table catch.

It did not dawn on me at first that this was their eleventh man, arrived at
that moment. When it did, I could not help laughing to think that he should
imagine he could rush in like that while his substitute was still fielding.
Then I heard the bowler appeal to the umpire, and to my horror I heard the
umpire (their umpire) say "Out."

"But they can't have twelve men fielding," I cried. "The substitute is
still there."

"You're out, Sir," said the umpire haughtily. "The substitoot has already
retired. 'E's standing there watching the game with 'is 'ands in 'is
pockets."

* * * * *

A SELF-STARTER.

"Born of an Iris moter and a Scots father, in Chicago, U.S.A., Mr.
----'s ability for the stage developed very early."--_New Zealand
Paper._

* * * * *

"Within the square of spectators were paraded about two thousand Girl
Guides. It delighted the eye to see the companies march with precision
and smartness, while the ear was charmed and the marital spirit stirred
by the music of the pipes and drums."--_Scotch Paper._

So _that_'s the idea.

* * * * *

"Soon we could make out the Sultan's Palace, from which the tired
'Hunter of the East' was now unwinding his 'nose of light.'"-- _----
Magazine._

For further details of this remarkable organ see LEAR'S "Dong with the
Luminous Nose."

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PHILOSOPHERS.

We are all different, and often our differences are of the widest. Some men
can be knocked prostrate by the most trifling disappointment, while others
can extract comfort or even positive benefit from what looks like complete
disaster--such as the Cambridge youth I met last week, raving about
TURNER'S "Fighting Temeraire."

"But I didn't know you were interested in pictures," I said.

"Oh, yes, I've always been, in a way," he replied; "but it wasn't till the
rain ruined the first day of the Varsity match that I ever had a real
chance to get to the National Gallery, and when it came down like blazes
again on Tuesday I went back there. Did you ever see such painting? And the
pathos of it too! And then that frosty morning scene in the same room! Why,
TURNER was too wonderful."

How some of the other dampened enthusiasts tided over their loss I can only
guess; but this ardent one reminded me of the Shipwrecked Entomologist, and