A great many things will happen in October on various days of the month,
at different hours of the day, whose influence will be felt in numerous
quarters of the globe. Nothing, however, of sufficient importance to be
noticed in this department of our publication will take place. Should
anything of the kind inadvertently transpire, it shall be faithfully
noticed in our next number. We cannot possibly say fairer.
The fact is, October is a very uninteresting month. It takes place at
the very slowest period of the year. It comes after the excitement of
quarter-day, and before we have begun to trouble ourselves about winter.
Nothing whatever is seasonable to it, as it belongs to no season
whatever. Nothing can be done with it, and anything will do for it. We
will therefore do nothing whatever.
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THEATRICAL ANECDOTE (QUITE GOOD ENOUGH FOR OCTOBER).—We overheard a
stage-manager apply to a gentleman who was just going on to the stage to
represent the Ghost in "Hamlet," the singularly inappropriate
exhortation of "Now, then, old fellow, _look alive_!"
APHORISM FOR EMIGRANTS WHO HAVE PAID THEIR PASSAGE-MONEY.—There is many
a slip between the tip and the ship.