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BY S. B. KOW.
CLEARFIELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 15, 18-57.
VOL. 3.-KO. 47.
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13 IT AHXEODY'S BUSINESS?
Is It any tody's business.
If ft gentleman should cliooso
To wait upon a lady,
If the lady don't refuse?
Or. to speitk a little plainer,
That toe meaning all may know,
Is it any body's business,
If a lady has a beaux ?
it it any body's business
When a gcntlcmon doeaoall.
Or when he leaves the lady,
Or if he leaves at all '.
Or is it neeef iary,
That the curtains should be drawn,
To w.ve lrom further trouble
The outside looicrt-on ?
Is it any body's business
But the lady's, if her beau
Hides out with other ladies,
And doesn't let her know?
Is it any body's business
But the freiuleTnan's, if she
t'hould accept another escort,
.Where he doesn't chance to be?
Is a person on the sidewalk,
Whether great or whether small
Is it any person's business
Where that perron means to call ?
Or if you see a person,
As he's calling any where,
Is it any of your business
AVhat his business may there?
The substance of our query,
Simply stated would be this:
In it any booty's business
What another's business is?
If it is, or if it isn't.
Wo would really like to know,
For we're certain, if it isn't,
There are tome tcho make it so !
If it is. wc II juin the rabble,
And act the nobler part
Of the tattlers and detainers,
. Who throng the public mart;
But if not, we'll act the teach or.
Until eaeh meddler learns,
It were better in the future,
To mind his own concerns !
TIJE TORY TREACHER, AND THE
YOUNG MAJOR:
oa cui'Bcn DiacimxE is oldest time.
It was a warm, sultry day in August one ol
those quiet, hajpy days, when even tbe grass
hopper and butterfly seem weary of play, and
take an afternoon nap under ?orue green leaf,
or enjoy their golden dreams in tho fragant
enp of some summer flower.
The high road of travel is worn and dusty,
and every shrub and Lush by the wayside
teems weary of the heat, and drooping be
neath tbe weight of dnst. Nauglit looks cool,
save the dark woods in tha distance, and the
weary pedestrian longs to turn aside, across
the little rustic bridge which spans the brook,
and rest awhile under those wide spread elms,
which stand like sentinels at the entrance of
the wood. But the cares of life call him away,
and he must plod on amid the toil and dust
rtnd fever thirst ol this world, until evening
brings its darkness and rest.
Not far from those trees, at the end of a
green lane, stands Father Morris's Cottage.
It Is plastered and whitewashed upon the out
side. The fragrant hop, with its luxriant foli
age, and light green blossoms, has covered the
gable end of the house, and ambitiously
climbed to the very roof, while the little door
yard in front is filled with flowers and vines.
They look as if tended by some more tasteful
hand than that of Father Morris, n ho has spent
a great part ot his time in the tent and battle
field. Ah, thero is the little fairy who pre
sides over the garden. She has jnst wheeled
her grandfather's arm chair under the shade of
ibe grapery, and is now sitting herself on a
stool by his side. How carelessly she brushes
those rich brown curls from her forehead, and
bow coaxingly she looks up into the old gen
tleman's face.
V Now, grandpa, I've done spinning, and put
all things in order; grandma is asleep in the
bedroom, aid. Aa-f Sally has gone to tbe sew
ing society, now won't you tell me a story of
old times 1"
' Father Morris tat leaning upon his ivory
lieadcd cane, bis white ha r so long that it al
most touched his shoulders, and his mild, blue
eye full of quiet enjoyment, as be gazed upon
.the pet of bia old age his favorite grand
daughter. He patted hur gently on tbe head,
and -was about to comply with her request,
when the sound of the village bell was heard,
and its slow and monotonous tones told of
death. Alice stopped, the smile passed from
ier countenance and turning her bead in the
direction whence the sounds came, she raised
her fore-finger towards her grandfather, as if
to say, "don't speak," and commenced count
ing the strokes of the bell. It was a long
time she thus stood, while tbe old gentleman,
who was deaf, sat watching her countenance
attentively. Turning towards him at length,
she said "ninety-eight I It must be old Major
Saflord.,:V
'Grandpa Grandpa!" she repeated, in a
louder tone, "it must be old Major for there
. s no one else in town so old."
But the old gentleman bad fallen Into a rev
erie. From the length of time which the bell
tolled, he knew for whom it rung those sad
notes, and his mind was now busy with the
past. Memories of other day, of days when
.the blood circulated swiftly through his youth'
4sl limbs, and he could boast of health,
strength and vigor scenes of strife and tu
mnH, of battle fields and council chambers, of
tyranny resisted, and independence achieved
All these were connoted with thoughts of his
- friend, who had jnst passed from earth. What
a depository ot relics must an old man's heart
be? Not buried Pompeii or Heicnlaneum
gresent more subjects of thought than one hu
man heart, could we look; beneath the lava,
rubbish and dust which years and intercourse
with the world have covered it. The crust is
often deep and hard to be penetrated, but now
and then an opening is made, and we have a
glance t the depths beneath. It was thus now
with Father Morris, and the wise man, had he
been there, and looked at the shattered hopes,
which, like beautiful ruins were scattered over
that life, and at the standard wrecks upon the
shore, would have exclaimed anew, "all is
vanity and vexation of the spirit."
But poor Alice thought only of losing bet
story. Seeing the mood of her grandfather,
she sat down by his side and leaned her head
upon his knee.' The trembling hand was by
the power of habit involuntarily laid upon it
but the touch recalled his wandering thoughts,
and he said :
"I must follow soon, Ally; My old com
panions in arms are almost all dead. My ar
mor is worn and rusty, and I must soon lay it
aside, but 1 will not disturb your young heart
with sad thoughts. Go bring my pipe, and I
will tell you a story of old times, but it will be
about this same Major Safiord I can think of
no one else this afternoon."
"I'd rather hear about something else,"
thought Alice, but she never thwarted her
grandfather's wishes.
So lighting his pipe from the embers of the
kitchen fire, she returned with her knitting
work, and resumed her seat.
"You see Ally," said the old man, after tak
ing a few whifs from his pipe, and knocking
the ashes thcrcfrcm, holding it in Lis hand a
moment, and glancing at his snug little cottage
and garden which rustled amid the shrubbery
like a bird's nest in the green leaves of a tree ;
"Tou see, Ally, matters were not always as
pleasant and peaceful as now. In the early
settlement of Vermont there were stirring
times amid these green hills, and it was. not
without many a bloody fray and fierce battle
that we settled down so quietly under "our
own vines and fig trees," as the minister says
in his prayer."
"Tou had to fight the Indians, I suppose,"
said Ally.
"Ten times worse than that, dear child, we
bad to fight the York tories. I cannot explain
it all to you, for it is a long story, and would
puzzle your little head, but to make it short,
ye see, tne rolts over the Hudson thought
they bad a claim to the lands this side, and
they sent out to England and obtained, as they
said, royal authority to the claim. They then
sent officers here with parchment rolls, and
papers they called deeds, and threatened to
turn us out of our homes, and from the lands
we had with so ranch labor cleared.
"Well, the Green mountain boys, with Ethan
Allen at their head, determined to resist, and
you know, for you have often heard me tell
how they fought.
But speaking of those times reminds me of
what 1 meant to tell you when I begun, that is
a sort of love story, in which the major and
myself were interested."
At these words Alice dropped her knitting
work, though it was not in the scam needle,
and looked up with much interest, "in which
you were interested, did you say, grandpa?"
"Yes, child, when I was young and foolish,
and easily taken with a pretty face; and the
love part would not be worth repeating now
only as connected with the courage of the ma
jor." -
"Oh, tell the whole, grandpa, I don't like
half wtories."
"Well, well, don't interrnpt me, and I will
proceed. I said the courage of the old major.
It requires some courage to enter a battle,
and stand there as a mark to be shot at by tbe
enemy, and feel that your body may be food
for carrion, but to defy the minister in his pul
pit, with all bis church to back, him, requires
more still."
"I thought it was a love story, grandpa."
, "Ilave patience, child, and I'll come to the
pint at last. .Well, you see, our minister was
atory, and though be didn't say so in plain
words, I've no doubt but what be believed in
the divine right of kings. At any rate, be
had a great deal to say about the "powers that
be. being ordained of God," and he always
prayed for oar lawful sovereign, as he termed
King George, and that "we might be bis true
and loyal subjects." But Safford was a staunch
Republican, and wonld have fought tbe old
king, any day, could he have a chance. So
there grew up a mortal enmity between the
parson and the young man, and when the for
mer, with all his dignity and dignities, viz :
powdered wig, three cornered bat, and silver
knee buckles,-walked the streets, Saflbrd nev
er bowed but walked straight along, as if he
scorned obedience to one who would bend the
knee to an earthly-king.' But he still contin
ued to go to meeting, and would sit as patient
ly through the long sermons and loyal prayers,
as good old deacon Burr, himself. The truth
was, this same deacon had one daughter, and
a prettier girl than Polly Burr, never entered
a vi.lage church ; or, I might say, graced a
palace. She had a roguish black eye, and her
hair curled naturally ; you never saw it in pa
per, even in the morning, and then she was so
neat and trim in her gingham short gown and
white petticoat, and at meeting she looked
pretty enough to make ayonng man's heart
ache. ' . . . i
"She was tbe belle of the village, and at
ouiltings, and paring-bees, and dances, she
was the life of the company. I had long had
my eye upon her as the choice of my heart,
but there wero so many that went to see her on
Sunday evenings, it was but seldom that I
could find a chance to speak with her. But I
was iudustrious'and prudent, saving all I could
earn, that I might have a pleasant home to of
fer. The deacon, too, favored me, and seeing
I was of a steady turn of mind, often invited
me to his house. But young Safford, it seems,
all unbeknown to the deacon, loved her also;
but ho was such a wild, bold youth, and more
over, so at sword's point with the minister,
that he never dared to reveal his feelings, save
by sundry little attentions, noticed only by
Polly herself. Now it happened that the dea
con had, with great labor, cleared a patch and
planted it with corn. It was growing finely on
the new, rich land, and the young ears were
already formed and promised a fine harvest,
but for several successive Sundays there was
great destruction in his corn field. In vain he
made scare-crows and set traps, and even put
one of his old coats on a pole, a sight that
would frighten the worst boy in the village",
for he was the t'lhing man, that terror of
rogues. But the next Sunday the mischief
was repeated, till the patience of the old gen
tleman was nearly worn out. But he belonged
to a church remarkable for the rigidity of its
tenets, and the strictness of its discipline ; to
have permitted any one to stay at home to
watch a corn-field, would have been consider
ed a heinous offence.
"I declare," said tho old deacon one Sun
day after sundown, we shall lose all our corn
unless We catch those rascally thieves ; who
knews but they are Indians ?"
As he spoke he accidentally glanced at Pol
ly. She sat in the corner of the great oak set
tee which stood before the fire, watching the
puffing steam from the tea kettle, and looking
somewhat sad.
"Why, Polly," said the deacon, with more
animation than usual, "among all the rest of
my troubles lately, I have been bothered by
two or three young men who want you for a
wife. Now I have a mind to say, that who
ever will shoot or take prisoner the thief that
steals my corn, shall have you for a wife."
Folly looked up in surprise at this novel
mode of disposing of her hand ; but the next
instant there was a roguish twinkle in her
black eye, and turning to her father, she said
gaily, "a bargain, if you please."
She very well knew who would be first upon
the field, and whose courage and perseverance
would be the most likely to bold out the long
est. "But you will keep your proinisefather?"
"I wouldn't have it said that the deacon of
the church ever told a lie ; so I say it now
whoever will shoot or take prisoner the thief,
shall have Polly Burr for a wife."
This conversation was overheard by the
hired boy, and soon circulated through the vil
lage. Great was the commotion among the
young men of the place. As for myself, 1
rode far and near; I examined the cornfield
by night, and devised every way iu my power
to ascertain the offender. Indeed, one whole
night I watched behind the stump of an old
tree. But it was of no avail.
But the very next Sunday, when Parson
Goodman was saying, "the ninth head of my
discourse," the congregation were startled by
the report of a gun. There Was a general ri
sing and great commotion among the women.
Our first thoughts were of Indians or tories.
There was a rush for the door, a tumbling over
of children, and screaming of their mothers.
But what was our surprise when fairly landed
upon the green, to sec young Saflbrd dragging
with all bis strength a huge bear that to all ap
pearance had just breathed her last.
"I've caught her, deacon!" he shouted;
"I've caught the rascal at last !" he repeated,
"and canght her in the very act, you can see
for yourself," he added, pointing to the dis
tended mouth, half filled with yet unchewed
corn. The poor deacon stood mute with as
tonishment, for he recollected that, Jeptha
like, be bad made a rash vow.
. The minister was first to break silence. II is
indignation at being disturbed in his d iscourse,
and his anger at such an open violation of ho
ly time were at boiling point. He exclaimed
in his loudest tones, "Young man, who are
you, that you should disturb the worship of
the sanctuary I Know you not that you are
breaking tbe laws of God and man ! Consta
ble Chapman, arrest this man and hold him
prisoner until further disposal can be made of
his person." ;
Poor Safford was thunderstruck ; he had in
tended no harm, but in his eagerness to dis
play his prize, and supposing service over, he
had hastened toward the Tillage. It had not
once occurred to him' that be was a church
member, and as such liable to censure.
He knew it was wrong to absent himself from
meeting, but he thought the offence would be
pardoned, because of the benefit conferred.
Seeing he was about to be taken prisoner, he
at first resisted, but recollecting that he was in
the hands of a legal officer, he thought best to
submit quietly His coufiement, howeTer,was
short, and another mode of punishment pro
posed, . :" '
Poring the week a church meeting was cal-,
led, and young Safford cited to appear thereat
and give reasons why he should not be excom
municated from tbe church for bis high-hand
ed wickedness. The deacon was present, but
Polly was nowhere to be seen. When her fa
ther proposed so summarily to dispose of her
hand, her first thought was of Safford, and
knowing his bold and daring spirit, she felt
sure that he would win. Poor girl ! She lit
tle thought of such a sad termination of the
affair. To be excommunicated from the
church, was in the eyes of that little commu
nity a most grievous infliction. Such unfor
tunates were considered as losing caste, and
were ranked among pagans and infidels.
Safiord pleaded his own case with all the el
oquence he could command. "Ia vain did he
conjend that it was lawful to do good on tbe
Sabbath day, he spoke before the judges de
termined to condemn."
He was accordingly commanded to be pres
ent on the next Sabbath, when the sentence
would be read. In the mean time the lovers
had an interview. Poor Polly could do little
else but weep. Her father said nothing but
looked stern and displeased.
"But you say, Polly,,' repeated Safford.
"that if I am not excomnfunicated, your fa
ther will consent 7"
"lie cannot help doing so," she answered,
'-but he thinks the Bible condemns church
members marrying non professors, and he
would not dire to give his consent to ocr mar
ricge if they turn you out of church."
"But I tell you I am vol going to leave the
church ; that tory minister will find that he
cannot manage me so easily."
"But it is already decided," said Polly, "the
papers are already made out, and to-morrow it
will be read."
"They will not read it, trust me, Pollys"
and thus they parted.
Sunday came, and with it the whole congre
gation to meeting. The whole, did I say ?
All except young Safiord. But when the af
ternoon service was about half over, he enter
ed, his gun loaded with a brace of balls, his
sword and cartridge box on his side, and his
knapsack on his back with six days' provisions
in it. lie marched into a corner and there
took up his position. As soon as the benedic
tion was pronounced, parson Goodman began
to read the excommunication, but he had not
proceeded far when Safiord entered the aisle
in his martial array, cocked and levelled his
pistol, exclaiming, "Proceed if you dare !
Proceed, and you are a dead man!" The
poor man, overwhelmed with astonishment and
fear, shrunk behind his pulpit, and handed the
paper to one of his deacons: He trembling
from head to foot endeavored to obey ; the
same threat was repeated, and Safford added,
"Desist and march, or you arc all dead men !
I will not leave this house in shame." Not
many minutes elapsed before the house was
cleared, and the daring young man left its sole
ocenpant. lie locked the door, put the keys
into his pocket, and sent them, tbe next day,
with his respects, to the minister. He thus
remained a member of tbe church, in "good
ami regnlar standing," until the day of his
death ! Deacon Burr received such evidence
of the persevcrenco of his self-elected son,
that he dared not refuse his consent to the
marriage.
And, grandpa, didn't you feel sadly," said
little Alice.
"There's your Aunt Sally, coming up the
walk, from the sewing society; she'll have a
batch of news all fresh from the manufactory,'
he replied, "run and meet her."
A Gossinso Club is said to have been fram
ed down East, for the purpose of more effec
tually ascertaining the business of other peo
ple generally. It has already attained a large
membership, and promises to become a flour
ishing institution. The following are some of
its rules :
Any member of the society who shall be
convicted of knowing more of his own busin
ess than of any other's shall be expelled from
the society without a bearing.
No member shall sit down to his own table,
until he has assert ained to a.certainty what his
neighbors, within three doors of each side of
his house, shall have to eat whether they
have paid for the same, and if not, if they ex
pect to.
Every member who shall see two or three
persons engaged in conversation, shall place
himself between them until he has heard all
they have to say, and report the same accord
ingly. Every gentleman visiting a young lady more
than twice, shall circulate the news that they
are going to be married, and said members are
required to report all manners of things about
tbe lady to tbe gentleman. This will break up
matches, and afford much gossip.
"What may be the cause," said an Irish cu
rate to his parish clerk, "which keeps Kory
O'Kegan from confession and from tbe church
service, Peter Murphy" "A sad matter it
is, your honor it's himself that's got into a
rery bad way, ony how." "Och, Peter," said
the curate, "is't Deism ?" "Worse, ye may
depind," replied the worthy clerk. "Sowl o'
me, I trust it's not Atheism, or the like o' that,
Peter," exclaimed his pastor. "Worse."
"And what in the name o' nature can it be 7"
cried the astonished minister. "By the pow
ers, and it's raearoof-ism," replied Peter Mur
phy, "and so it Is."
D7"LJttle wit will serve a fortunate man.
NAUVOO.
Correspondence of the "Raflstnan's Journal."
Nacvoo, Illixois, June 29, 1857.
Fair.sn Row: After a safe and very pleas
ant journey, I arrived in Nauvoo, a city that
once boasted of a prophet and a large popula
tion a city whose splendor and prosperity de
parted with its notorious founder.
A description of the once celebrated city of
Nauvoo, may be interesting to some of the
readers of the Journal, as it is the first place
where the adherents to Mormonism concentra
ted their forces, where their power and influ
ence was wielded to so dangerous an extent,
and where they first became formidable to the
community in which they resided.
The city is beautifully situated on the east
side of the Mississippi, and surrounded on two
sides by that noble river. The upper part of
the city stands on an eminence which rises
gently and gradually to the height of about
one hundred feet above the bed of tho river.
From there, the "Valley of the Mississippi,"
with its gentle hills and sparkling waters, is
spread out before you. From there, both up
and down, you have, a full and extended view
of the Father of Rivers. Steamboats, in their
mighty efforts to stem the rapid current thcy
have to contend against, add beauty and in
terest to the view. On the Iowa side of the
river, opposite to Nauvoo, is situated the thri
ving village of Montrose. That, also, is in
full view, and is seen to advantage, both from
the upper and lower City.
The grand Mormon Temple, which was erect
ed under the control and superintendance of
the celebrated Joseph Smith, the great modern
saint and prophet, founder of the church of
Latter-day Saints, &c, &c, &c, soon after its
completion, gave way, not to the effacing hand
of time, but to the strong hand that "slew Jo
seph ;" and now that wonderful structure, the
fruit of master workmanship, the pride and
boast of its celebrated projector, lies moulder
ing in ruins. Enough of the building remains
standing, however, to show its former splen
dor and magnificence. Tho edifice was prob
ably one hundred and fifty feet long, about
eighty or ninety broad, and fifty or sixty in
beighth. The entire west end is yet standing.
The exterior is of polished white limestone,
and has various figures on it carved or chiseled
out of the solid stone. Wherever Jhere are
any projections or holes among tbe stones, the
swallows have taken possession of them, under
the "squatter sovereign law," for places to
build their nests and rear their young; and
they are the only inmates, the only tenants of
that monument of Moraon folly.
The City, when in the height of its prosper
ity, contained, it is said, between fifteen and
twenty thousand inhabitants. Now it dees not
contain exceeding six thousand. The place is
full of torn down and demolished buildings,
which evidence the degree of violence with
which the enraged multitude acted when the
city was "sacked."
The wife of the prophet, and a nnmbcr of
his children are yet residing in and about
Nauvoo. One of the sons, Joseph Smith, Jr.,
a line, intelligent lad, about 18 or 19 years of
age, is now in the next room to me, pliying,
very much to my edification, on the world-renowned
instrument called the "Banjo."
A great number of the old Mormons here, it
is said, jtricatcly adhere to "the faith given to
the saints'" by Joseph, but renounce it openly,
on account of its extreme unpopularity.
The city is mado up of a strange kind of
population. It comprises, within its limits,
all kinds, colors, classes, grades and occupa
tions. Nearly every-civilized nation has its
representatives here, either in the capacity of
professional men, mechanics, laboring men,
beggars or thieves.
I will now speak of the French Icarian com
munity, and then my "chapter" on Nauvoo
will close. This community is composed
principally of French recognize no individ
ual rights in and to property, but hold every
thing in cemmon for the common and joint
benefit of all its members. The community
was long under the presidency of M. Cabot,
and so long as he managed its affairs it seemed
to prosper. Some twelve or fifteen months
since, it numbered six or seven hundred mem
bers. The community then defeated M. Ca
bot, for President, who, after his defeat, bid
adieu to his beloved brethren and then left,
and soon after died with a "broken heart."
A number of the faithful adhered to their wor
thy President, followed him into his retreat,
and sustained him to the last. That blow
weakened them almost beyond recovery. This
spring another stampede took place among
them they separated; a part remained In
Nauvoo, and a part of them have gone into
Iowa to form a settlement there. I arrived in
Nauvoo just in time to see the last of tbe dis
satisfied decamping. Tbore arc now but two
or three hundred of them left. Tbey will, I
think, in a short time bo entirely disbanded
and broken up. Time has well tested their
theory of government and proved its utter in
utility. Tbey must, sooner or later, see their
errors and their folly, and profit by the wisdom
learned from past experience. They adhere
to none of the religio9 sects, and profess no
religion, I believe, of any kind.
Last week I was up in the interior of Iowa,
looking around to "see what 1 could see, and
hear what I could hear.' As far as I travelled
tbe country looked beautif u) and. the soil rich.
fertile and productive. The wheat crop looks
very well ; indeed, I might say I never saw it
look better. The corn is rather backward, bnt
it is now growing very nicely, and a good crop
is confidently expected by the farmers. The
h&rd winter has done a great deal of injury to
the meadows gererally, in this vicinity. Ma
ny of them will not be moed at all this sea
son. Marketing here, of all kinds, is very
high, but the prices do not come up to the
Clearfield prices.
I think of nothing more that would bo either
interesting or amusing to you or your readers,
and will, therefore, close before I weary your
patience any more. Yours, &e.,
E. S. Dcsdt.
Tnn Foon of Max- Tbe potato is native
of South America, and is still found Wild ia
Chili, Peru and Monte Video. In its native
state the roots arc small 'and bitter. The
first mention of it by European writers is f
1588. It is now spread over the world.
Wheat and rye originated in Tartary and Si
beria, where they are still indigenous. The
only country where the oat is found wild ia
in Abyssinia, and thence may be considered
a native. Maize or Indisn corn is s native of
Mexico, and was unknown in Europe until
after the discoveries of Columbus. The bread
fruit treo is a native of south Sea island,
particularly Olaheite. Tea is found a native
nowhere except in China and Japan, from
which country the world is supplied. The
cocoaaut is a native of most equinoctial coun
tries, and is one of the most valuable trees, as
food, clothing, and shelter, are afforded by it.
Coffee is a native ot Arabia Felix, but is now
spread into both the East and tWest Indies.
The best coffee is brought from Mocha, in
Arabia, whence about fourteen million of
pounds are annually exported. St. Domingo
furnishes from sixty to seventy millions of
pounds yearlp. All the varieties of tbe apple
are derived from the crab apple which is found
native in most parts of the world. The peach
is derived from Persia, where it still grows in
a native state, small, bitter, and with poisonous
qualities. Tobacco is a native of Mexico and
South America, and lately one pecies has
been found in new Holland. Tobacco was first
introduced into England from North Carolina,
in 1586, by Raleigh. Arparagns was brought
fjom Asia ; cabbage and lettuce fiom Holland ;
horse-radish from China; rice from Ethiopia;
beans from the Fast Indies ; onions and garlics
are natives of various places both ia Asia and
Africa- The sugar cane is a native of China,
and thence is derived the art of making sugar
from it.
The lawyers are likely to have a fat bone to
pick at Chicago. Suit is to be iastituted
against the Illinois Central Railroad Compa
nies, for the recovery of fifteen acres of
ground on the bank of Lake Michigan, south
of the river, npon which the freight and pas
senger depots of these Companies are built.
The contestants claim thisgrond by what they
believe to a valid title derived years ago from
the Government, before the channal of the
Chicago river altered. The land in dispute,
for a long period under water and uow covered
the great depots, was'once a split of land, and
was laid out in town lots, then owned by th
Kinzies.
Sligutlt Celtic. An Englishman yester
day chased a small john of whiskey. Being
a member of the "fourteen years' standing"
society, he undertook to disguise the disguis
er in a bag. But the bag not being long enough
to cover the neck of tho bottle, an Irih
man, who happened to be present, suggested
as a means of reducing the size of the package,
"to take a few drinks out of if."
The following is Prentice's last and best
squib. An old woman up in Henry is collecting
all the Democratic papers she can lay her
bands on, to make soap of. She says they are
desput sight better than ashes they are most
as good as clear ''lie"
"Wonderful things are done now-a-days,"
said Mr. Timmins. "Tne doctor has given
Flack's boy anew lip from his cheek!"
"Ah !" said the old lady, "many's the time
I Lave known a pair taken from mine, and no
very painful operation either."
We read in the Sheffield paper that "the
last polish to a new piece of cutlery is given
by the hand of woman." The same may be
said of human cutlery ; that "the last polish
to a young blado is given by mixing with
female society.'
The graves of Samnel Adams and John
Hancock, two of the signers of the Declaration
of lndependance, from Massachusetts, are la
the Granary Burial Ground, in Boston, without
monuments to mark them.
It is said that blot-ding a partially blind
horse at the nose, will restore him to sight
so much fur the horse. To open a man's eyes,
you must bleed him at the pocket.
The velocity of light according to Hcrschel,
is a million of miles in five seconds, requiring
40.00Q years to reach the earth.
The Roman forum is now a cow market, ta
Tarpeian rock a cabbage gaaden, and je pal.
ace of the Caesars a rope walk. Soch is hu
man glory. ....
Why is a Jackass like an Illinois corn field r
Because he's some on can.
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