NOTABILIA

Observer, Volume 2, Issue 30, 9 April 1881, Page 318

NOTABILIA

— Wanted, 6 copies of the Observer of March 19. Apply at this office. —"A hoy or girl, Tom ?" "Boy, I hope My reason, sir, is this A boy into a family can never come a — miss." — A large and choice assortment of drapery and clothing is now ready for inspection at the establishment of Messrs. J. Cosgrave & Co., Queen-street. — Love's Complaint. — "My eyes with tearsis red and dim, 'cause he loves she* and I love_ him ; but the3 r 'll be better by-and-by, when she cuts him and lie loves I." — We suffer more from anger and grief than from the very things for which we answer and grieve. But no one will suffer from either who buys his cut Yellow Bird from Partridge and Woollams'. — Extract from a letter from Angelina : — " Dear Henry, you ask if I return your love. Yes,Henry, I have no use for it, and return it with many thanks. By -by, Henry." — The latest chic for gentlemen in London and Paris is to wear in their shirt bosoms, for evening dress, buttons of mother-of-pearl traversed with golden threads, as if they were sewn on with threads of gold.. Sleeve buttons are similar. — There is a mode of presenting a gift that gives value to everything. Easter is nigh. GotoMunro Milligan's in the Karangahape-road, and purchase a dress for the one best beloved, and present it as an Easter' offering. — We notice that Mr. Richard James Carbines has taken Mr. William Taylor, of Thornton, Smith, and Firth's Mill into partnership, and both being wellknown men of business, will no doubt do their best for their patrons. — "Good name in man or woman is theimmediate jewel of their soul." Ish dat so? Not worth, much as a marketable commodity. If your name is good at Singleton's in Victoria-street, he can supply any amount of jewels. — He that sympathises in the happiness of others himself enjoys the greatest happiness. Mr. Hudson, the well-known chemist of Victoria-street, must indeed be a happy man, for Hudson's Extract of Soap has given happiness to thousands. — The jest that gives pain is no jest. That's jest how it is. If you get a glass of bad whiskey that'sno jest, but a glass of Harry Richmond's nectar is jest the correct thing and makes you feel like some one else, jest about right. — Go not to your doctor for every ail, nor toyour lawyer for every quarrel, nor to your bottle for every thirst, but keep your feet dry by wearing hoots made by Garret Bros, in Wakefield-street, and you will want neither doctor, lawyer, nor bottle. — She was a generous little child. The other day her grandfather gave her a penny to buy herself some candy. As she was going out she discovered a little beggar boy on the front steps. She stopped, and looked first at him, then at her penny, then looking down on the ground, apparently lost in thought. Finally, with the sweetest smile on her beautiful face, she stepped up to the forlorn child, and laying her hand on his shoulder, said in a gentle tone : " Here little boy,, take this penny and go and buy yourself a suit of clothes and some dinner." — The Academy, criticising "Gaslight and Stars," a volume of poems by Frederick Langhridge, brother of Mr. W. Bartlett Langbridge, of this city, says : — " Mr. Langbridge appears to have been a frequent contributor to weekly and monthly periodicalswhich x'ublisb. yerse, and it is no wonder that his contributions have been accepted. They are not exactly poetry, but they are excellent "copy" of the metrical kind, and not unfrequently show a great deal of fueling and some thought. He is, indeed, rather apt to commit flirtation with, the muse of other poets, but this is very pardonable in magazine verses." — A curious incident is said to have oecured at Drury-lane Theatre one night in February. At thefirst notes of " God bless the Prince of Wales," the house rose spontaneously, and the cheering was unniarred by a single sibillant voice. It was otherwise with, the National Anthem. People languidly rose to theirfeet, and the cheers were unmistakably mixed with hisses, which were, however, drowned by loyal handclappings. The Marquis of Hartington sat in one of theprivate boxes.