MISCELLANEOUS.

Inangahua Times, Volume VII, Issue 1124, 1 September 1882, Page 2

MISCELLANEOUS.

' La Lanterne,' a Paris journal, under date June 2G gives a harrowing account of the scalding to death of a mad Avoman at the Salpetricre Hospital. She was a seamstress, named Georges, 26 years of age, and had, to cahn her nerves, been ordered hot baths. She was placed in one having a lock down lid, with an orifice through which her head and neck passed. "When the hot water was on, the servant with the key of the tap went to fetch linen and remained to gossip. The s^reama of the lunatic, she being reputed violent, were unheaded, and she was literally boiled to death before the negligence through which she had perished was discovered. A young man in a, train was mak-

ing fun of a lady's hat to an elderly gentleman in the seat with him. " Yes,' said his seat mate, " that's, my wife, and I told her if she wore that some fool would make fun of it The young i man slid out Another of the few Waterloo veterans has just died at Ipswich, in the person of William Tricker, aged 87. He was a bugler in the 43rd Light Infantry. Speaking at Stawell on the volunteer question, Mr John Woods, ex-Minister of Railways in Victoria, stated that during the Kelly scare he had armed the drivers, stokers, guard, and porters on the north-eastern line with navy revolvers, and gave them plenty of practice, with the result that many of them became good shots. At a police Office in Queensland a week or two ago, a man named John Roche Ardil was fined 30s for saying that "the beggaring police had no business in a publichouse.' A good old Quaker lady, after listening to the extravagant yarn of a person as long as her patience would allow, said to him, " Friend, what a pity it is a sin to lie, when it seems so necessary to your happiness !" The ideal newspaper- man is a man, whose brain is crammed fully of all things classical, social, and political whose pen can reel off poetry,, sentiment, and sense to order, and into whose presence we should come with a feeling of awe inspired by genius. The real newspaper man is a worn out fragment of living humanity, who carries a sickly smile significant of hope deferred and financial depression.