Who gave us meals, not mere dishes of scraps!
"Post Obit."—The Sheffield Daily Telegraph announces that the first piece of patronage in the district which has fallen to the new Postmaster-General is now being competed for. It is that of medical officer to the local post-office. Our contemporary announces that the applications, which are said to be very numerous, have all gone in. It is generally understood that the gentleman ultimately selected to undertake the duties of the post will not necessarily be connected with the Dead Letter Department.
A CLERICAL MISTAKE.
(Fragment of a Romance found shortly after the holding of the recent Clerical Meetings.)
"You are most kind," said the guest, getting down from the dogcart and assisting the retainer to carry his portmanteau into the house.
"Not at all," was the reply. "If you are so good as to wait a moment, I will take the vehicle round to the stables and then show you your room."
The guest bowed his head gratefully, and yet with some embarrassment. Who was this retainer? He seemed to be a man of education, and yet—— He had no time for further thought, as the subject of his meditations returned to him.
"I was as speedy as possible," said he; "as I knew you would like to dress. The rector dines rather early, and is sure to be punctual to-night. This way."