Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 February 1883 — A LITTLE SPICE. [ARTICLE]

A LITTLE SPICE.

Moses: I may have made some mistake ; but I don't remember ever having taken fees for any of the Wilderness star-routers. ' , A peddler added at a Philadelphia house the other day and asked to see the head of the family. He was referred to the servant girL A considerate lassie: A little Augusta three-year-old girl rebuked her mother for alluding to a black cat Bhe said it was a “oolored” cat Bjornstjerne Bjornson, the novelist narrowly escaped having a middle name. His parents intended to call him Bjornstjerne Bjojorjsjnjtjorjonjrastjse Bjomson, bat the “j” box gave out before the third syllable of the middle name was reached. “That butter is all right” said a board-ing-house keeper ; “it is firkin butter and tastes a little of the wood; that’s aIL” “If that’s the case,” replied the boarder, who is a contractor, “I should like to get some of the wood to make railroad bridges of.”

Mrs. Langtry has said : “The newspaper men of America are the handsomest brightest and most courteous gentlemen I ever met.” This, however, is not much of a compliment Mrs. Langtry never met any one but lords and dukes, and earls, and such people. Here is a little’ Georgian’s prayer, as given by the Gwinnett Herald: “Lord. I’m got a cold, awful one too—l want yon to come and cure me, cure me quick, too. I can’t see yon, but gness you can see me. Wake me up soon in the mornin’. Don’t care whether yon wake Henry up or not Amen.” French Fan: Making haste slowly : A young oouple, to whom parting is most sweet sorrow, engage a hack to drive them home from the Bois by the hour. The coachman takes in the situation and drives home with fond, reluctant* amorous delay. When the fare settles his bill the jarvey is unable to repress his disgust at the smallness of the tip. “One franc extra,” he says, with an expression of profound dissatisfaction, “and I made all the haste I couldn’t !” Wee Johnnie was riding on the cars with his mother and dropped on the floor one of the peanuts he was eating. After he had .finished the other he began to climb down to get the one on the floor, bat his mother stopped him, saying he could not have it He knew his mother would not change her mind, and he sat still in silence for several minutes. But he could endure it no longer, and soon a pitiful little voioe piped out: “Mother, can’t I get down on the floor and look at that peanut ?”