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$1.50 TER ANNUM. 100,000 SHELTER TENTS 10,000 Wall and other Largo Tents. 10,000 PIECES NEW AND OLD CLOTHING. JVEIVAKD OLD BLANKETS! NEW BLANKETS— Heavy— ss PER PAIR. NEW SHIRTS & DRAWERS, HEAVY SOCKS and BROGANS! ALSO, USTIEIW PANTS, At $3 Peu Pair! Men’s and Boy’s Jackets, $2 Each! OLD BLANKETS, Shirts, Drawers, Pants, COATS AND OVERCOATS ! , ALSO, 100,000 SHELTER TENTS, suita-, ble for shos-makers, mechanics and housekeepers for different purposes. — These tents are in excellent order, being nearly new. The Wall or larger Tents are also in excellent order, suitable for wagon-covers, awnings, window cloths and many other purposes. All persons wishing to purchase any of the above articles are requested to call and examine them. FOR SALS LOW, Wholesale and Retail. JOSHUA HORNER, Corner Chew and Stirling streets, decß Baltimore, Md. Manufacturer of Tin and Sheet Iron Ware, Main street, nearly opposite Post office, am. fPHE subscriber having located in Bel Air, 1 respectfully informs the citizens of Harford • county that ho will manufacture and keep on baud every' variety of TIN WARE AND HOUSEKEEPING ARTICLES, Of a superior quality, which he will sell on reasonable terms ROOFING and SPOUTING attended to, in the best manner and with despatch. JBtr FURNACES and FIRE-PLACE STOVES put up and repaired at short notice. jpdr MILK CANS of superior quality manu factured to order. Give M a Call 1 T. KERR, jans Main street, Bel Air. mw com TUIE undersigned have just received a a large and well selected stock of Goods suitable for the season. They are con stantly making up the neatest work, and the newest and most fashionable style of Up bonnets, "•E* j or the Tall 3 l Winter. To which they invite the attention of the citizens of the town and the sur rounding country. They also desire an occasional call from their Baltimore friends, when they want something of ex tra style and finish, as they are aware that the undersigned can and will take pleasure in putting up work of that description. In addition to all styles of Bonnets, they keep constantly on hand a variety of LADIES’ AND GENTLEMEN’S SHCAftSi WARS, Such as Ribbons, Laces, Gloves, Hosiery, Suspenders, and many other articles in the Notion line. Thankful for the liberal patronage here tofore given thefirm, they expect by strict attention to business to merit its continu ance. M. J. WRIGHT &. MITCHELL, Washington street, two doors north of the Railroad, and next door to Nixon’s Hotel, Ilavre-de-Grace. sep2s RATS MADE TO COME OUT OP THEIR HOLES TO DIE I STONEBHAKEII’S Rat, Roach and Mouse EXTERMINATOR! WE invite the attention of the public to the above preparation, as being one of the most effectual preparations ever introduced for the destruction of the above vermin. We war rant it a DEAD SHOT FOR RATS I Try it— only 25 cents a box. JSS-For sale by A. H. GREENFIELD, Ag’t, corner Main street and Port Deposit avenue, Bel Air, Md. sep!6-6m WOT2CJFJ. Executors and administra tors who have not settled their ac counts according to law, will, at as early a day as possible, with the vouchers, re port to the Register for the settlement of said accounts. All delinquents will be called to appear before the Court. Bv order of the Orphans’ Court, B. H. HANSON, Register of Wills for Harford county. ap7 LST CS CLING TO THE CONSTITUTION iS THE MAIUNBE GONGS TO THE LAST PLANK WHEN THE NIGHT AND TEMPEST CLOSE ABOUND HIM." THE /ESIS AND INTELLIGENCER IS PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, BY A. W. BAT HVCA-ISr, AT One Dollar and Fifty Cents Per Annum, IS ADVANCE, OTHERWISE TWO DOLLARS WILL BE CHARGED. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One square, (eight lines or less,) three inser tions, SI.OO. Bach subsequent insertion 25 cts. One square three months, S'i.OO; Six months, $5.00; Twelvemonths, SB.OO. Business cards of six lines or less, $5 a year. No subscription taken for less than a year. poetical. TRUE TO THE LAST. BY A PRISONER OF WAR. “When St. Henri de Martcy went into the hat -1 tie of Solferino, ho hastily penciled, on the pln i ting of his scabbard, the address of his lady-lovs, 1 and the words: ‘ln the fnce of death my thoughts are thine.’ He was killed, but his I friend forwarded the sad memento of his constan : cy, us directed.” — Rashleigh'e Italian Notes. The bugles blow the battle-call, And through the camp each stalwart band To-day its serried column forms. To fight for God and native land I I Brave men are marching by my side, Our banners floating glad and free, But yet amid this brilliant scene I give my thoughts to thee I The horsemen dashing to and fro— The drums with wild and thunderous roll— The sight and sounds —all things that tend To kindle valor in the soul; Tnese all are here—but in the maze Of squadrons moved with furious glee, Still true to every vow we made, I give my thoughts to thee. The deep booms smite the trembling air, Each throb proclaims the foeman near, And faintly echoed from the front, I bear my gallant comrades’ cheer. While, joy of heroes marching on Through blood, their glorious land to free I I give to freedom here my life— But all ray thoughts to thee I And yet, beloved, I must not think What undreamed woe may soon be thine ; It would unman me in the work Of guarding well our country’s shrine. Here on this sword I write my truth ; These words shall yet thy solace bo, They'll tell how in this last fierce hour 1 gave my thoughts to thee. Along the cast the holy morn Renews life's many cares and joys. This hour I hope some wish for me Thy pure and tender prayer employs. | Another beauteous dawn of light . These eyes, alas I may never sec; But even dying, faint, and maimed, I still would think of thee. And then in coming years that roll, When scenes of peace and brightness throng, And round each happy hour is twined The wreaths of friendship, love, and song ; Go to his grave whose heart was thine, And by that spot a mourner be— One tear for him thy loved and lost, Whoso last thought clung to thee I IPisttllatuinis. For the JFjjis and Intelligencer. PRIDE. “High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous east with richest hand Show'is on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, . Satan exalted sat, by merits rais’d To that hud eminence.’ ’ I onoe beard a good man say, “Pride is tho last sin conquered.” The remark led me to reflection upon a subject which bad never engaged my attention. I look ed around me—l looked within me —and to my amazement I beheld Pride enthron ed in each bosom. Its victims might dif '■ fer in the object of their pride, but all sacrifice to the idol. Stranger still, I no ticed, that those whoso horror of pride | was continually upon their lips, displayed in their own persons its most degrading forms. Pride is soon noticed in the man whose family name is his title (satisfactory to him,) to treat all men as bis inferiors.— It is admitted by the candid reader, that a man has a rvjhl to cherish with grateful feelings the memory that his ancestors “kept tho front rank” in the path of hon or and glory. The man who says he would not he gratified by such a recollec tion, belongs to that class whose pride is yet to ho discussed. But, if this descen dant of the illustrious dead, founds upon tho fortunate chance of birth, his warrant to treat independent people as if they were his serfs —if he is rude, and yet expects to be treated with courtesy —if he is a sot, a slave, or coward, it needs no “Pope” to inform men of sense that such a creature of pride cannot be ennobled, though ho may boast “Of all the blood of all the Howards.” Then there are the men whose pride is centered on gold—gliitering gold—which “Will make black, white ; foul, fair; Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; cow ard, valiant.” It is almost enough to drive one into the solitude of “Timon,” to see the low, the base pride men take in ijoltl, not in what gold buys, but in the mere posses sion of it. Dickens has touched off, in “Dombey and Son,” the most offensive form of moneyed pride. Who can forget tho “house-warming”— of the bought and sold brido and groom. Among Mr. Dom bey’s guests is a Bank Director of enor mous wealth, but who delights to show off BEL AIR, Ml). FRIDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 9, 1866. the pride be takes in bis gold, by an as sumption of humility. Ho speaks of bis “little place,” of being barely equal to giving Dotuboy a chop, if ho visited them. “Carrying out his character, this gentle men was very plainly dressed, in a wisp of cambric fora neckcloth, big shoes, a coat that was too loose for him, and a pair of trowsors that were too spare ; and men tion being made of the Opera, he said ho very seldom wont there, for ho couldn’t afford it. It seemed greatly to delight and exhilarate him to say so.” If there is a mean, contemptible hypocrite, it is to bo found in the man whose pride of gold is obtruded upon us by his constant as sumption of poverty. Then there is the pompous rich man, dealing in cumbrous furniture, because it looks rich, whose walls are covered with daubs, whose frames look rich, whose words aro rolled out in such away as to sound rich, who waives away from his notice everything not rich. But this man, by the side of the “Bank Director,” is noble I Then we seo pride with some, centered on imaginary personal beauty—pride in that casket which locks in the gem only worth prizing ! These victims of pride, strange to say, have not generally any foundation on which to build. “The beautiful are wont to take their pride in gome supposed attribute. It remains for those, “cheated of feature by dissembling nature,” to lavish upon their bodily de formities the oxeessess of their pride.— Robespierre was a remarkable instance of this description of pride. Ho was of hid eous appearance, yet his whole pleasure was in his ugly person. No sentiment of humanity, no idea of true greatness, ever pulled down from its pedestal of pride that hideous idol. The walls of his rooms were covered with pictures of his outra geous features; and, to bo found there, were innumerable busts and statues of his vulgar form. How we sc.rn pride in intellectual at tainment. “I know A, B, C," these vic tims say by their manner, “and therefore you know nothing.” They assume — from their own knowledge—the curious inference, all other men are ignorant.— Lot this description of pride hearken to the advico of a poet: “A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, Drink deep or taste not, of the perennial stream.” It is notorious that the intellectual i 'jreat , have never exhibited this kind of pride. The greatest of philosophers said, when complimented on his largo stores of learning, “I have gathered but a few peb bles from the sea-shore.” Then note religious pride. One would thiuk that men would not pollute the sa cred things of God, by a spirit so mani festly Satan's peculiar attribute, yet so it is; hear Cromwell’s soldiers naming their children, “Blessed be Qod Barebones,’’ Hear northern preachers, turning their pulpits into lecturing stumps fur political purposes or sectional animosity. Look around you, and see ignorant men anxious to usurp the Priest’s office. What prompts this '! Religion ? Do not sully her pure doctrines, her sole office, the glory of Christ, by euuh an insinuation. It is pride —wicked desire for pre eminence— nothing less. . There is a kind of pride, not often re marked. Its features are so offensive, that the mass of mankind do not dwell upon them. A poor man, or, a man of the middle class, when he independently accepts the lact, is not ashamed of it— wears the memory of it easily, honestly pursues the even tenor of his way, is a mau from whom princes may learn wis dom. For there is nothing. truer than that “no man is ridiculous for what he is in himself; but only in the affectation of being something else.” But when this man begins to display that low, envious pride, which like the viper, fastens itself on its superiors, ho becomes a creature so base, that we blush to discover him. He is one of those curs who bark at all who do not kennel with him. The oak which now towers the monarch of the forest, sprang from a little acorn hid from hu man observation, in the dark ugly earth. M. Fresh from School.—A. young lady, when asked to partake of the pudding, replied : “No, many thanks, my dear madam, by no manner of moans; I have already in dulged the clamorous calls of a craving appetite, until a manifest sense of inter nal fulness admonishes my stay ; my defi ciency is entirely and satisfactorily satis lied.’ #@i““lt is a very singular thing,” said a tailor’s apprentice to his master, as the latter was pressing a bobtail coat, “that the less there is of some things, the more there is.” “How can 1 hot bo ?” said the tailor. “Why, there’s that bobtail coat—tho lets you moke the tail, the more bob it is.” Iff* “I am like Balaam,’’ said a dandy on meeting a pretty girl in a narrow pas sage, “stopped by an angel.’’ “So am I,’’ said she, “for I am accosted by an ass.’’ Oaf “Why, Bridget,’’ said a lady who wished to rally her servant girl, for the amusement of company, upon tho fantas tic ornamenting of a huge pie, “did you do this ? You’re quite au artist. Pray, how did you do it V’ “Indade, mum, it was myself that did it,” replied Bridget. “Isn’t it pretty ? I did it with your old falsa teeth, mum.’’ How the Farmer Sold the Cockney. In most of what are called “market! towns,” in England, it was customary to I have an “ordinary,” or what is called tho j market dinner, given at most of the prin cipal inns of tho place, where farmers as j well as others who had come to attend tho market, came to partake of a plain but substantial dinner ; and these would af terward sit and enjoy their pipe and pot of beer, or a glass of punch, before they betook themselves to the road on their homeward drive. Alter such a dinner, there had congre gated around a table filled with bright silver beer cans and brighter glasses, the usual miscellaneous assemblage of guests. Among these was a commercial traveller, bagman or packman, as they are termed, whose chief aim seemed to be to surprise the country bumpkins, as ho considered them, with the vast extent of his acquire ments and ceokney wisdom. It so hap pened that lie was seated next to a portly old farmer, of a roost benignant aspect, who had the appearance of being, what indeed ho was, well gifted with this world’s goods ; and to him our traveller expatiated on tho delights of a farmer’s life, disclosing in many instances his pro found ignorance of matters that ho so glibly and knowingly spoke about, to tho great internal amusement of bis listeners ; and finally ho declared that if he could gut a farm to suit him ho should like to turn to farming for an occupation. “If that be your desire,” said the old farmer, “I am just the man that can suit you ; I am, as you see, no longer young. I have made money enough without doing another day’s work ; and I see you are a smart young man, who knows a groat deal and deserves encouragement, I will sell out to you on terms that may be consider ed favorable and they aro these : I hold a lease on my farm for a yet unexpired term of many years ; I have between 30 and 40 fine beef cattle ; I have 20 cows; none better in the country; 18 good horses as over drew a plough, besides a flock of between 300 and 400 sheep, of course with the usual amount of poultry, and in fact, all tho profitable livo stock belonging to such a farm. Now what 1 propose to do for you is, that I will trans fer tho lease of my farm over to you, for which you shall not pay a penny, except the lawyer’s fee for the transfer. As for the farming utensils, they shall go us part of the farm, and all I will ask for the live stock, is one shilling per head, all round (our readers should understand that in England a pigeon would oust a shilling.) The astonishment of those who had been till then somewhat amused listen ers at this offer, was hardly less than of the eager traveller, who readily accepted the offer of our farmer ; but fearful there should be a purpose to hoax him in a fruitless journey to the farm, when per haps he might be laughed at for Lis cre dulity, our London friend told him what he should propose would not offend tho farmer, but in all business engagements it was best to have a good understanding ; therefore they should at once proceed to a notary to have the deed attested, with a fine of £SO sterling to bo paid by either party who refused to ratify tho proposed transaction. “Certainly I agree to your request, and I can see in it nothing to offemj mo ; on the contrary, I am pleased to seo a young mau so business like in his ways.’’ As there were no Isek of witnesses, they at once proceeded to the office of a no tary, had the agreement made out, tho day duly appointed for its consummation, sub ject to the line of fifty pounds sterling on either party who should withdraw from the bargain. Now as time brings all things about, time also brought the appointed day for selling the livo-stook and making a trans fer of the farm, and if our Londoner was before pleased with the bargain, how much more was he pleased with the trim and well cultivated fields he saw, which were part of tho farm he came to pos sess. The first place he was taken to was a sheep walk, where there were 360 sheep. These were at once put down at a shilling a head ; next there was seen in a meadow 36 fine beeves ; there were also in another field 20 milch cows ; in short, everything corresponded with the descrip tion heretofore given by tho farmer. In fact the poultry would have averaged more than two shillings a bead from any doulor iu ll.ul (illicit). Whca the; weio through taking the cattle and all the poul try, tho farmer asked to have the sum added up, and seemed to be surprised that the amout did not reach over about eighty pounds. “Well,’’ said he, “this is a better bar gain than I intended you should have; however, a bargain is a bargain, bo it good or bad, uud so wo will finish with what re mains.’’ Imagine the happy and elate stop of our Londoner, as he followed his friend back to tho substantial looking farm house, which henceforth he should proud ly call his own. Still ho wondered with in himself what the farmer meant by “what remains,” already debating with himself whether he would allowcats ordogs to bo entered on the schedule as profitable livo stock, but all such thoughts were dis sipated when he was led into a handsome enclosed flower garden, whore a profusion of flowers scented the air around. Now did our cockney admire the scene, and make inward promises of enjoyment in the future. When they camo near the cud of tho garden walk they came to an ! excellently arranged apiary, j “Here, my friend,” said, the farmer is j the remainder of my live stock, and they yield an excellent profit, as the honey i they produce is allowed to bo the beet in i our country. Thera be, if you count them, 40 hives containing say on an aver age 15,000 bees in each hive, or if you doubt tho number you may count these also, bnt you may take my word for it, that the numbers are not over stated, so this will give us QOO,OOO bees, which at -''a shilling a head, will make the bargain not look so bad as at first appeared to me." Imagine the aghast look of our bag man ; instead of puscsstng a farm almost as a gift, here was a small item, £30,000, added, three times the value of the farm, and a sum much beyond bis power to raise. In fact, he could sooner have raised tho d 1, and to look at him be was half inclined to do so, but that the witnesses present, who seemed to enjoy the thing very much, were all stalwart men, to whom, or in whose presence, it was prudent to keep civil; so he owned up ttmt instead of buying be was sold, and was ready to pay down bis fifty pounds. Facing Down the Lion, As night comes on tho lion’s humor changes completely. When the sun has set it is perilous to venture into a wild, wooded and broken country. It is thoro the lion lieu in ambush—it is there he is met in the pathway, which be intercepts by barring all further advance with bis body. The Arab thus describes some of the nocturnal scenes which are continual ly happening. If a solitary individual, a courier, traveller, or letter carrier, chanc ing to meet a lion, possesses a courage of the highest temper, he will walk straight toward the animal, brandishing his sword or gun, but carefully abstaining from using tho one or the other. He simply cries out, “Oh, tho robber, the highway man ! the sou of a mother who never said no. Dost thou think to frighten me ? Thou const not know, thou, that I am so and-so. Got up and let me proceed on my journey.” The lion waits till the man has come close up to him, and then goes off to lie down again a thousand paces farther on. The traveller has thus to endure a long series of terrific trials. Each time be quits tho path tho lion will disappear, but only for a few moments. Directly after ward he again presents himself, and all his movements aro accompanied by horri ble noises. He breaks off innumerable branches with his tail. He roars, bowls, growls, and emits gusts of poisonous breath. Ho plays with the subject of his fantastic and manifold attacks, and keeps him constantly suspended between fear and hope, like a cat playing with a mouse. If a mau involved in such a difficulty docs not allow bis courage to fail him ; if—to use an Arab phrase—ho succeeds in firmly holding his soul, the lion will final ly leave him and seek bis fortune else where. But if on tho contrary, the lat ter perceives he has to deal with a mau whose countenance betrays his fear, whose voice trembles, and who dates not articu late a word, ho repeats over and over again, in order to terrify him still more, the manoeuvre above described. He will approach him, push him out of the way with hie shoulder, cross his path every other minute, and amuse himself with him in various ways, until at last he devours his victim already half dead with terror. Selling Children in China. Tbo Espcrance of Nancy, publishes the following particulars respecting the pro ceedings of tho Society of the Sainte En fance, in China, extracted from a letter written by a lady, a native of Nancy, at present residing at Hong Kong : “All that you bavo heard about Chi nese children, is but too true. They are not, indeed given to pigs, here, hut that is the case further in the interior. At Hong Kong, mothers come to tho asylum of the Sainte Enfance and offer their children for sale, as I myself saw only a day or two ago. I have just visited this asylum kept by the nuns of St. Paul, whoso principal establishment is at Char tres. While I was there the bell rang, a nun went to open it, and returned in an in stant after with a female infant only a few days old. The price paid was two hundred sapeks ; but the mother, a hideous crea ture, wanted more or else have the child’s doilies returned, wbicb were accordingly given to her. The nuns told me that there wore women who carried on quite a trade in these poor babes. One had 1 brought no less than forty to the asylum, and she confessed that before she had 1 thrown over six hundred into tho sea. I 1 must tell you that I stood god-mother to 1 the poor thing purchased in my presence. ' The great cause of these horrors is that the Chinese can repudiate their wives I and marry again every year. Tho divor- 1 ced wives, according to the Chinese laws - have tho right of life and death over ' their children, and if unable or unwilling to rear I hem, they get rid of them any way they ohoos.'.” f Cooling the Charge.—Two Irish- , men, in a smart engagement, were gal- , lautly standing by their gun firing in j quick succession, when one touching tbo piece, noticed that it was very hot.— ‘Arrah, Mike!’ said bo, ‘the cannon is t gittin’ very hot; we’d better stop firin’ a c littlo. ‘Divil a bit !’ replied Mike ; ‘jist c dip the cartridges in the river afore yoos t load, an kape if cool,’ j YOL. X.—NO. 6. “Well,” said the farmer, who now for the first time enjoyed a hearty laugh, in which all, with the exception of the Lon doner, joined, “I am glad you take the thing so coolly ; but as for money, Ido not want it myself, but you shall be my almoner—and your first act shall be to send two pounds to Dick Hopkins, the wagoner, who has lain six weeks iq bod with both legs broken, and has a wife and five children to maintain ; —• and for the remainder of the money, just give some when you see occasion and and can spare it, to any deserving poor fellow who may want it more than either of us. And now, lads, dinner is on the table, so let’s in, and perhaps I can find you as good a gloss of port as you will find in the country. The dinner was excellent, having ap parently been prepared for the occasion. Many a joke was passed about the sharp ness of the Londoners, and the simplici ty of country people, but having got off minus only two pounds instead of fifty, and an excellent dinner with good wine, made our traveller joke and laugh with the rest. Nor did the friends ho then and there made, render the adventure in the end an unprofitable one. Life a Clock. Our brains are seventy year cloaks.— The angel of life winds them up at once for all and thou closes the cases and gives the key into the hand of the angel of resurrection. Tic-tao ! tic! go the wheels of thought; our wills cannot stop them ; madness makes them go the fast er, death only can break into the ease, and seize the ever swinging pendulum whioh we call the heart, silouoos at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our ach ing foreheads. If wo could only get at them as we lay on our pillow and count the dead beats of thought after thought, and image after imago, jarring through the over tired organ ! Will nobody block those whetffs, uncouple their pinion, out tbo string whioh holds those weights. What a passion comes over us sometimes for silence and rest, that this dreadful mechanism, unwinding the endless tapes try of time embroidered with spectral fig ures of life and death, would have one brief holiday. Undeveloped Resources.—The Bir mingham (Eng.) Post says : ‘‘An ingeni ous Scotchman has found out a method of utilizing the hitherto wasted powers of the common house-mouse. lie has in vented a cotton-spinning machine, so con structed that a couple of mice if tossed into tho right place, cannot help working it. A half-penny worth of oatmeal will keep each mouse five weeks, and during that time it will do work for which a woman is paid a nineponoe. In other words, it will earn seven shillings sixpence a year, which, after deducting sixpence for board and a shilling for wear and tear of ma chinery, leaves a net profit of six shillings to the employer. The inventor, it is said, is putting up ten thousand of those mioo-milla with a view of getting his liv ing out of them.” A Dwarf Engine.—One of the most curious articles of the Wakefield, Eng land, exhibition is, perhaps, n steam en gine and boiler in miniature, and descri bed, as the ‘‘smallest engine in the world.” It stands scarcely two inches in height and is covered with a glass shade. The fly wheel is made of gold, with steel arms, and makes 7000 revolutions per minute. The whole engine and boiler arc fastened together with 38 screws and bolts, the whole weighing fourteen grains, or less than a quarter of an ounce. The manufacturer says of it that the evapora tion of six drops of water will drive the engine eight minutes. This piece of mechanism is designed and made by a clock maker at Horsforth. Christian Forgiveness.—Ancient ecclesiastical history relates a beautiful incident, which affords a fine comment on St. Paul’s iuj unction, ‘‘Let not the sun go down upon thy wrath.’’ Two Bishops having violently quarrelled, one of them sent to the other the following message ; ‘‘Brother, the sun is going down.” Upon receiving this message tho offended Bishop forgot bis auger, ran to the house of his Episcopal brother, fell upon his neck and kissed him. 0*1" one of tUe Dutch ohurcbes in a rural village ou the Hudson, a good old man was acting in tbo capacity of a master of ceremonies at the funeral of a highly respected citizen. As is customary on suoh occasions, he invi ted the assembled mourners to view the corpse of their departed friend, and in the following language ; “All can now have the pleasure of looking at the lust remains of the oldest man now living in tho town of S . Pass up the broad isle and down the right hand alley.” A man boasted yesterday of having eaten forty-nine hard boiled eggs. “Why did you not eat one more, and make ao even fifty asked Jones. “Humph ? you want a man to make a hog of himself just for one egg ?” <®“Reynolds the dramatist, observing to Morton the thinness of the bouse at one of tho plays, added he supposed it was owing to the war. “No,” replied Mor ton, “I should judge it was owing to tbo piece.”