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Burdette's Philosophy

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Day
27
Month
December
Year
1888
Copyright
Public Domain
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A correspondent wants to know what vre thin!; of the "Ageof Periclee?" Depends upon the time of life at which we thlnk of it. If v.e Ihi.ik of the iiifant Pcriclt' ■., we t'iiüU lic was quite young, 6ay er;ht weeks, risifig nine; but as he grew older, his age advanced in proportion. Ah, how the calm, philosophical discussion of these times and people of Individuality of thought and intcllcctuality broeden one. CAM'T IIURT HIM THAT WAT. A young child in Coaticooke, Canada, the other day swailowed a fish hook, which was concealed in a bal] of popcorn. The child nuffered no ill eflfócta from the tuncheon. There is nothing surprising aljout the circumstancp, however, when yon come to thiak of it. A chiki would eat a porcupine, if you would paint it pink and sugarcoat it. BTBAMQEB TI1AN FICTIOX. A child went one day to one of the great modern dry pooda etorea In the ( ity. where thcy sell laces rich and rare, eilkaand satinsand vel vete bevond price, jewels worth i king's ransoui, harness, curry oomlis, boots, Bhoes, dreas fabrics delical( ;:s cobweba and lilmy as rnoonlight, socks, chest protectors, Bibles, faro layouts and poker chips, livmn booksand pockc-t flaaks, revolvers and "God bless our homes," telescopes and baby rattles, shot fpns and nursing bottles, embroidery silk and manilla cables, perfumea and rat poison, millinery and cual scuttlea, ruehing. jewel caskets, cuspidors, and one thing and another, and where the chango is made and transmitted by an elalwrate system of elevated nülways and pneumatic tubes. Thechild, a briírht. sweet faced lad of ten fairyears, bought flfteen cents' worth of needies and tape, was waltod on promptly by a charming saleslady, to whoni lic gave a silver quarter. Shesent it via the pncumatic tube to the cashier's desk and kindly asked the child to si t down and wait a moment for lus changa Timo rolled on, rolled on. It kept on rolling. into the deserted store one day, an angel, walking down the empty Btreet, cast fais eyes and quickly followed the direction of has glance. Ho touched the figure of an old man, who loanod wcarily against tho counter, while hia silver and snowy beard feil to the (loor tn a Ücecy shower. "Whv," said the angel, "come; what are you doing bere? We have been looking for you evcrywliere for 200 years. Everybody oIsq has boen gone f rom this woild two centuriee gone. What are you doing herer "I did not hear anything about it," eaid the old man wearily. "I am waiLi;)!.; for my change." '-Never mind," said' the angel 6oftly; "so is the man who invented the plan of securing interest on the customer's money, ar.d m:;king hiiu miss trains and loKeappointmentslinddinners while changing a quarter. And it wil] be a long time beforo he gets the chantre ho wants. -

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