"Snowy river Times," he used to be called.
After the usual greetings, Tom, seeing he was bursting with something, asked him, "What's the news ?" Burnside was in the habit of saying that he was like the Lord Mayor's fool--fond of everything that was good.

But his greatest pleasure, the one to which he would sacrifice everything, was retailing a piece of news.

This was so great an enjoyment with him that he gloried in dwelling on it, and making the most of it.

He used to retail a piece of news, as a perfect novel, in three volumes.

In his first he would take care to ascertain that you were acquainted with the parties under discussion; and, if you were not, make you so, throwing in a few anecdotes illustrative of their characters.