Beards taken, taken of, and Registurd by ISSAC FAC-TOTUM Barber, Peri-wig maker, Surgeon, Parish Clerk, School Master, Blacksmith and Man-midwife. SHAVES for a penne, cuts hair for two pense, and oyld and powdird into the bargain. Young ladys genteeely Edicated; Lamps lited by the year or quarter. Young gentlemen also taut their Grammer langwage in the neatest manner, and great care takin of morels and spelin. Also Salme singing and horse Shewing by the real maker! Likewice makes and Mends, All Sorts of Butes and Shoes, teches the Ho! boy and Jewsharp, cuts corns, bleeds. On the lowes Term--Glisters and Pur is, at a peny a piece. Cow-tillions and other dances taut at hoam and abrode. Also deals holesale and retale--Pirfumerry in all its branchis. Sells all sorts of stationary wair, together with blacking balls, red herrins, ginger bread and coles, scrubbing brushes, trycle, Mouce traps, and other sweetemetes, Likewise. Red nuts, Tatoes, sassages and other gardin stuff. P. T. I teches Joggrefy, and them outlandish kind of things----A bawl on Wednesday and Friday. All pirformed by Me. ISAAC FAC-TOTUM. * * * * * A SONNET ON A BONNET. A film of lace and a droop of feather, With sky-blue ribbons to knot them together; A facing (at times) of bronze-brown tresses, Into whose splendor each furbelow presses; Two strings of blue to fall in a tangle, And chain of pink chin In decorous angle; The tip of the plume right artfully twining Where a firm neck steals under the lining; And the curls and braids, the plume and the laces. Circle about the shyest of faces, Bonnet there is not frames dimples sweeter! Bonnet there is not that shades eyes completer! Fated is he that but glances upon it, Sighing to dream of that face in the bonnet. --_Winnifred Wise Jenks._ * * * * * Little Pleasantries. A Sweet thing in bonnets: A honey bee. It will get so in Illinois, by and by, that the marriage ceremony will run thus: "Until death--or divorce--do us part." He had been ridiculing her big feet, and to get even with him she replied that he might have her old sealskin sacque made over into a pair of ear-muffs. A Toronto man waited until he was 85 years old before he got married. He waited until he was sure that if he didn't like it he wouldn't have long to repent. How a woman always does up a newspaper she sends to a friend, so that it looks like a well stuffed pillow, is something that no man is woman enough to understand. "Yes, my dear," said Mrs. Ramsbothom, speaking of her invalid uncle, "the poor old gentleman has had a stroke of parenthesis, and when I last saw him he was in a state of comma."