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Western Star, Issue 430, 26 March 1881, Page 2 (Supplement)

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb ; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired. A good, honest laugh at a good, honest joke or bit of sarcasm rubs out the gathering wrinkles of care ; but an ill-tempered jflkp j§ like a poisoned arrow, which makes a wound and leaves its poison after' it has been withdrawn. Nature never takes back her gifts. Clouds may pass between you and the sun ; but the sun is there, and will shine forth again It may he a stormy night, and the stars are hidden ; but they shine on, permament and pure behind the driving rain,- and will again look upon you with their.palm eyes, and say, from their inaccessible and, infinite heights, “Be patient, little child, be patient, and wait till all the storms and darkness shall hayq passed away.—Anon. <r,i r Wash a baby up clean, aryl him up pretty, auc] h c wiU resist a|l advances with a moat superlative crossness 5 but let him eat gingerbread, and fool round the ooal-souttle for a half-hour, and he will nestle his dear little dirty face close up to your clean shirtfront, and be just the lovingest, cunningest little rascal in all the world. A woman in Collingwood says that when her husband is a little drunk he kicks her, and that when he is very drunk she kicks him ; and she adds that she does most of the kicking. ‘