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OMNIBUS. JACK AND HIS MOTHER.—-The maternal parent of a "true British sailor," whose ship is now lying in harbour near the Isle of Wight, was anxious to send him some mark of her affection, and therefore bought him a present, and, on Thursday last, took it to a Tynesièe post-office. The post-master told her that it was too heavy for the mail she must send it by some other con- veyance. Her next application was to a railway station—when the sum of 6s. 9d. was named to her as the charge for carriage. Some sagacious friend, however, advised her to split the parcel in two, and make use of themail for by this device she could send her gift for 3s. 6d. No sooner said than done. And what think you, reader, was the love-token which this warm-hearted woman was sending her absent son, and for the carriage of which she was willing to have paid 6s. 9d ? It consisted of half a quire of writing paper, a clasp-knife, and a pound of tobacco —Gateshead Observer. Nations ate governed longer by words than by ideas the first are transmitted unchanged from generation to generation— the latter change at every moment. Thus words, the shells of thoughts, are like the shells of those insects which, when deprived of their inmates, build up what not even elephants could- islands. A short time since, one of the beadles of N- took a quan- Uy of butter from a countryman, because it was deficient in weight and meeting him a few days after in a public-house, said 10 him, You're the man I took twenty pounds of butter from the other day." No. I bean't replied Hodge. 1 am sure yon are," says the beadle. I tell ye I bean't," rejoined the countryman, and if thee likes't I'll lay thee a guinea on't." Done,' replied the beadle, and the money was quickly posted. "Now," says the countryman, "thou didst take twenty LUMPS of butler from me, but if they bad been twenty POUNDS you'd have had no right to take 'em and this," continued he, very coolly pocketing the money, will just pay me for the loss of the butter." A London millionaire, being asked to sign a petition against the grant to Maynooth, the other day, replied, Maynooth, Maynoolh; Oh, yea; I'll sign a petition against anything but the Great Western—I've lots of shares in that ? This story, known to be quite true, has been a standing joke at the clubs for some days past. BRIEF WIDOWHOOD.—On Thursday morning, among the candidates for the fetters of Hymen, &t Preston parish church, was a buxom widow, who had only worn her sorrowing weeds ELEVEN days Her first husband died on the Sunday, and she was married to her second on Thursday week. Women in love always think they can liveon two-pence a day, and bake their husband's bread, or mend their husband's coat. by way of economy. However much desired a state of society may be in which their devotions might be gratified and repaid, ond the two-pence a day be found sufficient, it is, nevertheless (far the present) an impossibility. Those who marry on an income inadequate to their habitual wants are generally reproached for the foolishness of the step they have taken by the very man for whom all this economical discomfort was incurred; and those who do not marry in that way are also usually upbraided for refusing. The old man near the Hague, that served my house from his dairy, grew so rich that he gave it over, bought a horse, and furnished a house at the Hague, resolving to live at ease the rest of his life giew so weary of being idle, he sold it, and returned again to his dairy.—Sir William Temple, In a little French town, some few years ago, they got up two dramatic entertainment, entitled, Adam and his Family," and The Death of Abel; both of which, it was announced, were to be performed in the costl/me of the times." THE LAST DAYS OF THOMAS HOOD.—The following is ex- tracted from a memoir of Thomas Hood, by Mrs. S. C. Hall :— What a sad picture—and by no means a solitary onf-tlo the last months of this great man's life display I The Song of a Shirt" was knocking at every heart in Great Britain, while its author was panting for breath, and trying to t-nlisi the forces of his friends in the launch of the magazine that still bears his name. And his friends stood by him they gathered willingly beneath the banner, which, had it been raised by a strong arm instead of one trembling with pain and the unsteadiness of de- parted health, would have battled the breeze nobly, and waved for years triumphantly above—as a shelter to—his home. A little longer, and the difficulties of his position increased one illness succeeded another, and at the end of each periodical labour induced the mingled smiles and tears of his admirers. He wrote wit while propped by pillows and the chapters of a novel-doomed to remain, like his life, a great frag- ment—were produced between the intervals and beatings of heart disease. Alas what those endure who write for bread But it is all over with him now the gold has been refined and the crucible is broken; the toilworn body has been bowed in death that the soul might escape into life—the mortal cerements have been burst; the winged child is borne into the true hfe- the life of eternity Those who loved him best rejoice at his re- lease from labour-never remunerated in proportion to the pleasure it gave-never in a way at all commensurate with the enormous profit it produced-seldom, perhaps, thought of by those whose hearts it opened." EVIDENCES OF IMMORTALITY.— Ihe one conclusion of all reo search on this, as on eveiy other subject, is inevitable. Theie is certainly some end worthy of man's creation, and suited to his spirit, in his advancing struggle after knowledge and gcodness, which the economy of earthly existence does not furnish. The purpose of being is not here explained intelligent desire is not satisfied; the sunshine of truth u only reflected on earth there is no perfect day of the soul; light direct from its source falls on the sight: we must imagine the delights of which we are capable, but which we cannot here realize we must live ab- stiactedly if we would live reasonably in holy intimacy with divine and human science; we must look forward ioto futurity for the meaning of the past. The present adds but a stone to the grand erection, the design of which is to occupy our contempla- tion everlastingly for each individual mind, in its memory and experience, is adding material to material, in an order and for an end at present unknown to itself, but yet manifestly according to the plan of a mind that cannot be disappointed. The very body, which in health so beautifully obeys us, while the soul seeks only perishing enjoyment, becomes ao impediment to our nobler aspirations and when the spirit awakes to the consciousness of its infinite capacity, its very efforts to be free tend to burst the bonds of the body, which becomes more and more irksome as the mind grows mature at length the ruinous condition of the earthly tabernacle strengthens the desire for one that is heavenly and eternal; and when the body obeys not, then the attentive believing spirit begins to enjoy true liberty in acquaintance with God's purpose to his ciealure and already catching a gleam of glory from beyond the grave, the regenerated man passes through death, and finds it only one step to enter for ever through that gateway into satisfying and endless life.—Moore. MATRIMONIAL RETRIBUTION.—I knew a man (and to his shame be it said, that he was also a professor of the gospel, that gospel which inculcates lova to all mankind) who exhibited in his own proper person a happy combination of all the aecom. plishments in the art of teasing and tormenting. Was he read. ing, if the poor wife bad to rise from her work-table, Madam, 1 really cannot be interrupted in this way." Did he go into the dining-room, and see a fork or a spoon not perfectly straight, Madam, will you be so kind as to insist upon your table being decently laid 1" In short, there was no petty duly, from the top of the house to the bottom, but was illuminated by his commen- taries, and at some time or anothtr made sources of annoyance to his wife. I recollect her still with her mild voice and gentle manners, quietly acquiescing in all his commands, however UD. reasonable she continued an amiable slave until death released her from her task-master. But a retributive Providesce awaited him. He married again and taught the lesson to others :hat tyrants are usually cowards; fltr his second wife was a deter. mined vixen, and to her he was as humble a slave as he had been a haughty master to the former.—The Young Husband. CURIOUS MISTAKE.—In the accident which recently occurred on the Bristol and Birmingham Railway, near Berkeley, a curi- ous circumstance arose. A Mrs. Fowler was supposed to be thu person killed, as she wore a shawl of a particular description, and such a one was in fragments on the raIlway. On persons going to Mrs. F.'s cottage, she was not at home, and the door locked, which strengthened the impression, as she was known to have gone in the direction across the line. The mutilated remains were, consequently, taken into her cottage, and put down in one corner. Presently, as all were lamenting her loss, Mrs. Fowler came in and electrified all present by her appearance in life, as they were fully convinced her remains were in a basket in the corner of the room. THE EFFICACY OF RESOLUTION.-—W here there is a strong de- termination to attain an object, it is generally sufficient of itself to create the means, and almost any means are sufficient. We mistake in supposing that there is only one way of doing a thing, namely, that in which it is commonly done. Whenever we ha1 e to prove it, we find how rich in resources is necessity and sel- dom It is, that, in the absence of the ordinary instrument, she has not some new invention to supply its place. This is a truth which studious poverty has often had experience of, and been b, t ter for experiencing: foi difficulties so encountered and subdued not only whet ingenuity, but strengthen a man's whole intellectual and moral character,and fit him for struggles and achievements in aftertime, from which other spirits less hardly trained turn away in despair. ALDERMANIC STUDIES.—As a woithy alderman was gazing one evening at ihe gas lights in front of the Mansion House, an old acquaintance came up 10 him and said—" Well, Sir William, are you studying astronomy 1" No, sir," replied the alder- mao, .1 I am studying gastronomy." His friend looked amazed, and the alderman said, Do you doubt my voracity" No, Sir William." FEMALE BEAUTY.—An ancient rhyme divides female beauty into four orders, as follows :— Loog and lazy, Little and loud. Fair and foolish, Dark and proud. APPROPRIATE ANSWERS. Did you ever see any prize oxen 1-N 0; but I know a gentle- man that got a prize at Oxon. Did you ever hear the great guns at Woolwich 1-No; but I've heard a minor canon at St. Paul's. Can you manage four-in-hand ?—Yes I think if I got four honours in my hand at whist I might manage them.

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