So She Had Heard,

Observer, Volume X, Issue 623, 6 December 1890, Page 4

So She Had Heard,

' Know you e'er, 1 said crafty Charley, ' That when maidens kissed would be, Then, with accents soft, they sweetly Lisp their words mest prettily ?' Back the answer came — a golden Mine of wealth in every word. ' Yeth,' the damsel bweetly murmured, • Yeth, dear Charley, tbo I've heard J'

'LAURA,' said a lady to her maid, ' I hear that you were seen last night at the skating rink with my husband.' Laura (saucily) : ' Well, what of it ?' Her Employer : ' Simply this — your parents have entrusted you to me to take care of, and I cannot allow you to keep such bad company. If it occurs again you will have to go.'

If Sir Arthur was a barrow net, How funny it w oald be, If Doolan gave up writing verse, And Hurry didn't do it worse, How funny it would be. If Wills should die, and let us rest, How funny it would be, 'Tis true we'd miss a mile or two Of rambles, 'neath the summer blue, And we'd be thankful for it too. How funny it would be.

When life has been duly rationalised by science, it will be seen that, among a man's duties, care of the body is imperative, not only out of regard for personal welfare, but also out of regard for those who aro to succeed him. His constitution will be considered as an entailed estate, which ought to pass on uninjured, if nut im» proved, to those who follow, and it will be held that millions bequeathed by him will not compensate for feeble health and decreased ability to enjoy life.