needs one, an' he doan want ter fergit ter let de ironclad chicken roost lead de attack on de enemy, fer den nuthin' could stop dem niggers but suddint death.

"Now, as to dat feller Cuby, what fatch on all dis yere row, my notion is dat he is liable ter git putty bad hurt at any minute."

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ABOUT BARBERS.

In Europe the barbers do not condescend to remove the lather from the faces of their suffering customers. Once in a while you strike a real European barber in the smaller cities of Canada. In Fredericton, for instance, where the permanent military school for Canadian militia is garrisoned, there was a cruel man, a year or two ago, who practised his trade after the fashion or his Lon

don apprenticeship. He made soapsuds in a brass plate, which the customer had to hold underneath his own chin, while he was being lathered. As they were none but ordinary chairs with straight backs in his shop, it required considerable will power to hold your head back for twenty minutes or more. This criminals' razors were instruments left over from the inquisition, and at the end of the shaving farce you were left to your own resources to bring yourself back to a respectable appearance. Perhaps the coming American-British alliance will improve the methods of this artist.

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THE FORCE OF EXAMPLE.

A certain eminent judge who was recently re-elected, when he was asked about the facility with which he turned from one case to another, replied that he had learned that from what he saw at & baptism of colored people when he

was a boy. The weather was very cold, so that to immerse the candidates they were obliged to cut away the ice. It befell that when one of the female converts was dipped back in the water, the cold made her squirm about, and in a moment she had slipped from the preacher's hands, and was down the stream under the ice. The preacher, however, was not disconcerted. Looking up with perfect calmness at the crowd on the bank, he said: "Brethren, this sister hath departed-hand me down another."

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Bishop Whipple of Minnesota, who is well acquainted with the Indians causing the present trouble, tells a story of how, years ago, he was holding a religious meeting near an Indian village camp. His baggage was scattered about the lodge, and when he was about to go he asked the chief if it were safe to leave his belongings there while he went to the village to hold the service. "Yes," answered the chief without a gleam of humor, "perfectly safe; there is not a white man within a hundreu miles."

A fly one day lit on my nose,
He knew no better, I suppose,-

I sent him off full speed;
But soon the little fool came back.
And then I gave him such a whack
As made my nose to bleed.
Moral-In trying to hurt another, one
is apt to hurt himself.

One of the features of the Leeds Memorial Festival lately was the production for the first time of Sir Lewis Morris's ode entitled "Music," set for soprano soloist and three-part female chorus by Herr Otto Goldschmidt, husband of the late Jenny Lind. The soprano part was brilliantly sustained by Madame Antoinette Stirling.