A SMOKING ANECDOTE.
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AT Frankford, lately, curious circumstance
occurred illustrative of the characters of the sur
ly English and the dull German. In a coffee
room, an Englshman standing too close
with his back to the stove, and German kept
close to him, putting the unsavory fumes of his
cigar into his face. The Englishman remonstra-
ted, but the quiet German kept putting away as
if he had not heard the Engishman's voice. At
last the Englishman showed fighting disposition,
and maintained that no man had right to puff
smoke out of his mouth into another mans face
and that smoking ought to be confined to smo-
king places. The heavy German, with all the
slowness and gravity of his nation, coldy replied
i'll the worst of English:


''Ya, va, Sir John Bull, what right have you to
complain to make of de smell of my smok, when
your one coat have bin burn and make big smell
for ten minutes and nothing says to your


The Englishman, to his great discontinue,
found that his coat rather cloak, was shriv-
elled and burnt up to his waist by the German
stove.