A Timely Chestunt

Witb hope and bait and tickle rare I hle me with a boat to where The finny tribe dlsports btlow The waters green. With anchor cast and line as well, I sit beneath my umberell, And wait for fish to come or go, But none are seen. In vain I move with gentle hand The tempting bait along the sand TÍ11 noon reminds me that I've left My dinner home. At nlghtfall, stiff, with sunburned face I sneak into the market place As though I would commit a theft, And buy me some. A. L. M. in American Angler.] According to the Brighton Citizen, V. F. Pattison, son of 0. K. Pattison, of Yp3ilanti, who recently, with Mr. Savory, purchased the CitizeD, has " left the country for the cjuntry's good," as he expressed it in a letter left behind. No reason 3 given for his sudden disappearance, and the Citizen thiuks he 's deranged.