"'My husband says I must leavee teo-night,' said a wife at Acton. 'Oh, hee eceanee't givee you ... notice to quit,' said the magistrate."—Evening Paper.
His worship seems to have settled the matter with e's.
THE MINISTERING ANGEL.
[Yawning, it is now claimed, is an excellent thing for the health.]
Stretched prone upon my couch of pain,
An ache in every limb,
Fell influenza having slain
My customary vim,