Meyer Bear, Esq,, has secured the
• services ot Mr. John Boedke, a Bal
timore tailor.
Fitzendeel Philosophizes, —Mr.
Fitzendeel had bceu reading terrible
1 accounts from the writings of astron
omers and scientific men, and, putting
them with the past severe winter and
Mothers Shipton's prophecy, becomes
i somewhat flurried and has a few
minutes conversation with his wife
Maria:
“You didn’t read it, eh ? Well you
niv obe pitied, Maria. You don’t
Want to read works of such a cbaiac
tor; all yen think of is dres-ing the
young’uns tor school and the rest of
(he day teaching Narco, tho hired gal,
how to thump on that gol-cuated
piano and sing “Its all on account of
Eliza,” and “Bob up, serenely;” I tell
■ you what, if you don't look sharp I'll
travel of! out Wes- and then it’ll bo
mv time to sing “Its all on account of
Maria." What’s that? “Pshaw, Mr,
Fitzendeel ?’’ Now look'er here,
madam, don’t ycu say "pshaw,” or
slaw either, for that matter, to me, I
won't stand it. Im f. second William
Mahono when I git mad, and I’ll re
adjust the whole deluded fanrly.
