Whispering Gallery.
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lhe best whispering gallery in the world
is, after all said, in St. Paul's at London
There is good one in this city. is
formed by the arch of the proscenium. ot
the fark theatre. On Saturday night, a
person whose externals smacked of the
Jersey, sat in the front sea, of the third
tier, directly against one end of the arch.
and in the precise spot fit for an operator
on the opposite side. The wag eyed
the countryman, and said in very low
tone:


You are nice man."


he stranger started and looked around.
but could see nobody that knew him. and
therefore settled himself down 10 look at
Inc ballet again. His tormentor recon-
menced:


81 say you are nice man TO he caught
here"


ihe countryman turned pale.


"ill tell your wife how you spend your
evenings in N. York;


Inc victim arose and looked anxiously
around. The tormentor continued,


"A man of your years, and with your fa-
mliy, should be in any part of the house but
the third tier!'


The man hastily got up, rushed for the
door, and left without taking cheeky.
Y. Ledger.