ANNOYING RESEMBLANCE.
Tho late Jay Gould had a double, a dootor practising in New York, and a gentloman of a very scientific turn of mind, Ho had tho same littlo wizenod features aa tho million aire, the same black ragged-looking beard, and tho Bamo nervous habit of twitching with his fingers and thumbs while thinking, Tho rosemblanco waß heightened by both nmn having tho same indifferent taste in dress, particularly as regards a suit of sober brown, which the millionaire and the doctor adopted as their familiar attire, each uncon scious of tho preference of Uio othor. It is said that they only met on ono occasion, and that was at a winter resort on the coast of Now Jersey. The two men were tnkiiin an early walk on tho beach, anil tliey camo toward each other, Both stared lit each other. Both had on similar suits of brown check,

THE BISHOP GOT THE KETTLE

l)v, Sehvyn, the Bishop of Lichfield, wes walking one day in the Black Country, ami, observing a group of collier? pitting by the roadside in a semi-circle with a lmi.-ia kettle in front of them, ho had the curiosity to in quire what was going on. " Why, ycr hon our," replied a grave-looking member, " it's a sort of wager, Yon kettle is a prize for tho follow that Km tell tho bij&ett lie, and I am tho umpire." Amazed and shocked, the Rood Bishop said reprovingly, " Why, my friends. J. liavonever told alio that 1 know of Hin-c f wns born." Thoro was a dead silence, only broken by the voico of the, umpire, who said, In a'deliberate tone, "Give tho Bishop tho kettle."

A TALE OF A SHIRT.
