A London journal tells of a certain lady who has in her room a pieie of statuary which bears the inscription, "Kismet." The housemaid was dusting the room one day, when the mistress appeared. "Sure, ma'am," lid the girl, "would you mind tellia' me the m'anin' of this writin' on the bottom of this figger?" "'Kismet' means 'fate,' " answered the lady. "Sure, an' is that it?" said the girl. A few days afterward the housemaid carne limping into her mistress's room. "Why, what is the matter with you, Bridget?'' asked the lady. "O ma'am, sure an' I have the most turrible corns on me kismet!" said the girl.