Rensselaer Union, Volume 3, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 July 1871 — California Cherries. [ARTICLE]

California Cherries.

Unclb Ned is a character, a genius, a philosopher. With all his protested antipathy to everything certain, lie is Occasionally surprised into an acknowledgment of the merits of something brought to his notice. It may bo nothing more than the cut of a garment, the speed of a horse, the architectural beauty of a build ing, or the quality' or size ol some specimen of vegetable production; but lie immediately qualities bis remarks wiih “Oh, it does Very well tor these legions—it w ouldn’t be much in California, though." Wo had some very fine large cherries on the table one day last summer. After surveying them for a moment, Uncle Ned remarked that they beat anything he ever saw—and then there was a short pause—- “ that is to say, around here.” Uncle Ned,” said I, “you never saw r a cherry in California larger than those.” " Well, perhaps I didn’t.” “ Why," said I, “ how large are they in California, and how do they sell them?” " Well," he replied with all the gravity of a Judge, “that depends something, of course, upon the season of the year. They vary in size as well as in price. They sell them by the pound, and if you oqly want a few pounds they gem rally chargo about twenty-five cents a pound ; but if you want a wholo cherry, they’ll let you have it for about fifteen cents a pound.” vm % A singular aud affecting scene occurred m Galveston not long since, where the rector of nn Episcopal church was stricken With death while in the’pulpit. Announcing his text, “ There ia. yet room;7 and trembling beneath the weight'■of his last message, he referred to the friends of his youth, and communicants of his church that liad gone before. While earnestly appealing to his people ho saw that his time had come; his words struggled for utterance; lie faltered; his weakening limbs Btaggered. A gentleman who advanced to bis assistance was waved back. For ten minutes more he spoke, Ills words only audible to those near him. The excitement of the audience was fearful. Three times he st niggled to continue, saying, “I am vjery aiek, but I must say—” A vain ho staggered. Ile fell ihto the arms of a friend as be raised his hand to pronounco the benediction. His last pulpit words were, “To God the Father—” But his tongue refused to speak further; his hands dropped, no was carried to ifs rectory, where ho died. ’ ”7 Hail-stones have been observed in which were found, frpzen in, certain insects, proving that they must have been flying very far up in the air.