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VOLUME L SAUK CENTRE, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 29, 1867. NUMBER 13. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, A.t Satxk Centre, Minn., BY J. H. & S. SIMONTON. IS- Office corner Third and Seventh streets, one block west of the Sauk Centre House. Subscription i TWO DOLLARS A YEAR IN ADVANCE. Rates of Advertising: [lw | 2 w | 3w | 3m.| 6m ] ly LSauare 2 " 1100 | 150 1 1251 150 j 3501 600|1000 1 2 00 1 2 50 I 4 00 | 8 00 | 15 00 3 " | 200 | 2 75| 3 50't 5 50| 10 00 | 18 00 ^'column 1300 1-4 001 5(,01 7-00.| 12 00 | 20 00 y2 " | 5 00 i 6'50 j 8 00 | 10 00 ] 20 00 | 40 00 i |800 11000 | 12 00 | 20 00 I 40 00 | 75 00 Legal advertisements Wcents per sqtW*e tor the fprst Insertion, and 37& cents per square ib'r each Subsequent insertion. Special place advertisements inserted at states agreed upon. Yearly advertisers to pay quarterly. Strangers must pay in advance, or give satisfactory reference. JOB POINTING' of all kinds executed On short notice In the best style. 5H The Lesson of tlie Water Mill. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. N. H. MINER. Miner ■&c- Wren, Attorneys and Counselors at Law, Notaries Public and Conveyancers, Special attention given to proceedings in Bankruptcy in the United States Courts. Sauk' Centre, - - Minnesota. • Office over the Post Office. D R. B.. R. PALMER, PHYSICIAN de SURGEON. AS- Residence near the Mill, Sauk Centre, -©ft w ILLIAM J. PARSONS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Saint Germalhe street, over Burbank Bros. St. Cloud, Minnesota. CHAS. WALKER, . Attorney at Law R. P. EDSON, Attorney at Law and -Notary Public. NBdson& Wallier, REAL ESTATE AGENTS,. <OIfice over -Philadelphia Store on Third street, .'Sauk -Oentre, Stearns County, Minnesota. Business ^Property, Houses and Lots, Farms, FiM-miiag Lands, etc., etc., bought and sold on •eonWMssioii. ATTENTION! ' Is called to the fact that our facilities for making out Pre-emption pa^eis andfor locating and entering Govemineftt Land with Cash, Scrip or Land Warrants, are unsurpassed by »my office west of St. Cloud. A large assortment of Town Plots for the use of seekers'of Claims on hand and kept constantly corrected by-correspondence with the Land QjHee. We liave In our hands for sale some ift the' linost Faa-ires- and Farming Lands ill this upper counfjty. nscsuoa BUSINESS CARDS. J. WHITEFIELD, Honsc &. Sig-n Painter, Graining, GteSUig, Paper Hanging, &c, done with neatness and on reasonable .terms. Work warranted equal in quality to that agreed upon or no charges made. JOSS" Paint Shop next door to Thomas & Co's. Sauk Centre, Minn., June 5,1867. ej OHN CHRISTGATJ, Boot &> Shoe Maimer, Main Street, Sauk Centre, Minn.,. A complete stock of Boots and Shoes kept constantly on hand, and made to order on ■ short notice. Good fits warranted. Repairing promptly done, at reasonable prices. All kinds of Shoemaker's Tools for sale. AND OFFICE I AGENCY. IS. H. & REAL ESTATE Miner, Lands sold on commission. Farms composed of Prairie, Meadow and Timber Land for sale. Persons desiring to enter Land, with Cash, Scrip or Land warrants, or to file Pre- Ernptlon chiijns, can do so at my office and avoid the time and expense of a trip to St. Cloud. Office .over the Post Office, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. R P. EDSON Listen to tlie water-mill Through the live long day, How the clicking Of its wheel Wears the hours away. Languidly the autumn wind Stirs the greenwood leaves, From the field tlie reapers sing; -.. - y Binding np their sheaves. And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast— "The mill'cannot grind With the water that is past." Autumn winds revive no more . Leaves that once are shed; And the sickle cannot reap Corn once gathered. And the ruffled stream flows on, <Tra*iqTlir, deep, Snli StHl-,' . Never gliding back again To the water mill. Truly speaks the proverb old, With the meanirigrvast=- "The mill cannot grind ' With the water that Is past." Take the lesson to thyself, Loving heart and true! Golden years are fleeting by, Youth is passing too. •Learn to make the most of life; Lose ho happy day: Time ^11 not bring thee back 'Chances thrown a*»S ■f*"^" ■Leave no tender word unsaid, .Jjffve while love shall last—. ■ 4,The mill cannot grind With the water that is past." Work while the daylight shines, Man of strength and will; Never does the streamlet glide "Dseless by the mill. Wait Hot till to-morrow's pun Beard's upon the way; All that, thou carist call thine own - Lives in thy "to-day." Power, and intellect and health May not always last— "The mill oarinot grind With the water that is past." Oh, the wasted hours of life " That have drifted "by! Oh, the good that might have been. Lost without a sigh! . Love that we might once have saved By a'Single word; Thoughts conceived but never penned: Perishing unheard, Take the proverb to thine heart; Take, and hold it fast— "The mill cannot grind With the watter thot Is part." ^tafllatwi. LICHKK AMD MOSSEJS, BY JNO. KUSKIN", M. A. Is Agent for sound and reliable FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENTAL LIFE AND LIVE STOCK INSURANE .COMPANIES. He insures Live Stock against Death and Theft, in the Hartford Live Stock Insurance Company—the soundest and only reliable Live Stock Company on this continent. N. H. MINER, Insurance Agent, * Sauk Centre, - - Minnesota, Represents the soundest and most reliable Fire, Life and Accident Insurance Companies of the Eastern and Western States. Office over the Post Office. E ^DWARD DREBLOW, Cabinet Maker, Main street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota, Keeps constantly on hand a complete stock of Furniture, Coffins, &c. All orders will receive prompt attention. B ILLIARD SALOON, A. DE GROAT, Proprietor. Third street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota, Has first class Phelan& Collender Billard Tables. Choice Wines, Liquors, Ale, Porter and Cigars. I'Jf.'v': s ALOON AND BAKERY. 0. M. RENNOE, Proprietor. Main Street, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. Bread.-Cakes, Pies, Ac, always on hand. Hot Coffee and Meals at all hours. Good Wines and Liquors and the best brands of Cigars. Lichen, and mosses, (though these last in their luxuriance are deep and rich as herbage, yet both for the most part" humblest of the green things that live,)—how of them? Meek creaturesl the first mercy of the earth, veiling with hushed softness its dintless rocks; crea: tures full of pity, covering with strange and tender honor the scarred disgrace of ruin—laying- quiet finger on the trembling stones, to teach them rest. No words, Jthat I know of, will say what these mosses are. None are delicate enough, none perfect enough, none rich enoughs How is one to tell of the rounded bosses Of furred and beaming green—the starred divisions of rubied bloom, fine-filmed) as if the Rock Spirits could spin porphyry as we do glass—the traceries of intricate silver, and fringes of amber, lustrous, arborescent, burnished through every fibre into fitful brightness and glossy traceries of silken changes, yet all subdued and pensive, and framed for simplest, sweetest offices of grace. They will not be gathered; like the flowers, for'chaplet or love-toKen; but of these the wild bird make its nest, and the wearied child his pillow- And, as the earth's first mercy, so they are its best gift to us. When all other service is vain, from- plant and tree, the soft mosses, and grey lichen take up their watch by the head-stone. The woods,' the blossoms, the gift-bearing grasses, have done their parts for a time, but these do service forever. Trees for the builder's yard, flowers for the bride's chamber, corn for the granary, moss for the grave. Yet as in one sense the humblest, hr another they are the most honored of the earth's children. Unfading," as motionless; the worm frets them not, and the autumn wastes not. Strong in lowliness, they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them slow-fing- gered, constant-hearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark, eternal, tapestries of the hills; to them, slow-pencilled, iris-dyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery. Sharing the stillness of the unimpassioned rock, they share also its endurance; and while the winds pf departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossoms like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadow the dooping of its cowslip-gold—far above, among the mountains, the silver lichen-spots rest, star-like, on the stone; and the gathering orange stain upon the edge of yonder western peak reflects the sunsets of a thousand years. Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set With sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. " Carleton" writes to. the' Boston Journal from Wiesbaden : Thousands of pleasure seekers are walking, in the grounds around the Kursaal or public gaming house. We steal across the square, planted with magnificent lindens, where are fountains playing, and enter the building beneath an imposing portico. If we Wish to play, at hazard, there are men in gorgeous livery ready to take our hat and cane. We enter a spacious, lofty hall, its roof supported by fluted columns, its ceiling ornate with stucco, in golden panels, with frescoed walk,' damask divans, oaken floors, waxed' and polished. This is the great dancing saloon, where, from nine o'clock this Saturday evening till the break of day Sunday morning, the waitz, and the quadrille will be kept up. There are coffee-rooms and restaurants, and two or three thousand persons are sitting beneath the trees in the park, listening to the nausid of the band, sipping coffee and eating ices, supplied from these rooms. There are four great saloons radiant with' light—-four restless,: anxious throngs of men and women—seated,: standing, walking, nervously calculating chances, exulting over gains, bewailing losses. The doors of this magnificent suite of rooms are open to everybody. The gambling is conducted on a democratic plan ; prince arid peasant, countess and courtesan—all may enter and roam at will through the gilded halls, play if they please, provided they have a guilder—forty cents American currency. That man yonder, who has pale and sunken cheeks and dreamy eyes, who wears an old threadbare coat;, who convulsively clutches his last piece Of silver, who, if he loses it, will go to bed supperless, may win a thousand dollars, may ere daylight have his pockets bursting with handfuls of gold; or that portly dame in the chair upon the other side Of the table, wearing a white satin robe, covered with gold spangles, with a great pile of gold before her; may go from hence without a penny in her purse. Be it one way or the other, the men who whirl the wheel and roll the ball will be utterly indifferent. They are as remorseless as fate. They work for the bank, ahd the bank has no soul. Come not here for soul, or heart; or coiise'i'ence. They are extinei—burned up. These men and women are animate forms only—flesh; blood, bones, cords, muscles—destitute, utterly devoid of a soul, of a conscience to be quickened or animated by moral considerations. At the first table is a gray-haired man With a white moustache and smoothly shaved cheeks. He has a florid countenance. lie must be at least sLrty years old, for time is multiplying.anu deepening the furrows. He is not a desperate gamester—perhaps plays for the fun of it. He. stakes but a dollar at a time—loses, gains, loses, and after a while leav'ss the table. A young man with a tuft of hair on his chin and thin side-whisirers, hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, wearing fl threadbare coat and dirty linen, takes the vacant seat, pulls a lean portemonnaie from his pocket, lays a dollar on the green cloth and watches with intense eagerness the rolling ball. He is poor and this is the way he has taken to increase his fortune., Luck is on his side. He is a dollar richer. He clutches the shining silver, turns it over; gloats upon it with a miserable satisfaction ; he lays another, "Nineteen," says the man at the Wheel; and the dollar is scooped away. The next time he will win again. He is mistaken; the, bank takes it. He tries once more; sees a second dollar disappear ; then quits his seat crestfallen, looking longingly at the growing heap of gold and silver beneath the hands of the raker. . At the other side of the table sits a lady in the bloom of early womanhood, of a fair countenance, and large lustrous eyes. She was here yesterday evening with a pile of gold before her, and was playing twenty francs at a time. She wears a jockey hat with a superb ostrich plume, -and her rich silk lilac colored "robe lies at her feet in wavy folds. When she walks, it is with the air. of a queen, and she sits there seemingly indifferent whether twenty franc pieces are won or lost, and yet when four successive stakes have been swept away a slight flush overspreads her face; she bites her under lip; smooths the wavy hair upon her forehead, and with ah air of bravado lays another piece and wins. A little later every one of the Shining pieces of metal have disappeared—all gone into the bank. Standing behind the lady is a young man, dressed with taste and elegance, who has a well-trimmed beard and smoothly brushed hair; he plays but a dollar at a time, but lays it doWn with an air of one who expects to win. He goes from the table richer than he came. At the end of the table is a-fel- low with a hard, cold face—an eye of the color of steel, who looks not to the right nor to the left, but only upon the table. He lays down a thousand francs in gold. It is raked into the bank and not a muscle of his countenance moves. He lays a second thousand, and sees it drawn away with as much unconcern as if it were but half a dime. True, it is not a great amount, but the wheel is all the while turning and there are not many men who can afford to lose $200 every minute. A tall man, broad shouldered, with a bald crown, thin lock of hair about his ears, great shaggy eyebrows, rough features, wearing a dark suit, with a heavy gold chain to his watch, lays a half dozen Napoleons, scattering therri all over the. table, to divide his risks. He loses, then wins—loses and wins again. Some are intently watching the playing, marking the numbers to- see if there is any lucky figure. Among them is a woman wearing a black silk dress; She has a. long row Of figures, and is engaged in a mathematical calculation to find out the ratio between gains and losses. Look at her face narrowly. It is as cold and passionless as that of yonder marble statue in the park. She could see a rnafi'step upon the fatal drop and swing.-into eternity without raising her fan to shut out even for a second the horrid sight. No scene of suffering can change for an instant the rigidity of that corrugated countenance?-—as hard as the hardest steel I She has finished her calculations, folds her paper slowly, puts up her pencil deliberately, watches the table,- puts a double guilder on number twelve, sees it swept away; lays another—-another— a fourth ; all are gone; but the fifth wins—the sixth loses, yet there is rio change of feature in that metallic countenance. There is another woman clothed in black—bonnet, shawl, dress, all black-— mourning raiment, perhaps, for some friend gone to the future, life. JFifty years ago she was a child, but time has changed her once raven- hair to iron- gray. Her cheeks were blooming once, but now they are bleached to ashy whiteness. Her lips are thin and at times they are d*awn tightly across the teeth. She is restless. There is a constant movement of the hands and arms, a turning of the head, a quick glance upon the throng-, now to the right, now to the left, a constant re-adjustment of her shawl, a twitching of the muscles of the face, and when the dollar which she has laid disappears; there is a gasp and an involuntary reaching forth the hand to save it. She had a pile of dollars a short time since, but they have disappeared. She turns with haggard countenance to go away} but the attraction of the place is irresistible. She opens her purse, finds another guilder, and, while looking at it; breathes upon her fiugers as if they were hot. Passion has lighted the fires, and every fibre, muscle, and tendon, is heated. She wins, and picks, up the coin with a ghastly siriile at.this freak of fortune. Before we leave the hall let us take one more look. There is one player whom we must not pass by; it is an old Woman, with thin, gray hair, hollow cheeks, toothless gums, shrivelled countenance; deep-set eyes dim with age, and trembling hands. She wears ill-fitting garments, an old straw bonnet trimmed with faded ribbons, a shawl worn threadbare, she is' an old habitue of the place. ■ Year after year she has! sat by th;s table. Many thousand francs she has woh and , lost; She is, low down now, and will be lower sOoh-^ in the grave. Her voice is sepulchral; hoilow; as if sounding from a tomb; She has six dollars in the corner of a dirty handkerchief; she plays and every one is lost, then leaves the table, walks round the room, mumbling to herself, her bent forth and trembling limbs attracting for a moment the' eyes of all around her, she goes to the door, looks out upon th« star-lit sky, but sees no beauty there—no hand divine beckoning her up to a purer sphere. There has been a time in her life that heaven was nearer than perdition. If there are voices still calling.her to a better life she does not hear- them, for she turns toward the table, raises her arm over the shoulders of the crowd arouricj the table, tosses down a dollar and wins two. Her bleared eyes gleam once more. For a moment there is a hysterical movement of the toothless jaws and a sepulchral laugh at this unexpected luck, and though it is hear midnight, she sits down to the table to recover the losses of the evening. We leave her there and hasten to escape from such a suburb of the bottomless pit, where heart, and soul and conscience—Where all that is sweet, tender-, lovely, pure and holy in this life, where all hope of heaven, of joy and blias in the life to come are burnt out of the heart by the unquenchable flames of EAST WIND. Why should the wind coming from the east over the ocaan of Water, depress the human body, while that which comes from the west, across the continent, enlivens the spirits, and gives courage, and vigor 1 Be this as it may, it seems as if some people never felt any wind that was not east. They are always "out of sorts." The weather is just What they don't want. I met one of those men a while ago, a farmer, who raised all manner of crops. It was a wet day, and I said : "Mr. Nayling, this rain will be fine for your grass crop." "Yes, perhaps; but it is bad for the corii, ana will keep it back. I don't believe we shall have a crop." A few days after this, when the sun was shining hot; I said : "Fine Bun for your corn, sir," "Yes, pretty fair, but it's awful for the rye. Rye wants cold weather." Again, on a cold morning, I met my neighbor, and said: "This must be capital for your rye, Mr. Nayling." "Yes, but it's the very worst weather for the corn and grass, They want heat to bring them forward." So the-man lives in a perpetual east wind. Nothing suits him, and it would bo impossible for Providence to give him weather about which he would not grumble. I know one man who feels that our country is on the very brink of ruin, the government a curse, and everything to be destroyed-. And he has .felt and talked thus for at least thirty years, and yet his-property has been increasing in value all this time, amid this gathering ruin. And there is Mr. Slow, who lives in the hollow under the Long Hill; he has been mourning for years over the degeneracy of the times, and always telling what wonderful lawyers, and doctors; and ministers there were when he Was young! He can sleep under any preaching he now hears, and the lawyers seem to be young upstarts, or too old to practice. He longs for the good old times. Ah, Mr. Slow, does-your weather-vane 'ever point anywhere but to the east?— Rev. John Todd, D. D. in the was re- was on- lorne to TAKING IT COOLLV. There -is one sensible man State? He was a soldier, and ported to have been killed, but ly a prisoner. He returned find that his wife had turned over a now.leaf in the marriage service, and that aiibthfer man occupied his seat in the. chiriihey corner. Did he go to wbrfe slaughtering the false wife and the new husband? Not much. He walked in and said : - ** Well, old gal, how is things?" •' Putty good,Bill," said the doubly married . woman, not. taken back greatly. " Which do you prefer; the old or the new love ?" She hesitated for an instant) and then said: " I don't like to hurt your feelings; but-rbut—" '• 0, spit it right out. Don't mind my feelings, nor the other chap's! I won't be angry if you eOme down a little rough on my vanity. Count on me as being amiable: I won't cut up rusty if you should go back oh me." " I'm glad you're so thoughtful; Bill; and I acknowledge that I do like my present husband a little the best; but if anything should happen to him; I know nobody else I would so soon join fortunes with again as you." " That's the way to talk ; I'll now bid you good-hyfe, hoping that no accident will happen to the other fellow, and that he will live long to enjoy your delightful company. Day, day." And the careless husband traveled off, with his knapsack oh his back, whistling, in cheery clear notesj. "rThe Girl I Left Behind Me."—JV. Y. Disjidteh: : The Book of Joi,- I call that, apart from all theories) 'about it, one 'iff the, grahdest things ever written with pen: One feels indeed, as if it Were not He.brew; such 'a noble universality, different froth no: ble patriotism . or sectarianism) reigris in iti 'A riohle book 1 all men's book I It is our first; 'oldest statement,bf. the never ending problem, man's destiny;- ahd God's ways with him here ori earth. And all in such free flowing outlines;'grand in its sincerity, in it* epic melody, and ^repose of reconcile ihent. There is the seeing eye, the mild, understanding heart'. So true every way; true eye-sight and vision for all things.;, material things ■ no less than spiritual; the horse—"hast thou clothed his neck with -thunder?"—."be laughs at the shaking of the spear !''— Such living likenesses were never since drawn. Sublime sorrow, sublime1 reconciliation; oldest, choral melody as of the heart of mankind; so soft- and great; as summer midnight; as the world with its seas and stars ! There is nothing written, I think, in the Bible or out of it, of equal literary merit: —Carlyslc A writer in , Belgravia relates : "One year, the year cefore I painted "The Gorsicahs," Lord PalmerstOri took" % sudden ' fancy to my picture", called "Summer in the Lowlands;" and bought at a high figure. His lordship at the. same time made inquiries after the artist, and invited me to call upon him: I waited upon him accordingly. . He complimented me upon the picture," but there was one thing about it which he could riot understand, 'what is that?' I asked. 'That there should be such long grass in a field where there are so many sheep,' said his lordship,' promptly, and with a merry twinkle of the eye. It was a decided hit, this; and, having bought the picture and paid for it, he was entitled to his joke. 'How do you account for it,'he went on, smiling, and looking first at the picture and then at me. 'Those sheep,' I replied, were only turned into the field the night before I finished the hicture.' " it*r,'<i Ac- passion for play devouring the frequenters of that place, m ■ A newspaper correspondent is involved in domestic perplexities. He writes :—I got acquainted with a young widow, who lived with her stepdaughter in the same house. I married the widow; my father fell, shortly after it, in iove with the' stepdaughter of-my wife, and married her. My wife became the mother-in-law and also the daughter-in-law of my own father,: my Wife's step daughter-is my step-mother, and I am the step-father of my mother- in-law. My step-mother, who is the stepdaughter of my wife, has a boy; he is naturally my step-brother, because he is the son of my father and of my step-mothev; but because he is the son of my wife's step-daughter, soiB.my wife the grand-mother of the little boy, and I am the grandfather of my Step.- brother. My wife has also a boy : my stepmother is consequently the stepsister of my boy, and is also his grandmother, because he is the child of her step-son; and my father is the brother- in-law of my son,'because he has got his step-sister for a wife. I am the brother of my own son, who is the son of my step-mother; I am the brother-in-law of my mother, my wife is the aunt of her own son, "my son is the grand-son of my father, and I am my own grandfather. Wise sayings often fall to the ground, but kind words are never thrown away. Cure for Chombra-Morbui Having used the- following most successfully while in the army, and used it when occasion requires in oar family now, we krioW it to be a reliable remedy for cholw a, cholera-ruorbus and the like, and eari thereby recommend it : Take of spirits camphor 1 ouncei tincture laudanum 1 ounce; tincture capsicum 1 ounce; and- tincture rhubarb 1 ounce, ahd mix them together". Whenever in pain or cramped, take, ten drops of the mixture on sugar; If the attaek.be severe, the dose may be increased to' twenty-five drops.' Above all, keep quiet, and your cure- is certain.—-Columbus Statesman. Monet.—Men work for it, beg for it- steal for it, starve for, and die for it and all the' while, from the cradle to the grave,- nature and God are .thundering in our ears the solemn question : "What shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world and lose his own soul?" The madness for money is the .strongest and lowest of the passions; it is the insatiate Moloch of the human heart, before whose remorseless alter all the finer attributes, of humanity are. sacri; ficed. It makes merchandise of all that is sacred in the human - affections, and traffics la the awful solemnities of the eternal; A Denver paper publishes the following pathetic " Ode onto the Friendlies." There is truth in it; if there isn't much poetry: "Lo! the poor Indian," Ac Noble red men of the plains, pouncing on unguarded trains, where you come, and where you go, Sherman's scouts would like to know, burning here and scalping there, east and west and everywhere, prowling like the tiger cat, night and day along the Platte, stealing boldly at your Will, all along the SmOky Hill, first you came in parties small, now in numbers that appall, spreading death and devastation, robbing ranches, burning stations, such persistent visitations, does not claim our admiration. Mr. Lo, now quit your tricks, .surely you'll get. in a fix; now just stop these ugly capers, or we'll send you to the Quakers; if our boys start on the scout, surely they will wipe you out; go, bold red man of the west, here your stay is short at best, go and hunt the buffalo, we can spare you, Mr. Lo. A French paper, the Journal de Pon tarlier, relates a case of premature iri" terment. During the funeral o'f a young woman at Montflorin, who had apparently died in an epileptic fit, the grave-digger, after having thrown a spade of earth on the coffin, thought he heard a moanin g from the tomb. The brJdy was con sequehtly exhumed ahd a vein having been opened, yielded blood almost warm and liquid. Hopes' were en ter tained for a while that the young woman Would recov er from her lethargy, but she never did so eritir ely; and tke next day life was found to be extinct. Thirty thousand enterprising young men in Ohio' last year promised to love, honor, and buy "things" for thirty thousand bright-eyed dames and damsels; and the thirty thousand dames blushed and whimpered, arid Said they "never could go through the cererffony in the world," and they then very quietly accepted their destiny, and, on the whole, rather liked it. An individual "named Stanhope, in England in order to test his wife's love, hung his effigy. The old lady took the matter quietly, told her daughter to go four blocks to a shoemaker for a- loan of a sharp knife to cut him down, and regretted that he had spoiled a new clothes line. At this the living Ku"s- band, who had lain concealed in a closet, jumped out, called the woman a "confounded Jezebel," clasped her iri an unloving embrace, ar.d at the last accounts they were tumbling down the stairs "rolling rapidly." In a recent debate in Parliament; Mr. Disraeli had Said that Mr. Lowe wanted by his plan to introduce "crotchety men." "What is a crotchety man?" said Mr. Lowe. "I suppose it is a man who holds the same opinions this year that he did last." The House felt the home-thrust, and the! whig ahd tory joined in one loud an'd long burst of uprorious cheering. A correspondent of the Rural New Yorker says.that he has known a horse that Went for twelve months on. three legs, from, ringbone, made perfectly sound by the application, once a day, of an ointment composed of half an ounce of red precipitate; half an ounce of blue stone; half a pint of turpentine, thoroughly mixed. Keep the hoof greased. A Long" Island correspondent says: "Our farmers here put iri- the mowing machine late in the afternoon,-and begin as early as practicable the next morning to stir the grass, and get it ready for the barn the same day. . Isaac Rosen, of Chester County, Pa., raised sixty-three heads of wheat from' a single grain the present season. It grew in a eiovev field; \JjhB
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R. P. EDSON,
Attorney at Law and
REAL ESTATE AGENTS,.