A fair young thing had tried ever bo many times— in vain— to get letters through from Hobarfc to her brother, who was a prisoner within the Boer lines. She at last hit upon the device of sending a communication with which was encloaed the following to Oom Paul, and it was the only one that reached her brother out of a score that she posted : — ' Dear Mr Krnger, — You have my brother a prisoner at Pretoria, and I know Boers are very kind to our prisoners. I am his sister, 7 years of age [the young lady was twenty years of age] , and if you will be good to him, I will, when you come to Tasmania, give you my kitten, and a nice apple, and a kiss.' Who will say now that old Oom Paul is not susceptible to tender influences ?

It was at an inquest up North. De ceased had been thrown from his horse, and he landed on his head. The medical evidence showed that that waa the cause of death. ' Well, what is it, Mr Foreman ?' asked the coroner. 'We find, sir, that he met his unfortinit death by concoction of the ekall.'

She resides at Eemuera, and is one of the moat charming but contrary girls in that favourite suburb. A hand some young man, who has been paying her marked attention lately, called the other day to see her, and when they were alone he started off with, ' Ab, man proposes, yon know, and ' 'He does nothing of the kind,' she snapped. Then she turned a deep scarlet and excused herself while she went oat to tear her hair and bump her head against a partition wall.
