NEXT OF KIN TO LORD CLYDE.

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume I, Issue 38, 22 October 1869, Page 3

NEXT OF KIN TO LORD CLYDE.

At the present moment a tiller of the soil is about to proceed to Europe to enforce his claim as next of kin to the late Lord Clyde, better known as Sir Colin Campbell. M ; Liver, the free selector on Boneo, in the district of Tootgarook, who for some time has been content to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow, bursts suddenly upon us as the heir presumptive to the son of Mr. John M'Liver, of Glasgow, and who entered the army as Ensign Campbell, in 1808, and who, in 1853, was created a peer by the title of Lord Clyde. From what we hear it seems probable that the Australian M'Liver, who until now has been satisfied with the benefits conferred upon him under the 42nd clause of the Land Act, will be able to substantiate his claim to the accumulated prize money of the hero of Chillianwallah, A lma, and Lucknow. —' Melbourne Herald."

At a fashionable wedding in St. Louis, the officiating clergyman liey. Father F. M. Keilty, in his address to the groom, said: " You are the man, and the man must be the ruler. Any idea looking to woman as being the riiler is a perversion of scripture." The cricket scores' this year in England have been perfectly wonderful. In the match between the Gentlemen of the South against the Players of the South, at Kemiington Oval," which began on loth July, the Players began with an inuings of 475, of which Charlwood made 100. Poo ley, 7d, and Jupp, 76. This was afterwards capped by the Gentlemen, who put together no less than 533 ruus, of which Mr. \V. G. Grace made 180, and Mr. B. B. Cooper, 101. The. Players went in again, and for one wicket made 108, the match being then brought to a close. It will thus be seen that 11 lb* runs were made for 21 wickets —a feat unparalleled in the history of cricket. The Canterbury week on t\e 9th of August, and showed some extraordinary scoring. In the mitch between the Maryleborie Club and the County of Kent, the Club made 423 for 9 wiekets, Mr. \Y. (x. vji-ace being again the top scorer, with i' 27, obtained by very careful and fine play, against- good bowling.

Jt is reported that goUiield.H one hundred and twenty miles Ion", exceeding the Calitbriiian mines in richness have been discovered near Oolima, North-Western Mexico, and that diners are gathering there in large numbers In some well deserved strictures on the recent disgusting baby show at the North Woolwich Gardens, the ' Daily News' truly observed, that although the smile of innocence and the sleep of innocence are pretty m poetical figures, yet that the exhibition of three hundred innocents and sleeping isjan attempt to convert poetry into hard matter-of-fact prose whicn must fail I was forcibly reminded of this conflict of poetry with prose the other day, when calling at a* fanner's house in my parish and being request- d to look at the now baby. It w.is fast asleep in its cradle, and as I looked at it a sweet smile irradiate! its fa •%. The germ of a sonnet to a sleeping in fant was already in my mind, when, unfortunately for tha sonnet, if not for poetry, I made a casual remark concerning the smile to the professional Gainp who was in attendance. "When Mrs. Gamp delivered this opinion,— " It's the wind, sir ! Bless their littlo 'arts! whenever they smiles in their sleep, you may always know as they're, troubled with the wind!" It was impossible for me to gainsay this, although it proved the death blow to my sonnet. In fact, who can gainsay it ? I cannot see how such a question can be tried upon its own merits, and then finallv decided. Yet this Grampian female was a nurse of great experience, and, as she herself argued, "If I ain't able to pernounce an opinion on them infants, I should like to know who is ? " The sexton in a large town near which I lived was compelled to dig the graves of all the parish poor died for a very small sum per grave, which, he did not consider sufficient. One afternoon he had to dig four or five graves, and was much out of temper. The parish doctor happened to pass, so he left his work and went up to him, and. touching his hat said,." You're getting through them paupers very quick, sir."—' Once a Week.' A friend of mine, aelerjyman. tried to persuade an old scamp of a fellow to come to church on the plea that he had seen his wife there the previous Sunday. "I hope you'll try and come now, James." " Well, sir. 1 thiuk I'll try, for our Mary says you're a hell" of* a preacher." The Three Graces.—Three boys were onee disputing as to whose father said the shortest grace. First boy—" My lather says Thank God." "Oh," said thesecond, "mine says Am in." No. 3, | "Ah, but mine's the best of all; he J nobbut pushes his plate away and savs iTheer.