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New Zealand Herald, Volume V, Issue 1401, 14 May 1868, Page 5

The Patbon Saint op Auotionbbbs.—St. Franois of Sales. We envy the sensations of that brewer whom Beau Brummel rashly attempted to patronise. " I always say, Mr. Smith," remarked the beau,_ condescendingly, " that your porter is the beat in London." " Ah, thank you, Mr. Brummel, returned the brewer quite unabashed, " I'm sure I wish every blackguard would say the same."— Echoes from the Clubs. An adventurous journalist, who !b going to Abyssynia in advance of the expedition, tried to nigrify himself the other day with tincture of iodine. Thus transformed, ho took a quiet walk in the sunshine (of course in a walled garden), and was rather surprised to find himself photographically tatooed with an exact reflex of the trees and flowers around him. — Echoes from the Clubs. Crowin& Hbns ; oit, Woman's Eights.—" Why shouldn't we crow ?" said the speckled hen. " Why not P" said the white hen. " Why not ?" said all the hens, qb the question went round. "We are as clever, as strong, as handsome, and as good every way bb that domineering old cock; in my opinion we' are snperior!" said the speckled hen. " And in mine," said the white hen. " And in mine," said all the hens, much impressed and excited by this new view of things. So they practised, and stretched out their necks, and stuok their heads on one side, all in imitation of the old cock; and a very remarkable noise they made. " Hey day!" said the Drover, stopping as he ran through tho yard to listen to thehubbub ; my dear creatures, what are you at ? Give up this nonsense: while you keep to clucking you are highly respectable, but when you take to crowing you can't think what ridiculous figures you cut — keep to clucking, dears, keep to clucking ["—Leisure Mom