A Glorious Game.—The following conversation took place a few days ago in “the city,” between an enthusiastic player of base ball who had been in bad luck, and a gentleman who had too much regard for his personal comfort to indulge in bat, ball, or base exercise:“What is the matter with your finger ?” “Struck with a ball and drove up, but it is a noble game,” was the reply.“Precisely, and your thumb is useless, is it not?”“Yes, struck with a ball and broken.” “That finger joint?”A ball struck it. No better gamo to improve one's physical condition,strengthens a man’s sinews.”“You walk lame; that foot., isn’t it?” No. Its the—the—the—well, a bat flew out of the player’s hand, and hit my knee pan. lie had the inning.**“One of your front teeth is gono ?” “Knocked out by a ball; an accident.” “\our right hand and nose have been pealed—how’s that?”“Slipped down at second base—only a mere scratch.”“And you like this kind of fun ?”“Glory in it, sir. It’s the healthiest game in the world, sir.”