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Varieties.

A French wit said of a man who was exceedingly fat, that nature only made him to show how far the human skin would stretch without breaking. " How are you, John ? I'm deuced glad to see you." "Very well, Charley. Come and take a drink, old fellow. Tisc't often we meet." " That's a fact, John — and when we do it's meet and drink." **I resort to wino to stimulate my wits," said a young spendthrift to an old one. " Ah," replied the veteran, •» that is the way I began; but now I hare to resort to my wits to get my wine." An Irishman, in speaking of a spell of sickness he had, said, " Be my faith, I laid spacheless six weeks in the long month of August, and all my cry was, " Wathtr, wather.' "

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 443, 15 October 1869, Page 3

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Varieties. Star (Christchurch), Issue 443, 15 October 1869, Page 3

Varieties. Star (Christchurch), Issue 443, 15 October 1869, Page 3