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Show The Mai one t at lha rostotnea. j Some time ago Sir ItoLjimild Barnwell, an English baronet, visiting this couu-try, couu-try, directed his correspondents to send his mail to tho general delivery at Baltimore. Balti-more. Reaching Baltimore, he went to tho postolTice aud inquired of the clerk at tho general delivery window if there was any mail for Sir Heinald Barnwell. After looking over the' letters in the box marked "B" the clerk told him there was none. He returned the next day, and still the next, but always received a negativo response to his inquiry for letters, lie thought this very strange, as he knew his correspondents must have written, and that his mail should have reached Baltimore even before he got here himself. All this he explained to the clerk, but the looked for letter was not giveu him, Finally, one day nfter his nsual inquiry in-quiry had been made with the usual result, re-sult, he said to the clerk, "If lam not too ofHcioua, might I ask to be allowed to look over these letters?" They were handed him, and as lie ran over them he kept throwing Home aside mail he had a pile of twenty or twenty-five beside him. He then gave the package back to the clerk and commenced berating that of-ticial of-ticial for bis carelessness in forcing him to come to the ollice four or five day successively for mail that had been waiting there more than a week. The clerk then asked to see the letters Sir Jieginald had taken out. They were handed him, and on each 1 read "Sir Reginald Barnwell, Bart." "Why. sir," he said, "these are not your letters: they belong to Kir Reginald Barnwell Bart, while you asked for the letters of Sir Reginald Barnwell." The baronet took bis let ters, not knowing whether to be angry or amused. Baltimore Sun. |