A London letter-writer says the English ladies' fashion of dressing the hair is becoming; those two enormous roll of rats and hair, which surmounted each temple, and made putting on a bonnet an impossibility, have become extinct, and the excrescence which gave such swan-like appearance to the back of the neck is fast disappearing. In its place the ladies have adopted a small roll of their own hair, which is bound by a gilt band, and adorned with ribbons. The hair in front is crinkled, and falls over the forehead in little curls.
A Western farmer, who wished to invest the accumulations of his industry in United States securities, went to Jay Cooke's office to procure the treasury notes. The clerk inquired what denomination he would have them in? Having never heard that word used excepting to distinguish the religious sects, he, after a little deliberation, replied, "Well, you may give me part in Old School Presbyterian to please the old lady, but give me the heft on't in Free-will Baptist."
The following is a genuine transcript of an epitaph: "Here lies the remains of Thomas Woodhen — the most amiable of husbands, the most excellent of men. N. B. The name is Woodcock, but it would not come in rhyme."
How Maximilian "outruns the constable" may be imagined from the statement that he spends one hundred, and his revenue is forty millions.
The Rocky Mountain News tells of an enthused young Missourian, who, enlogizing the beauty of his "gal," said: "I'll be doggoned if she ain't as pretty as a red wagon."
Theodore Hook once said to a man at whose table a publisher got very drunk: "Why, you appear to have emptied your wine cellar into a book seller."
A contemporary says the article which produces so many deaths from "unknown causes" is sold in every town and village in the State.
Hot, fiery fellows are the soldiers — peppered while in the service and then mustered out of it.
