heartily. "Well, what do you think of that?" asked the actor, throwing
out his chest.

"What d'ye mane?" replied the Irishman.

"Why, the hand-clapping out there," was the reply.

"Hand-clapping?"

"Yes," said the Thespian, "they are giving me enough applause to show
they appreciate me."

"D'ye call thot applause?" inquired the old fellow. "Whoi, thot's not
applause. Thot's the audience killin' mosquitoes."


Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak
ones.--_Colton_.


O Popular Applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet,
seducing charms?--_Cowper_.




ARBITRATION INTERNATIONAL


A war was going on, and one day, the papers being full of the grim