’tupid her will never know the difference. ” ■