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OUR MISCELLANT. --+- Broken Noses.—An Irishman tells of a fight ;n which there was but one whole nose left is the crowd, and that belonged to the tay-settle." Epitaph on a Miser.- The wretched man who moulders here v Cared not for soul or body lost; V But only wept, when death drew near, To think how much his tomb would cost. Bitter Remark.—Lady Chandos, who was still a coquette in her advanced maturity, came to a party after eleven o'clock. How late you are. my charmer! said the mistress of the house, provokingly. I am quite ashamed," answered her ladyship; but my maid is so very slow; she takes more than an hour and a half to do my hair." Fortunately," ob- served one of her friends, "you are not obliged to stay at home while she is doing it." Difference between Buying and Selling.— An executor not long since had to dispose of certain diamonds. He held the receipts for the money paid for them by the testator. One diamond cost £500 and another £200. Two diamond merchants in Lon- don were separately consulted (without the knowledge of each other), and each valued the diamonds within a few pounds of the same amount. The diamond which cost 1:500 was valued at £ 189, and it was ad- mitted to be a very fine one. The one which cost X200 was valued at £ 70. A Danish Pastor.—The pastor had travelled in distant countries, and, like a man of taste and sense, had surrounded himself in his house with keepsakes and remembrances of the lands he had visited; his walls were hung with good copies of oil pictures, capital old engravings, favourite views of mountain sides, bays, buildings, or popular scenes. His wife could read English and spoke excellent French, to say nothing of Danish and German, which are both to some extent native languages to her. More winning manners I have known nowhere. She has five healthy children, one of whom, the bashful romping, coquet- ting Karl, six years old, won my heart at first sight. The cares of the household, the bringing up of the children, the management of the extensive glebe farm, ecclesiastical and parochial daties, and the supervision of the school, do not so utterly engross the time and attention of this worthy couple as to make them un- mindful of intellectual luxuries and the embellishments of life—a polyglot and eclectic library, flowers, and a piano, upon which the fair lady of the house showed herself not merely a clever, but actually a first-rate performer.—" Invasion of by A. Gallenga. Special Correspondent of the Times. Second-hand Wigs.-What became of the old wigs in former days ? asks a writer in Once a Week. These of course fell from their high estates, were worn threadbare and ragged, fell into holes, were cast off as fashions changed. Yet there was a market for old wigs as for other abandoned garments. There were regular dealers in Rag Fair, as well as peripatetic merchants who called out Old Wigs Old Wigs!" in every street and at every door, as persistently as the better known "Old Clo' purchasers, who still remain, and will probably flourish till tho end of time. There was a ready market for second-hand wigs; sea- faring gentlemen and others much exposed to weather, were often heard to exclaim, Well, the winter's coming on; I must go to Rosemary-lane and have a. 'dip for a wig. This "dipping for wigs" was a simple and primitive sort of art. You paid a shilling, and, in the dark, thrust your hand into a barrel full of wigs and pulled out one. It was a lottery. If you obtained a wig to your fancy, well and good; if not, you paid sixpence more and took another dip; and so on, sixpence each dip, after the first, until you were suited. Hindu Miracles.—As Hunaman was enacting the spy, he unfortunately was made a prisoner, when, as a punishment, his ta.il was oiled, and then set fire to. Attempting to blow out the fire, his face became singed, and permanently blackened; so all his tribe had their physiognomies turned the same colour, which, should any one doubt, they have only to examine the Hunaman monkey, Semnopithecxis enteilus, which, with its black face, may to this day be found along the western Ghauts. After Vishnu, in the form of Rama, had killed Ravana, the wife of the latter came and prayed for a blessing, and he promised she should never be a widow. Then, dis- covering to whom he had made this promise, he directed Hunaman to constantly heap up wood on Ravana's funeral pyre, which he continues until the present time. Until the fire goes out, Ravana's body cannot be considered to be consumed, and, until it is, his wife is not a widow. Should a Hindu be asked for a proof of the truth of this, he directs one to place a finger in either ear, when the noise of the fire still burning may be distinctly heard.—The Land of the Permauls. Another Anecdote of Helson.—The beautiful Emma Lyons—Lady William Hamilton—has been. depicted by a host of aspirants to fame in arc; she has been painted as Venus and Ariadne, as Leda and Armida; she has been portrayed by pen in little less mythological forms, the last and not the least ex- travagant of which has been by Alexandre Dumas, senior. It required the veteran romancer to grapple with that trancendent- and fatal beauty to complete the historic gallery of portraiture. It is many years now (seven or eight, he tells us) since he has laid by that romancer's pen which he could wield with so much skill, and basking, during the greater part of that time under the sun of Naples, he has taken up the most striking episode in its annals as his last con- tribution to historical romance. Nelson's first visit to Naples was made on the occasion of the fall of Toulon, when he was sent in the Agamemnon to announce the fact to King Ferdinand and Qlccn Caroline of Naples. According to Dumas, Sir William Hamilton said on this occasion to his lady, I bring you a little man, who cannot boasto f being handsome, but I shall be much surprised if he is not one day the glory of England, and the terror of his enemies." "How do you foresee that inquired Lady Hamilton. By the few words that we have exchanged. He is in the parlour come and do him the honours of the house, my dear. I have never yet received any Eng- lish officer, but this one shall put up nowhere but with me." And Nelson lodged at the British embassy, situated at the angle of the river and the street cf Chiaia.—New Monthly Magazine. Paper Mattresses and Pillows.—These mat- tresses, when well made, serve as admirable biddings for the sick and infants among the poor, who have often nothing better than sacks filled with shavings to lie upon. They should be made thus?—The paper must be torn up into a basket which will not tip over. It must first of all be folded, and then be torn towards one's self, in the seams, into strips; each strip should be torn into bits no larger than half a. postage stamp. One thing is necessary to be observed in this part of the work-the paper must never be torn double, and each bit must drop separately into the basket. There will be lumps for ever in the pillow or bedding should you neglect this caution. I found out to my cost that, though you may shake the basket of bits, when they are thrown in doubled together they don't divide, and you put lumps into the case of linen or ticking, or whatever you prefer for the same pillow or mattress. No bits with sealing wax or gum upon them, such as some portions of an envelope, should ever be dropped in; neither any coloured paper, because poisons are now and then used in their tints by the manufacturers, in the same way as arsenic is employed in the colouring of green muslin. I have been told by a good authority in the matter that newspaper stuffing is healthy, on account of printers' ink being peculiarly wholesome. For my own part I should prefer a pillow or mattress made one sort of paper, either all newspapers and printed forms, such as circulars and clean old book sheets, or letter paper. Your friends might tear up their letters which they do not wish to preserve, and contribute with advantage to your waste-paper basket.-Once a Week. .— —

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