London, Nov. 1: The big guns opened fire on Paris today at mid-day.

The dilapidated costermongress with the worried look on her face and the “Football Evening News” in her hand, walked up to the meat-stall, and began turning over the stray pieces of meat labelled, “All choice.” “Wodjer want nah, missus?” inquired the butcher. “Piece er beef,” responded the lady. “When you was ’agglin’ for the mutton ’arf an hour ago,” objected the man of meat, “yer told me as ’ow yer couldn’t eat beef!” “No more I carn’t!” snapped the costermongress. “But I reckon I shall want a bit all the same to put on a black eye. My ’usband went ’an blacked Chelsea this mornin’, an’ I see by the piper they lorst!”

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The double desire of being able to overtake a weaker flying enemy, or to escape when pursued by a stronger, has induced the owners to overmast their cruisers, and to spread too much canvass; and the great number of men, many of them not seamen, who being upon deck when a ship heels suddenly are huddled down to leeward, and increase by their weight the effect of the wind.