MISCELLANEOUS EXTRACTS.

Wellington Independent, Volume XVIII, Issue 1981, 10 November 1863, Page 4

MISCELLANEOUS EXTRACTS.

A New Fashion. — An " august French personage," to whose fertile brain and coquettish taste tbe world already owes the revival of hoops, red-heeled shoes, the head-dress a la Marie Stuart, short waists, beaked bonnets, and other 1 delightful innovations, has introdu* ced a new fashion, likewise borrowed from our grand-dames. She waited through tbe promenades of Vicby with a thick bill-headed cane in het band, and the elegantes who crowd the watering places do nut dare to appear in public without that fashionable but by no means ornamental appeadage. Newspapeb Management.— Tbe Culpepper Observer says : — " Wanted, at this office, an editor who can please everybody. Also, a foreman who can so arrange the paper as to allow every man's advertisement to head the column."

Gabibaldi on the Amebican Contest. — The following letter has been addressed by Garibaldi to "Abraham Lincoln, liberator of the slaves in the republic of America:"— " Caprera, August 6 " If, in the midst of your battles of Titans, our voice may reach you, permit the free children of Columbus to approach you with words of good omen, and with admiratiou for the great work which you have undertaken. Inheritor of the idea of Christ and of Brown, you will descend to posterity with the title of Liberator, more enviable than a crown or any human treasure. An entire race of men, bound by selfishness in the chains ot servitude, has been restored by you, and at the cost of America's nobitst blood, to tbe dignity of man, to civilisation, and to love. America, which taught liberty to our fathers, opens up anew tbe solemn era of human progress. As ireemen, solemnise religiously the downfall of slavery. Hail, Lincoln, pilot of liberty! flail to you, who for two years have been fighting and falling around its regenerating standard i Hail to you, race of liberated chain ! The freemen of Italy kiss the bruises which your chains have produced."

Patbonisino the Poob. — How often have I beard the working man lectured, as if he were a little charity child, humid as to his nasal velopment, strictly literal as to his Catechism, amd called by Providence to walk all his day, in a station in life represented on festive occasions by a mug of warm milk-and-water and a bun \ What popguns of jokes have these ears tingled to bear let off at him, what asinine sentiments, what impotent conclusions, what spell-ing-book moralities, what adaptations of the orator's insufferable tediousness to the assumed level of his understanding ! If his sledge hammers, his spades and pickaxes, his saws and chisels, his paint-pots and brushes, his forges, furnaces, and engines, the horses that he drove at his work, and the machines that drove him at his work, were all toys in one little paper box, and he the baby who played with them, he could not have been discoursed to more impertinently and absuidly than I have heard bitn discoursed to times innumerable. Consequently, not being a fool or a fawner, he has come to acknowledge his patronage by virtually saying — " Let me alone. If you understand me no better than tbat, sir, and madan, let me (alone. You mean very well, I dare say, but I don't like it, and I won't come here again to have any more of it"-— Charles Dickens in " All the Year Round."