Gentle Jane_, and
they are now prepared to take out parties at reasonable rates.
Come early and often.

Mr. Kenneth Ward has nearly recovered from a serious wound he
received when he was eloping with his aunt's watch. The path of
the transgressor is hard. It was the stones in this case.

Miss Hilda Mason, of East Wellsboro', is expected soon to spend
a week with her friend, the editor.

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WIT AND HUMOUR.

["None of the wits are original, auntie," put in Cricket, here.
"The boys sent some of them in, and they _said_ they were, but I
don't believe them, and I copied mine, anyway."]

How to get along in the world. Walk.

A little girl visiting the country for the first time, saw a man
milking. After looking a few minutes, she asked, "Where do they
put it in?"

When is a man thinner than a shingle? When he's a-shaving.

What was the first carriage Washington ever rode in? When he
took a _hack_ at the little cherry-tree.

What did Lot do when his wife became a pillar of salt? He got a
fresh one.

"Mike," asked a man, addressing a bow-legged friend, "are them
legs of yourn natural or artificial?" "Artificial, me lad. I
went up in a balloon, and walked back."

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GENERAL ITEMS.

Letters were received from Dr. Ward and family, that they are
enjoying themselves in the Swiss mountains. Mamma is better. She
says they have such funny little boys there.

Mr. Billy Ruggles is going to have a new shiny hat. Kenneth sat
down on his other one, and it got all flattened out, and it
looks like fury, and grandma says he can't wear it any more.

Bridget has a new dishpan.

Luke says he has forty-eight chickens.

Maggie Sampson's little donkey can't go nearly as fast as Mopsie
and Charcoal Ward.

Mr. Simon has his summer stock of fresh red and white
peppermints in. He won't have any chocolates till August,
because he bought such a large stock in May.

There is to be a church sociable in the Methodist church. I wish
auntie would condescend to let us go, for we haven't ever been
to a Methodist sociable. I never went to any kind of a sociable.

Miss Hildegarde Genevieve Montague wishes to say that, if she
was a boy, she doesn't think it would be any fun to cut up
pieces