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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2019, 24 June 1875, Page 2

The Gibl JNext Dooit that Sings.— We moved lately. Before we were many days in our new quarters we-■learned, among other neighborhood gossip that, "next door, to:us lived/ the widow De Lany (shades of St" Patrick!) and her daughter Maria, a beautiful singer, f i-1., soon had an opportunity to judge of her - abilities. Our gai.was out for the night, and I was just entering dreamland, lingering in that semi-unconscious' condition one enjoys so much before falling, asleep, when a wail so long, unearthly,, and agonising broke iip'on the stillness, itj. seemed as if some misused tom-cat, .dea-" pairing of all happiness in this w"orlct» had given vent to one last heart-rending cry. " Do you hear those cats ? " I exclaimed, giving my better half a poke'in the^ribs by way of emphasis. " Taint cats,"*he snappishly answered ; " they're blowing' off s team at the elevator!" But I was not satisfied; so, getting out of, bed v I seized, one of,his boots, and softly: raised.'; the window, in time to hear more* plainly v. one last, frightful intermingling of a groan X ,and yell, and some one say, "Bally for you, Alariar!" Heavens !it was M«riar singing to her sweetheart: Crestfallen, I stole back to bed, to dream, when the . small hours found me asleep, of. .tom-cats. -, and steam engines.—Detroit Free" Press. • A gentleman, hearing of the death of - another, "I thought," said he to a person ",. in company, 'Jyou told mo Tom, Wilspn's fever was gone off." " " Oh, yes/.'.'rejplied.., the latter, " I did so; but I forgot to mention that he had gone off along with. it.