Page 3 Advertisements Column 1

Globe, Volume IV, Issue 336, 10 July 1875, Page 3

A labouring gentleman of Arbroath recently beat his wife after his champagne. In the morning he forgot all about the quarrel, and called to his wife—“ Jean, gie me some water.” “Aye will I, gudeman.’ Rising and seeing his wife’s face in such a state, he said—“ Lord preserva a’, lassie, whaur hae ye been ? ” So he was told it was himself that did it last night, on hearing which he exclaimed in agony—“ Oh dear, oh dear me, it’s an awfu’ thing ye winna keep oot o' harm’s way.” “ Pat, my hot water! ” cried an officer to his new servant, who had just called him for the first time, “Directly, yer honner ! ” Ten minutes elapsed without the water making its appearance. “My hot water ! ” again cried the officer. “Directly, yer honner! ” Five minutes more elapsed, “Now, Pat, bring me the water just as it is;” and the water was brought. “Why, it’s cold, you vagabond ! ” cried the officer. “Shure, sir, if you plaze, I have just changed it because the other didn’t boil fast enough! ”