The Evening Star.
, Voi/AXIIL-No. .7329.
THE THAMES (NEW ■ ZEALAND), FBI DAY,. OCTOBER 21, 1892

Pbioi Ohb Pekht.
Wit and Humor.
Plausible —'Now, you young reprobate, don't you know that it hurts me more to flog you than it does you?' 1 Y-e-s, father ; b—but not in the same place.' . . \-,::'\"'..
Mrs Newma—Oh, I wish you could see v Mrs Winkler's baby. - It's perfeotly lovely I Such a delicate, sweet little crea ture it-is 1 It's a perfect little cherub, with the loveliest eyes, the sweetest little mouth, the cunningest little nose, and eyes of heavenly blue. Mr Newma—ls it as nice as our baby ? Mrs Newma—Mercy I . No, not half.
A French lady was dying. Her hus band sat by her bedside apparently ab sorbed in grief. Suddenly he turned to his wife and said—

' Margaret, do you know the address of Madam N—•—?'

• No. But why do you ask ?' (Oh, nothing. I was thinking over the list of people to be invited to the funeral, and I didn't wish to forget her.'

Miss Budd (wishing to impress her youtbfnlness upon her listener) — My mother looks young for 30, does she not P She was married at 30.
Her listener—Er—was that her—er— her second marriage P

Griffin (telling his lady love—the latest —a very interesting yarn about an illness he once had)— Yes, it was a.hard time, I assure you. Do you know, at one period I thought I should lose my mind entirely. Lady-lore (meekly)— And did you, Mr Griffin? .■•-

He didn't like her question, though she did aek it so prettily.
