Bits of Humor

Scrumptious weddings they have in Mississippi. At the last one we are told that the bride was "exquisitely attired in heavy white gros-grain silk, with trailing wreaths of starry jasmine and milky myrtle blooms, as delicately perfect as if fashioned by the fairy hand of nature. Over the white splendor of the silk, toning its gloss into a glimmer, dashed foamy waves of illusion, as if the sea of happiness that seemed stretching out at her feet had flung up visible white spray to bless her bridal garments. Crowned with her bridal coronet, half hidden in the fleecy folds of her wedding veil, this young lady reminded one of a radiant star in a veil of mist." Music.

At a recent funeral of a Danbury man, one of the neighbors, a female of very sympathetic nature, was so deeply affected as to attract the attention of those present. The wife of the deceased, a tall, raw-boned woman, noticing the attention paid to the neighbor, kindly approached her, and in a hoarse whisper, indicative of the most intense disgust, demanded, "Who's running this funeral? You or me?" The sympathetic neighbor dried her tears. — Danbury News.

They were standing in front of her gate. His right arm was occupied in holding her up, while his shoulder furnished a resting place for her little head. And they were watching the bright and glorious moon. It influenced the young man to such a degree that he said: "With what refulgence does bright Luna shed her rays upon all inanimate creation, weaving weird, fantastic shadows among the leafless trees, and spreading a silver glory over all! Do you observe the magnificent effect, Mamie?" "Yes, indeed, Henry," she returned; "and did you see that Jen Clemens at the dance? She had on last winter's dress, made over; and she's worn that blue waist ever since I can remember. I never saw such a looking thing." Henry gasped.