MISCELLANEOUS.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 4912, 22 January 1889, Page 3

MISCELLANEOUS.

Sims Reeves will have his final farewell, it is believed, in 1089, upon whicli occasion lie will celebrate the fifty years’ jubilee of his public career. While the Emperor William was at Rome ho was treated to an illumination of the ancient ruins of the Eternal City. It was a wonderful panorama. The Coliseum appeared as a colossal mass of fire.

Seeing the fine raiment that is conspicuous in many churches, and the evidently small contributions when the plates or baskets are passed, one is not surprised that a London preacher exclaimed, “ 'When I look at the congregation I say, Where are the poor ? When I count tire offertory in the vestry, I say, Where are the rich P ” An extraordinary scene look place at Bradford Borough Court recently, when Maria Corner was brought up for writing letters under the signature of “Jack, the Kipper.” A dense crowd fought for admission to the court. The prisoner listened to the trial with an amused expression. After an interesting legal argument as to whether she had committed a breach of the peace, she was bound over for six months in £2O, and told that if she again transgressed she would go to gaol. Western South America once furnished the rest of the world with gold. Lately a strong current of coin has been flowing the other way, as far as the Eastern Coast at least. On November 15th, 637,000 sovereigns were withdrawn from the Bank of England for export “to South America ” ; £250,000 worth of gold coin was sent from Berlin to the same destination the previous day, and it was reported that no less than a million had been drawn from New York within the preceding few days. The premium on gold at Buenos Ayres on that date was quoted at 41-.50 per cent, and it bad been considerably higher. A few months ago an account appeared in the American papers of a supper party at Baltimore which was given in honor of the young bride of an Englishman. In the course of the evening the bride took off her dainty slipper, filled it with chumpognc, and passed it round to the guests as a novel kind of loving cup. It will not greatly surprise those who have read or heard of this freak to learn that the lady is a wife no longer. Her husband procured a divorce last week, and is now on his way back to Europe, a sadder and a wiser man.

Someone has said that there is as much good food wasted daily in every house at the West End as would supply the inhabitants of a house in the East End. According to Lord Fortescuo, not only is this waste in tho families, but also in tho wholesale houses, and speaking at a public meeting at Exeter the other clay the noble Earl said : —“ When lie went to see the Aylesbury Dairy airangcments in London he was horrified to hoar that gallons and gallons of that most nutritious part of the milk that which built up tho fabric of flesh, and especially hone, in man and all animals —was being thrown clown tho sowers. There was a poor neighborhood whining and lamenting, but in which plenty of betting was going on, yet tho * slummprs ’ would not take tho trouble to carry away this buttermilk, although they were often invited to do so ‘ free, gratis, for nothing.’ The managers -of the dairy had no room to store it, and any sourness in the atmosphere would have spoiled their products.”