. Nova Scotia Illustrated, Vol. 1, No. 7, November, 1895. you would chew itso hue as that. Do know the value of an oath iasked the judge nf an cdd darky who\v;i3 to be the next witness. Yes, sah1 dues. One ob dese yeah lawyersdone gill me foah dollars to swear to5u(Mii, Dats de value of an oath. And then there 1 the I imrt * Trains stop only when signalled or when there aII Runs through to St. John and Halifax Sundays.§ Daily. t Daily except Sunday. Are you aware, sir, said an iratelobleman in Yorkshire to a ho thought wanting in properes|ject; are you aware, sir, that
. Nova Scotia Illustrated, Vol. 1, No. 7, November, 1895. you would chew itso hue as that. Do know the value of an oath iasked the judge nf an cdd darky who\v;i3 to be the next witness. Yes, sah1 dues. One ob dese yeah lawyersdone gill me foah dollars to swear to5u(Mii, Dats de value of an oath. And then there 1 the I imrt * Trains stop only when signalled or when there aII Runs through to St. John and Halifax Sundays.§ Daily. t Daily except Sunday. Are you aware, sir, said an iratelobleman in Yorkshire to a ho thought wanting in properes|ject; are you aware, sir, that myancestors came over with the Conquer-i And if they did, replied the farni-I reckon they found mine whenthey comed Mrs. Newriche (patronizingly):Were any of your ancestors men ofnote, Mr. Cynic? Mr. C: Yes madam, I should say soOne of them was the most famous ad-miral of his day, and commanded theallied forces of the world. Mrs. N. (with altered tone of deeijrespect): Is it possible, Mr. C, andwhat was his name? Noah, madam. NOVA SCOTIA FUNAMONQ THE POETS. Some years since David Baker, a distinguialied poet in the state of Maine,after the birth of his child, wrote and pubhshed the following pretty poem ;One niyht as old St. Peter slept, he left the doors of heaven ajar. When through a little angel crept and came down with a falling summer as the blessed beams of morn approached, my blushing brideAwakened from some pleasing dreams and found that angel by her grant but this—I ask no more—that when he leaves this world of painHell wing his ways to that bright shore, and find the road to heaven again. John G. Saxe, not to be outdone, and deeming that injustice had beendone to old St. Peter, wrote the following aa ST. PETbRS REPLY. Full eighteen hundred years or more Ive kept my gate securely fast ; There has no little augel strayed, nor recreant through the portal did nor Bleep as you supposed nor left the doors of heaven ajar, Nor ha
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