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Lyttelton Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1056, 24 December 1862, Page 3

Lord Dundreary in the Country*.—When I was stopping down at Wolkingham with the Widleys, last autumn, there was a moh'sous joHy/girl staying there too. I don't mean two girl# youknow —only—only one girl—but stop a that right ? How could one girl be stopping there'fie©*— ! What doosid queer expwessions there English language! Stopping there two! It'svewy i odd. I—l'll swear there wasi only one girl-Htf least the one I mean was only one—if she'd been two; of course I should have known it—Let me seenow.boe is singular, and two is plural—well, you know/She was a singular girl—and she—she was onetoomuiy ' for me. Ah I see now—that : accounts' for it—one two many—of course—l knew there' was ; a'two somewhere. She had a vewy queer name, Miss—nrisi— Missmiss no, not Miss Missmiss—l always im&r the' wrong—l mean the right name, Miss Chafflngfciitn— that's it—Charlotte Chaffingham. I weckometttber Charlotte, because they called her Lotty— day at bweakfast I made a stunning —"Why is Miss Charlotte like a Londoncabm&h?" Well, none of them could guess it. Theyitwied'and twied, and at last my brother Sam.whoi wasin England then—he gave a most stupid "I know," he said, "She's like a London cabman because she's got a /om s«tfi.'? TDid you ever hear anything so ridiculous? Justas ifherfacewaski't muchpwettier than her'back?—Why/ codld seethatv for I was sitting Opposite her. It's twueSamwisjUst behind her, offering her some mufHns,but—-you - know? he'd seen herface, and he weally ought to have known better. I told him so—l said," Tfiam, you! ought to be athamed of yourthelf, that'th not ! theanthwer." Well, of course, then they'all wanted s kno#, an<l I —I told 'em —ha, ha!—my anthwer was good, wasn't it?—Oh, I forgot I haven't told you—well— it is—l said—"Miss Charlotte is like a London ckb* ma, because she's a L6tty Chafflngham," (of cotirse I meant, lot o' chaff in him.)-—D'ye Bee?-—DOoeid good I call it—but, would you believe?—all the party begau woarwing with laughter all Wound,? At first I thought they were laughing at the widdley and I laughed too, but at last Captain Wagsby said (by the way I hate Wagsby—he's so doosid familiar)-— Captain Wagsby said—" Mulled it again,myLoitf. u From this low expwession—which I wecollect -at Ojiford, I thought that they thought I" had made a mithtake, and asked them what they meant* by woarwing in that absurd nfenner. " Why, don't you see, Dundreary,"—some one said—it. won't do—you've forgotten the lady's sex—Miss Charlotte can't be said to have any; chfcff in him, It ought to be chaff in her—and then they began to woar again. Upon my word now, it hadn't occurred to' mekjdN taiiily before, but I don't Bee now that it was such' a mithtake. What's the use of'being so doosid particular about the sense :of a widdle as long aa - its a good one? Abthurd!—London Society. A Pretty Hiddli.k.—A gentleman who was'paying his addresses to a young lady, at length summoned ut> sufficient courage to ask' if they" were Agreeable to her, and whether he might flatter' hitn-J self with' a chance of ultimate BucceSs. Theladjjr replied " Strives," telling the gentleman the letters so as to form out of themaanotherr r word, which was her answer.' The reader who ; can ' find out the word need never fear belng non-plttssed lady. .Those who cannot decipher it must either wait till they overcome the difficultyyor give up all thoughts of wooing.