WIT A N ID HUI nj 0 R !.

a4Yue Humor generally looks serious, while every
hdy tr about hm Fa's Hunof = always so. iaueh-

BssLrp Icrs--in some hol countries, to
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"a, g,whlsf svery body about him looks serious


Besbrp JcE.--In some hot countries, to
which Yankee ice is sent, it is regarded as
a great luxury. A foreign journal relates
thata gentleman, who had purchased some
lunps Of it, sent tito his cook, with Or
ders to haveit served up for dinner. The
cook was at loss what to do with it. But
as he had a pot Of boiling water over the
fire, he dropped the ice into it. At the din.
ner-table, the master said, when the dessert
was ready -" Now fetch me the ice"


.All gone, rnassa.''


/" Gone, where's it gone to 7"


"Why, massa, me putt into the pot to
boil, and when me looked for il, it want
thereof amiai


The poor fellow had bottle thrown at
his head for his blunder. @


THE sHAITcHEs'AND THE 'HoEs.'-An ex
change tells a good story Of an Englishman
named Ogton, lately settled out west, who
called repeatedly at the post Office, to inquire
II there were ''any letters for John Hogton r."
and the invariable reply s".None, sir"


Every strange" said he one day, as he be-
gan to feel uneasy about his bills Of exchange,
and he requested the clerk to examine again.
The merchants eye followed him, and he OBJ
served that he looked among the letters begin
ming with H. H4


.'Onoh!" cried honest John, "what are you
doing there2 I'll said John Hoglown"


Il know il, sir, and am looking for John
Hogiown--there is nothing for you, sir!"


.'Nay, nay" shouted John, "don't look
among the haitcAes, look among the hoes"
. And among the O's John Ogton's letters
had been accumulatng for months.


h8- 6s. ----------- tss.:t- e
"Little boys should be seen and not heard !"
as the boy said when he could not say his les
son.


Il say, Mister, what's butter TO- day2'


why butter, certainly


We'll, Pm mighty glad Of it, for the last lb.
l got from you was more than half lard


ANTIN NHfhlNG DIhLoUUE.--Sl. SSuOu eo'
fdes? What is faith !?


A.--Quod non ydes. What one does no,
see.


Q.-Quod non vides? What is hope7


A.-Nondum res. Not yet reality.


Q~-Quod est caritas? WHAT'S charity?


A.--Ah, magster, id est paucias. All, sir,
1t is rarity.


APRErrY THoueHr.-A coquette is rose
from which every lover plucks a leaf--,he
thorns are reserved for her future husband.