Says the old W. G. to the young W. G.,

"That beats mine, sonny William, that beats mine!

A. G. Steel does little cricket, but he made hay of my wicket;

How we used to run the score up, he and I, long ago!

But I told you you would do it, if you only dared stick to it;

And we know, we old 'uns, William; yes, we know!"


There has been much excitement in Sheffield about the School Board. The unsectarian party had a chance of converting a minority of one into a majority of the same extent, owing to the retirement of one Church member, and the serious illness of another, Father Burke, who was thereby prevented from attending the Board meeting for the election of a new member. Mr. Charles Hobson, however, refused to take advantage of an accident to reverse for the next two years and a half the policy of the Board laid down by a majority of the ratepayers, and chose what he considered the better part of pairing with Father Burke. Therefore was the chairman enabled to give a casting vote in favour of the Church candidate. But "Hobson's Choice" has not pleased his candid friends, who think, and say, that it is "not war," nor even magnificent. The blades must needs keep up the credit of their native place by making cutting remarks. They come from Sheffield.


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