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A Couple of .Uulrooney Stories. How Neal McGowk toli the Age of a Lobster; and hou Peter Mulrooney gave the Mack Filly a Mash. BT SYLVAHUS URBAN, THE YOUNGER.
Some time ago, I was pleasantly sur-j prised by receiving a visit from Harry; Stanly, an old and valued friend of mine.) who owns a noble plantation some ten; miles distant from my residence. tie j had ridden across, as country-folks often, Jo, not so much because of any particular; business he had with me, as to have achat about old times, and the crops and politics, and those lesser matters of common interest to both. As I had not seen Har ry for several months, owing to the illnesä ol lr3 stanlv, his visit was even j more lhdQ unusua-jv agreeable to me, m--nuch as it proved th.t my old college j chum was still the sme frank, easy. warm-hearted fellow as ever. My first question naturally touched upon the heahh of Mrs. Stanly, which I was gratified to learn had greatly improv ed of late. Afterwards, we fell into a social confab; and, when the new topics of ihe day were exhausted, Harry strolled with me around the farm, noting with a practiced eye the growing grain, and speculating upon the probabilities of a bountiful harvest. Having extended our walk across the fields, we took to the hills beyond, and, at length seated ourselves beneath a fine old ,-hrsiiut tree, from whence there was a noble prospect of the surrounding country. Taking a cigar from a case he was accustomed to carry in his pocket, my friend proceeded leisurely to light it, and, when this feat was accomplished, and a few whirls had bten taken iu silence, all at once, aud to my great surprise, he suddenly broke out with 1 say. Urban, do you know anything jofoi.e Feter Mulrooney?' j 'Why do you ask?' said I. Oh, nothing; only he claims you a9 a I warm friend of his, aud referred me to j your respectable self for his character. i I didn't want to bother you, however, at the tune; but, happening just then to need a hand, I hired him at once, and 1 do assure you his character sou a made itself apparent without any further trouble. After he had been with meforaiveek or so, d-dtig nothing properly, I thought it just possible you might have discharged him for some mtodemeauor or other, and coucluded io catechize my gentleman a little. 'So you know Mr. Urban, Mulrooney?' said I. Deed sir.' said he, ''tis proud 1 am to say that game; for sure there isn't a dacenter jiutleman. barrio it's yerself in all Ameriky.' I am happy to hear him so well spoken of; but, if you were so much attached to him, why did you quit his service?' 'Surra one o' me knows,' he replied, a little evasively, as 1 thought. 'Ayeh! but 'twasn't his fault, anyhow.' I dare s ;y not. But what did you do after you left Mr. Urban?' Och, bid luck to me sir, 'twas the foolishest thing iu the world. 1 married a widdy, sir.' And became a householder, eh?' Augh'.'he exclaimed, with an expression of disgust. 'The house would't hold me long; 'twas too hot for that, I does be ihiukiu.' Humph! You found the widow too fond of having her own way. I suppose?' True for you sir; an' a mighty crooked way it was, an' that's no lie.' She managed to keep you straight, I dare say.' Straight! Och, by the powers Misther Stanly, ye may say that! If I'd swallowed a soger's ramrod, 'tisn't straighter I'd ha' been.' And the result was that, not-approving of the widow's discipline, you ran away and left her?' Sure, sir, 'twas aisier done nor that. Her first huiband, betther luck to him, 1 say, saved me the trouble o' that.' Her first husband! What, has she another husband living?' Oh yis; one Michael Conolly, a sayfariu' man, that was repotted dead; but he came back one day, an' I resthored him hi3 wife and childher. Oh, but 'twas a proud man I was to be free again!' With these explanations our conversation for the time terminated; but, some days atlerwards, a colt, of no great value, looking rather sluggish and heavy, 1 thought I would test Master Peter's usefulness about the stables, so I sent for him to come to the house. Peter,' said I, 'do you think I could trust you to give the black filly a warm rnarh this evening?' As he stared at me for a mtniute or two without replying, I repeated the question. Is it mash, sir?' said he. 'Sure, I'd like to be plasiu' your honor any way, an' that's no lie. As he spoke, however, I fancied I saw strange sort of puzzled expression flit across his face; but taking it for granted he knew whit I meant, I paid at the time
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33ESflR no further attention to it. The conversation which followed immediately afttr, by one of those singular coincidences'' which so frequently happen in life, turning upon the subject of horses, tended still more to impress me with the belief. Now don't laugh, Urban, for, though I perceive by your quizzical look that you are pretty well acquainted with ytur Irish friend, even you cannot possibly have any conception of the manner in which the affair terminated.' In dome egregious blunder, Stanly, I'll be bound. J3ut pray proceed with your narrative. Feter stood for some time crushing his hat uneasily between his hands, and occasionally shifting the weight of his gaunt person from one foot to another, until I began at length to entertain a faint suspicion that perhaps he had not exactly understood me, after all; so I said to him A warm bran mash for the black filly. You will not forget it I hope, Mulrooney?' Och, 'tis an illigant mimory I have,' said he; 'an' niver a word dhrops from yer honor's lips but I'll be bound to hould it as fast as the lobsther did Neal Mc Gowk.' How was that. Peter?' said I. , JJedad, sir, but 'tis a square sthory.' said he, bursting out into one of his rich laughs. 'You see sir, there wasn't a handier boy in the matther of horse-fish in all County Galways than Neal McGowk. Ayeh! but 'twas he that had the keen eye for a bit of the raal blood! An' so the rich genthry all the counthry round pathronized him, an' called him Misther Mc Gow!:. an' trated to a bit an' a sup; an' may-be they sometimes crossed his hands wid silver an' goold beside. 'Deed sir, 'twas mighty affectionate they wor wid him. 'Twas always 'The top o' the mornin' to ye, Misther Ntal.' or 'This glad 1 am to see ye, Misther McGowk!' for they entertained a respect for his scientifical acquirements in ihe matter of horse that was beautiful to sec. Wheniver they wanted to buy a splendid hunlher, or a span of fiue horsps for my lady, or a pony about the size of a month ould calf for the childher, w ho but Neal McGowk must ride wid them to the fairs, an' the markets, an' discourse upon the qualities of the basts? By a misterious gilt, he could tell their ages, too That is not at all difficult,' said I, a little contemptuously. 'Any fool can tell that by looking at their leeth.' 'Tis of Irish horses I am spakin,' yer honor,' responded Peter, with an air of the utmost simplicii. '1 know of no difference between Irish and American horses in that respect,' said I, laughing. 'Oh, but did I iver hear the likes o' that!" exclaimed Peter. 'Sure it doesn't become a poor boy to impache yer honor's larnin; but' here he casta queer, sidelong glance at me from under his halfclosed eyelids 'there isn't an ould maid, wid all her silks, an' her satins, an' her goold, an' her bright, sparklin' jewels, that does be more fractious about bavin' her age tould than an Irish horse.' It was almost impossible to resist this; but I managed to restrain my disposition to burst out into a hearty roar, and merely said Poh! poh! Have done with your nonsense. Mulrooney, and go on with your story. Sure enough, 'twas by the teeth, sir, that he told the age of a horse; for why would 1 be tellin' yer honor a lie about it? But 'twas only the coaxin' way he had that he put the comether on the jealous baste, and persuaded it to open its mouth.' Ah, I know; you Irish are famous for blarney.' 'Deed sir, that's thrue, any way,' said Teter. 'Well Neal was but a poor crayther, after all; for, by reason of the genthry cologuing wid him, he began to turn the could shoulder to his old friends, an' to brag, an, to boast, as if he bale the world for wisdom. Arrah, where was the use of a dacent man demaneing himself in that way? Well, one day he took it into his head to thravel to Dublin for divarshin, an' a mighty purty divarshin he made of it, sure enough. Och, but it's a beauty of a city, that same Dublin, wid its four coortg, an it's strates o' fine houses, an' its college green, an' its bridge over the L'uTey! But by an' by, Neal sthrolls to the market. Bedad, but 'twas his evil janius tuk him there, I does be ihiukiu'! Af'.her ad mir in' the ha pes of pitatees. and the lashins of bafe, an' mutton an' other vegi tables of a similar characther, he comes to a Imherman's stall, where he sees iver so many black things pokin out their thin legs and dhrawin' them back agin in a lazy sort of a way. What's thim?' sez Neal to the fisher. man. Lobsthers, sez the man. 'Tis jokin' ye are,' sez &l. 'Lob. sthers are red craythers, as red as a sojer'a coat,' sez he; 'for Misthrers Iloolagan, the house-keeper at Squire Doolin's tould me 60.' Misthres3 Hoolaganis a dacent woman
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an' tells the truth,' savs the fiisherman. 'Tis the billin' does it, the hot wather turns 'em.' Ayeh! but that bates bannagher! sez Neal. I'll be plazed to seil je one,' sez the man. 'Tis the illigantest alin! Tis what they feed the great Lords aud ladies upon.' 'So Neal thought what a mighty fine thing it would be to take a lobslher home wid him, an' dine, for wans't in his life for all the world like a jiutleman. 'Is this baste fat?' sez Neal, pointin wid his finger lo the biggest fe.Mow on boord. Eegorra, ye might thry him down an' make sparm caudles out of him,' sez the fisherman. But it strikes me the baste isn't young' sez Neal. dubouslv. Tis aisy to see for yourself,' sez the fisherman, slyly. How will I "do that?' sez Neal. 'Hasn't he got two mouths wid teeth in 'em? sez the fisherman. Bedad.but that's thrue,' sez Neal. An' wid that, he lavs hould of it as ! bould as brass, whin wow! clip goes the j claws into his hand. j 'Och, murthcrl' cries Neal, shakin' his j hand wiJ the black lobsther clingin to it. an he skippiu about like a monkey on a barrel-orcan. 'Mr.rther, I I! be killed intirely' says he. Take the baste off. will ye? Tis a dead man I am this blissed day. Och.wiira! wirra! what'll become of Bid dy and the childher? Murther, murther! the varmint is sucking all the blood from my body. Tis that makes the lobsthers so red. Sure I ought to have known it afore. Oh, blissed Saint Pathrlck, what'll I do? Good people have pity on me! Tis a poor divil I am, wid a wife and six childher down in Galway. Take the baste off. I say! Will any good jintleman cut his head off, or run a knife down his ihroat?' But the crowd they wor screehin wid laughter, an houldin' their sides, an nivcr a soul of 'em stirred, till a big butcher bruk through 'em wid his cleaver. 'Hould yer hand down upon the boord,' sez he to Neal. And, wid that, he chopt off ihe claws, an' set McGowk free. Now I'll pay you for the lobsther, if ye plaze, sez Neal, in a passion, to the fisherman. Oh,' sez the man, 'if it's a balin' ye're afiher, ye're welcome to it.' An wid that he seized a couple of lobsthers by the small of the back, and flourishes thim a; arm's length. 'Arrah, come on,' sez he. But as soon bs Neal heard the lobsthers shakin' and ratlin' near his face, he dhrops his fists an' runs out of Dublin, wid the people shoutin' at his heels. Faix! when he came back to Galway, there wasn't many o'the boys that wor bould enough to ask Neal McGowk to tell 'em the age of a lobsther by lookin at his teeth. An' that's the story, sir.' Very admirably embellished, I dare say. And-now Mulrooney, I can dispense with you for the present; so bear in mind what I told you.' About the mash, sir?' 'Certainly, about the mash.' Still, Peter unaccountably lingered; and I was about to ask why he waited, when he said, sofily 1 beg yer pardin. sir; but 'tis bothered intirely I am. Will I give her an ould counthry mash, or an Ameriky mash?' I dou't know of any distinction between them. 'Arrah. 'tis reasonable enough that ye shouldn't,' responded Peter. 'Lnok here. Mulrooney,' said I, impatiently, I want you to get about two double handful of bran into a bucket of warm water, and, after stirring the mixture well, to give it to the black fiilly. That is what we call a bran mash in this country. Now do you perfectly understand me?' Good luck to yer honor,' replied Peter, looking very much relieved, for the rascal had got the information he was fiishing for. 'Good luck to yer honor, what'ud I be good for if I didn't? Sure, lis the ould counthry mish, aftherall.' I thought as much,' said I; 'so now away with you, aud be sure you make no mistake.' Tisn't likely I'll do that sir.' said he looking very confidently. 'But about the warm wather sir?' 'There's plenty to be had iu the kitchen.' 'And the naygur; will I say till her tis yer honor's ordhers?'
Certainly; she will make no difficulty. 0h, begora, 'tisn't a traneen I care for that. But will I give her the full of the bucket, sir? 'Twill do her no harm,' said I, carelessly. And with that, Peter made his best bow and departed from the presence. It might have been 6omj ten minutes after this that Mrs. Stanley entered the room where I was sitting, and, as she was still somewhat of an invalid, I laid down the book I had iu my hand, and leading her to the sofa, arranged the pillows to hei liking. I wiih you would go into tha kitehan,
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""fl rt mrwmrai ! Georee,' she said, as I was disposing a light shawl about her person. l am afraid there is something wrong between that Irishman of yours and Phillis. Both their voices appeared to " be a good deal j raised as 1 crossed the hall; and 1 l.eard the man saying something about some or-1 ders you had given him.' Oh, 'lis nothing, my dear,' I said, half laughingly. 'I understand it all. Mulrooney requires some warm water, which Phillis, who bears him no love, has 1 suspect, declined to give him.' My explanation scarcely satisfied Mrs. Stanley, who seemed to think that the j disturbance was greater than would be likely to arise from such a trifle. However, she said nothing more, and I was searching for a passage in my book which I thought would please her, when all at once.we were startled by a distant! crash-or crockery ware plates and dish-; es. in fact, as I afieewards discovered. j To add to our annoyance, this crash was speedily followed by a half-suppressed shriek. Mrs. Stanley started up in alarm. Do go and see what is the matter, George,' said she. I told you I was sure! it was something serious. That Irishman will be the death of PhiUis some of these days. They are always quarrel ingScarcely pausing to listen to the clos-j ing portion of my wife's speech. I hurried from the room, and Eoon heard, as I passed through the hall, an increasing clamor in the kitchen beyond. First of all came the shrill voice of Phillis. Ha' done, I say! I won't hab nuffiu' to do wid the stuff, nairaway!' You ugly an' conthrairy ould naygur, dor.'t I tell yc 'tis the masther's ordhers?' ! I heard Peter respond. "Taint no sech a thing. Go way. you poor white Irisher! I tell'ee I won't. Who ebba beam ob a colored 'ooman a j takin a bran mash afore, I'd like to know?' The whole truth of what 1 had been suspecting for some time flashed upon me at once, and the fun of the thing struck me so irresistibly that I hesitated for a while to break iu upon it. Arrah, be aisy, can't ye. an take the dose like a dacent naygur?' Go way, I tell'ee!' screamed Phillis. 'I'll call missus, dat 1 will.' Och, by this an' by that, said Peter, resolutely, 'if 'tis about to frighten the beautiful misthress ye are, an' she sick too at this same time, Til soon puta stop to that.' Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of his heavy step a ross the kitchen floor, and then came a short scuffle and stifled scream. Concluding that it was now time for me to interfere, I moved quickly on, and, just as the scuffling gave way to smothered sobs and broken ejaculations. I flung open the door and looked in. The first thing that caught my eye was Phillis seated in a chair, sputtering and gasping, while Mulrooney, holding her head under his left arm, was employing his right hand in conveying a tin cup of bran mash from the bucket at his side to her upturned mouth. What in the name of all that is good, are you doing now, Mulrooney?' said I. Sure, sir,' said he, 'what'ud I do but give black Phillus the warm mash, accordin' to yer honor's ordhers? Augh, the haythen! Bad 'cess to her! 'tis trouble enough I've had to mke her reasonable an' obadient, an' that's no lie. The stupid ould thafe of a naygur!' My dear Urban, you may imagine the final, to so rich a scene; even Mrs. Stanley caught the infection and laughed heartily. As for Feter, the last I heard of him was his muttering, as he walked away Ayeh' why didn't he tell me? If they call naygurs fillys, and horses, how the divil should I know the differ'?" Raising and selling mules is a great business in Kentucky. In Mercer county, a short time since, 832,000 were paid for 293 yearling mules. The Ml. Sterling Whig says that a far merof Montgomery county, Kentucky, lately sold forty mules, of his own raising, at fifty dollars each. Two thousand dollars for a crop of forty mules is pretty good farming. Authors and Printers. In the great arena of life's varied pursuits, there is no class of actors more shamefully misrepresented than the author and the printer. The world forms a wrong estimate of the value of each, from not being able to distinguish, in the perfection of their labors, the efforts of the one from the other. An author is sometimes highly lauded, whn, if his manuscripts had been given to the public instead of the printed volume, he would have appeared in a most ridiculous aspect; and, if a comparison of the two were made, a striking resemblance wuld be found only in the title page. Among this grade are some Congressmen, assemblymen. legal limbs, fitc. whose elevation may be attributed to a false public estimate of their abilities from reading their printed speeches. Madison Banner.
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nrw Painfully Thrilling Scene. Niagara falls has been the scene of a sad Tragedy, heightened in its gloom by the inability of the thousands who lined the banks ol the rapids to lend aid to the sufferer. Three Germans had, on the cvening of Monday week been sailing in a j 6inall boat, which became separated from the scow to which it was attached and was hurried down the rapids. Two of them when the boat swamped, were swept over the Falls, but the other chan ced to strike and to be able to cling to a i stump about midway between the Falls and Goat Island bridge. From 9 P. M. until daylight he clung to th frail stump; and as soon as his perilous situation was discovered, the banks were lined with thousands who used every exertion to rescue him but in vain. At last, Just when his escape seemed probable, at 6 P. M. on Tuesday, after an imprisonment of nearly 24 hours amid the roaring waters thirsting for his life which rushed by him at the rate of 40 miles per hour, he was swept over the Falls. A correspondent of the Tribune furnishes the following particulars. D. Reg. "So terrible a scene we witnessed not an hour since may we never be doomed to witness again! All day, in the eager gaze of thousands lining the shore, every human means was used to rescue the poor young man, still clinging to his perch in the roaring waters. First, the small boat was let down it went to pie'ces immediately; then the life b)t from Buffalo gallantly rode the waves, but became entangled in the effort to extricate it. Another reached ihe log; a shout was raised a young man sprang in and commenced bailing aud loading her with ballast: this too stuck fast, and finally a raft was let down for which he abandoned the log, and was slowly drawn upwards. w The suspense became almost breathless. as all eyes were fixed upon the poor youth on his knees, bravely securing himself by lashing his feet to the raft, and waiting with upturned face tiie final efforts of his friends. Provisions were, sent again and again but failed to reach him. The raft was drawn some distance westward, but lodged against the rocks and soon defied further effort to bring it up; a ferry boat was then launched and cautiously lowered. The interest was wrought to its greatest intensity for all perceived this was the crisis; and with some apprehension we saw lhat the youih hadjinlashed himself and stood on his feet ready to grapple wiih the approaching boat. Hope revived was in his eager look and tha large characters written in German for his encouragement on one of the houses: " H will save you' seemed to have neT significance. Alas! for him what seemed safety was destined to be his destruction! The boat struck the raft and loosened it, the shock knocked the poor fellow overboard; he snatched in vain at the ropes; the mighty torrent swept him like lightning past the island, which some hoped he might yet gain; he struggled, and sprang partly out of the water even at the verge of the Falls. A cry of horror rose from the multitude, and there was a general rush toward the spot where he was seen going over. It was Said that his mother '.as on shore, and his brother had just arrived in the evening train from Buffalo. It is believed that but one man was with him last night on the fatal expedition. Another life boat, from Buffalo, was ready to be launched, and tha probabilities stood tairer than ever for a rescue when all was lost." Look at This. We learn that Williamson Wright, Esq., President of the Logansport and Chicago Railroad, hamadea favorable contract with A. De Graff, the enterprising railroad contractor, for the construction of the Road from Logansport, to Chicago, to be finished ready for the cars within eighteen mouths, this contract being the last link to cement this city with Chicago, and the most direct line. We arc advised that this road passes over a very level and favorable country, on almost a straight line, without any heavy grades, which will allow the greatest speed to be run. From what we have heard of the ability of the company, and the favorable contract made for the construction of the road, there is every reason to believe that an early completion of this great trunk line may be expected. Cin. Enq. "Is them fellers alive now?" said an urchin to his teacher. Wht fellers do you mean my dear? 'Why, Paul and Luke, and Duteronoray. and them. A very 6Üght declivity suffices to give the running motion to water. Three inches per mile, in a smooth straight channel, gives a velocity of about three miles an hour. Now, what is true of water is equally true of morals. The best of men only need a slight push from adversity to obtain a down hill momentum that will land them in the penitentiary. Be careful, therefore how you lose your equilibrium. The New York Herald sums up the list of accidents to lifo and limb, which hap pened in that city on the Ith inst., at 62.
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