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"ERROR CEASES TO BE DANGEROUS, WHEN REASON IS LEFT FREE TO COMBAT TV' Jbffebsoh. - Vol.8. FAYETTE, MISSOURI, SATURDAY, AUGUST 14, 1847. No. 33. From the St. Louis Organ. STANZAS TO MY MOTHER, BT MRS. S. B. ALSEN. There' music in a mother's voice, There's love's soft gentle tone, Which thrills the heart with ecstacy, And bids its homage own. 'Tis the first music that we hear, The first that greets our welcome ear. There's music in a mother's sigh. There's sorrow, grief and woe, That .fills the soul with silent fear, While tears unbidden flow. 'Tis the first lesson to us given, That earth, tho' fair, is not like Heaven. There's music in a mother's joy, There's friendship, hope and love, It sheds deep pleasure round her home, 'Tis bright like that above, And to the youthful heart it seems, An extract pure from heavenly streams. There's music in a mother's love, There's melody so sweet, That all the passions of the soul, In harmony do meet; Its balmy sounds allay our fears, Like angel's notes of yon bright spheres. And when that voice is hushed in death, Its echoes may I hear, As gently o'er my trembling heart, They vibrate soft and clear; Its music then will cheer and bless Guiding to endless happiness. READING THE WILL. A PAOB FROM THE DIARY OF A FOKTCHE- HUNTErt. This evening I received a note from my ffianoed bride, Constance Graham, reques ting me to attend at 2 o'clock that day at the house of her late uncle in Harley street, for the purpose of hearing his will read. I had the greatest pleasure in com plying with this invitation. I had really begun to fancv that old Mr. Graham was going to remain perpetually on the earth; ike Mrs Norton s "Undying une;" ne was always on the point of death, and always cured, and better than ever in the course of a few days; last month the cold water system seemed to completely renovate him, but he suddenly relapsed, departed irom the world, and left fifty thousand pounds and a will behind him. Though Constance is the prettiest and most amiable girl of my acquaintance, I had determined never to marry her while her uncle lived; he had frequently proclaimed her his heiress, but as frequently took offence at something or at nothing in her behavior, and bequeathed his wealth to a hospital, prison, or lunatic asylum. I felt quite easy on the present occasion, for Mrs. Bates, Mr. Graham's house-keeper, had Given me information that, only an hour before her master's death, he told her he had nancisomeiy proviaeo for Constance. I fell, however, that it was my policy to appear ignorant of that cir cumstance! Constance being very roman tic, and Constance a mother very suspi cious. At the appointed time I walked into the drawing-room in Harley-street; the very few relatives of the old gentleman were assembled. There was Constance, looking as Hebe might have looked if Hebe had ever worn crape and bombazine; Con stance's mother, looking stiff, cross, and un easy; an elderly female cousin, and a strip- ing nephew ot tne deceased, i iearea none of them. I knew that Mr. Graham disliked his fine lady sister-in-law, despised the ser vility of his elderly cousin, and dreaded the frolics of his stripling nephew. I seated mvself bv Constance, and in a soft tone becan to protest my affection and disin terestedness. "Knowing the caprice of your uncle, my beloved, I said, "I have every reason to conclude tttai l snail near you are disinherited; this, nowever, win oe of little moment to me; i nave enougn tor comfort, though not for luxury, and, as the song baautifully says 'Still fixed m my heart be it never forgot That the wealth of the cottage is love." "Lfdncv Mr. Chilton," said Constance's mother, looking excessively sneering and shrewish, "that it is pretty well known that . i . r . . . i i- - c i mv daugniecss me soie iicuess ui iicr uncle's wealth." "Indeed, madam!" I replied, with a start of surprise, "I was not aware that any surmise was hazarded concerning me con tents of Mr. Graham's will. "I have heard a surmise hazard, sharply interposed the elderly cousin, "that Mr Graham was not in his senses when he made it." "The mind must be both base and weak. retorted Constance's mother, "which could cive credence io sucn a rumor. Ana lorui- . I M A I with asparringoiaiogue tooKpiace between the two ladies, during which I whispered to Constance a page of Moore's poetry done into prose. Temple now entered the room, the solicit or and intimate friend of the late Mr. Gra ham: he was a handsome young man, and had presumed at one time to lift his eyes to Constance: he opened the will, and we all became mutely attentive! Oh, what a dis appointment awaiied us! Three thousand pounds were bequeathed to Constance, finis was the old fellow's idea of a hand some provision!) Five hundred pounds to the elderly cousin, ditto to the stripling nephew, small legacies to the servants, and the remainder of his wealth to found a cold water establishment for the reception of those who were not rich enough to pay a gratuity for being half drowned. Temple read the names oi me attesting witnesses and then refreshed himself with sherry and biscuts. As he was a friend of the family, his presence was no restraint on conversa tion. "That wilt ought to be disputed," said Constance's mother, looking very red; "I do not believe Mr. Graham was in his sen ses when he made it." "I thought," said the elderly cousin with a sneer, "that the mind must bo both base and weak which could give credence to such a surmise." f3,"Dear mamma!" said Constance, "do not be discomposed; I am very well contented I shall not be a portionless bride." Con stance here held out her delicate white hand to me I affected not to see it. "My dear Miss Graham," I said, "do not believe me so cruel and so selfish as to wish to plunge you into poverty." "I thought you said that your income was sufficient for every comfort," remarked the stripling nephew. I did not condescend to answer him, but continued: "No, Constance, though it breaks my heart to do so, I give you back your freedom, saying, in the pathetic words of Haynes Bayley, "May your lot in life be happy, undisturbed by thoughts of me!" 1 was just making for the door, leaving Con stance looking more like Niobe than Hebe, when Temple said, "I think the party had better remain till 1 have read the codicil." I reseated myself in amaze, and Tem ple forthwith read that the testator, being convinced that he had received no benefit from the cold water system, revoked and rescinded his legacy to it, bequeathing the same to his beloved niece, Constance Gra ham. "Constance! dear Constance!" I ex claimed, in the softest of tones. But Con stance looked neither like Hebe nor Niobe, but as stern and severe as Media. I then Hacked Temple. "Is it legal," I said, only to read part of a will?" "1 read every word of the will," ha re plied, "and, having greatly fatigued myself by so doing, I trust that it was perfectly legal to refresh myself with a glass of sherry before I read the codicil." I was going to utter some further re marks, when Constance's mother said, Good morning, Mr. Chilton!" in a tone of voice which left me no alternative but to echo her leave-taking, and I descended the stairs, pursued by a smothering laugh from the party in the drawing-room, re- turned home in very low spirits, and en tered my adventure or rather my misfor tune in my diary, deducing this valuable piece of advice- to a gentleman in search of a fortune: "Never believe that a will is concluded till you have inquired whether there is any codicil to if" SMILES. A smile upon some kindred face, When human hearts with grief are bowed, Is like the golden rays that chasj The darkness from the summer cloud. It lifts, and thrills, and brings a cheer To gild with 'oy the saddest hours, And sparkles on the soul as clear As dews that sleep on fainting flowers. Value of Newspaper. In this age of universal reading, a newspaper is as essen tial to man's comfort as any other necessa ry, mental or physical. The poorest sov ereign in America is better off than the rich est of the Roman emperors, who know nothing of newspapers. Dr. Aubuthnot very wittily says that Augustus Ltesar, with all his greatness and richness, had neither glass to his windows nor a shirt lo his back ; but it is qeuestionable if his lack of ligli' and linen was half so great an evil as that involved in the absence of newspapers from the imperial breakfast table. Julius Caesar. with a copy ol a daily newspaper, would have made a much greater stir in the world, and what is more would have known while living the extent of the fame that he had ac quired, and what amount would descend to posterity. Phtla. Laager. Mexicans Playing the Possum. A writer from Vera Cruz relates the following anec dote: When we entered Alvaiedo, they wished to keep one room secret troni us one in which all the correspondence and public pi pers were lound secreted, in that room thev had laid out a pretended corpse on the table, and asserted the man was dead. Mai. 13. wanted the comfort of the quarters, and ordered the door to be forced in. and though dark examined the corpse. II or dered the sergeant to take it off and bury it this order induced the dead man to break out and run with all his might, to the amusement of the spectators. A singular custom prevailes among the Sioux' Indians. Whenever a white man has resided among them for the space of a month, he is required to take unto himself a wife. The chief of the band with which he is, at the end of this time, comes to him with a young and handsome squaw, whom he must espouse and protect according to their customs, or leave their country immeuiute y, Pratrte du Uhien Patriot. The passion of love is said to excite in namatory fevers, hysterics, and madness, We never knew persons disposed to scorn the humble, who were not them selves fit objects of scorn to the poorest Curiosity. A lady in Providonce, R. I has satisfied her curiosity, in the discovery that there are 3,825 seeds in a fig. "There is one kind of tea," said a ser geant to his captain after calling the roll "that ought to be heavily taxed, and lhat is absentee From the Baltimore Western Continent. . COUSIN PETE'S HORSE RACE. BT MAJOR JONES, OF PINEVILLE, OA. I don't believe there ever was such an everlastin fool about horses as Cousin Pete. You know ther's some people who don't know anything else but horse-knowledge, and don't know any other kind of history but horse history. Well, that's the way with Cousin Pete. Unkle Josh sent him down to Augusty to the Doctor Factry what they've got lhar and which may be sed to be the beginning of domestic manu factures in Ueorgy to try to make a doc tor of him. But it was all no use. When he cum back, the only kind of anatomy he knowed anything about was to tell the good pints in a horse, and his fisiology only enabled him to tell one horse from another thout knowin ther names. He was a mon strous site nearer a horse doctor than a medical doctor, and understood curin the distemper, the bots.and such horse ailments, a great deal belter than he did prcscnbin for ihe lever n ager. lie never red no other book but the "Turf Register," and din't lake no other paper but the "Spirit of the Times;" and when he went to see the galls, all he had to talk about was horses, and if he could git 'em to listen to him, he would give em the peddygrees of all theJ great race-horses in the country, trom their dams clear back to ther everlastin great great great great grand dams. He always had two or tnree ot Unkle Josh's horses in trainin, and evry now and then he was tradin one of em off for a blood racer to some Yankee pedlar or other, when he never missed gettin cheated all to pieces. Unkle Josh used to raise a muss about his horse trades some times, but Tele was termined to have a crack nag, as he called 'ein, and every man that passed through town was certain to get a banter for a trade, if his horse had any pints about him, which Pete was always the fust one to discover. One day, shure enough, he jumped up a real Eclipse, a regular crack nag. The man was takin him to New Orleans, and did'nt want to part with him, as he was entered for the great fall Sweep-stakes. But Pete was bound to have the horse, if it cost him alj the money and horses he could raise. Two f Unkle Josh s best horses, and three hun red dollars in cash, was the man's lowest notch, and Pete closed the bargain. The man left Pinevillo the next day, and Pete was the owner of a racer, a crack nag real Eclipse, with a string of dams long enuff to dam all the horse flesh in Christen- om. He was so completely tuck up with his bargain, that he did'nt talk of nothin Ise hut his thorough-bred crack rag for more'n a month, and two or three times a ay old Saul had to carry it all round town o exercise it. rete nad two or tnree ot Aunt Mahaly's best blankets and sheets cut up to make professional garments for his racer, and you may depend it cut a swell bout Pineville, kivercd all over up to the very ears, and its eyes loo kin out through wo holes bound round with red flannel Every body was quizin him about his racer; out ne did ni care mucn what most of 'em said, cause he know'd they wasn't no urige ot horses. "What upon yeath is you gwine to do with that creeter, Doctor; scs Mr. Mont gonvry to Pete one day. "Why, Mr. Montgomery, ses rete, "that's one of the finest blooded horses in all Georpy a real genevvine Eclipse, by molem cnlt, whose dam was a "Well, well." ses the old gentleman,"what of all that. Uhats the animal good for, Doctor that s ihe question! "Why, hes I can tell you He can beat any horse in Oeorgy. "At whair ses Mr. Montgomery. "Runnin mile heats," ses Pete. "Well, what's heats good for?" ses the old man. "Why," ses Pete," to show the blood of the horse." "Well, what's the good of his Mood, if he aint good for noihin but to run heats?" A heap! ses Tele. "Ihe fact is, Mr. Montgomery, I see you don't know much bout horsps. Spose, now, I was to hnve a patient three miles oft, what was gwine to dv if I didn't get to him in ten minutes wouldn't my horse be worth something then?" "Indeed, I don't think it or its master ei ther would be worth much to a man in that situation," ses Mr. Mountgoniery. "One would do him bout as much good astother, f voii fool away so much of your time with horses. This keppin of race horses is a monstrous poor nusincss, ur. jones. li s more degeneratin to the character of men than it is improvin to tho blood of horses; and whenpver I see a young man gettin sirh foolish notions in his hed, I cnn'l help hut think of the piece of poetry what I red in the newspapers when 1 was a boy "John ran so long and ran so fast No wonder he ran out at last: (In ran in debt, and then to pay. He distanced all and ran away." "If you'll take my advice, you'll " But Pete was so nudacious mad that he did'nt stop to hear him out. Away he went down to Mr. Harley's store, whar ther was a lot of the boys look in at his racer, what Saul was leadin about in its blanket. "Do you call that a race horse?" scs Bob Moreland. "A genewine Eclipse," ses Cousin Pete "jest a little bit ahead of any thing in these parts. "Well, I can tell you what, Doctor, I think you is most bominably tuck in in that critter, if you bought him for a racer," ses on. "It looks to me like it haint had a good feed of corn in a month," ses another. I wouldn't give my mule Blaze not for two sich," ses Billy Wilder. "I'll bet old Ball can run it out of a ten acre lot," scs Bob Moreland. "It aint no racer." "Maybe you'd like to bet something," ses cousin Pete, lookin as wise as if he was fuelin somebody's pulse. "I don't care about bettin much, but I'll go you a few bits that I can beat it with ary critter standin at that rack yonder," ses Bob. By this time Cousin Pete begun to git monstrous hot. "I'll bet you five hundred dollars," ses he, "that ther aint no piece of horse flesh in the county that can beat my horse, and if any of you want to try it, thar's a chance for you," ses he. "Why, Doctor," ses Tom Stallins, "I can beat lhat thing of your'n myself." "Ha! ha!" ses Pete, tryin his best to JafT, mad as he was. "Well that's the best yet." "Well," ses Tom, "you was bantern for a race for your old mule in the blanket lhar, and I've offered you a chance. If you is a mind to back out you kin do so." "Oh, yes," ses all of 'em, "it's a clean back out." "Take home your horse, Saul, and save bis feelins," ses Bob Moreland. " W ell, gentlemen," ses Pete, "if you want to make a race, I'm your man, and I'll bet you what you please, from five dollars up, agin any thing you can bring, any distance, anytime, any way, and any whar. Now let's see who'll back out." "Nuffsed," scs Tom Stallins; "I takes tnai nanter myself. JNow, skin your critter and prance him up here, if you want to see him bent to all creation." "But," ses Pete, takin out his pocket book. ' you must remember, gentlemen, I don't run my horse for nothing. How much is the stakes! "Oh, jest something to make it interest- in," ses Tom. "Well," ses Pete, "the larger ihe amount the more interestin to me." "Stand up to him, Tom," scs Bob More- land, "I'll back von." "Yes," ses all of 'em, "we'll back vou agin the Doctor's pocket book, if that'll make it intercsiin to him. Pete was so riled to think that the fellers would dare to question his judgment about horses, lhat he was jest in the humor to bet everything he had upon the face of the yeath. lie covered all the money ihe par ly could raise, and wanted to bet 'em two to one for their notes to any amount "JNow, ses l'ete, after the purse was all hxed, "the understandin is 'play or pay. " 1 o do sure, says all ot 'em. "Half forfeit?" "Ye," ses the fellers. "Vell, now, when is the race to come off'" "Rite now," ses Tom. "Whar?" "Here, rite on this very grit !" "What distance?" "Five hundred yards two hundred and fifty yards and back to the place where we start. "Very well," ses Pete. "Now whar' your ci iitur!" 'Here!" says Tom, pullin off his coat. Pele was completely tuck back. vny, lorn siallins, says he, "is vou foolin, or is you lost yer senses? You don't think of tryin to beat my horse five hundred yards yer9elf?" "Well, I don't mean to do nothin else, hoss," ses Tom. "What! you run agin " "Yes, me! and if you want to make it a leetle more interestin, I'll go you a pair of boots that I beat your crack nag fifty yards in the five hundred." "But I'm not joking about this race," says Pete. "Nor me neither," ses Tom, "and if you are gwine to back out, fork up the forfeit." Pele was satisfied Tom had no belter sense anil seein there was no way to con vince him but to run, he told Saul to take off the blanket, and bring the horse to him, while the boys was measurin off the dis tance and Tom was fixin for ihe race. A stake was druv down in the middle of the road, two hundred and fifty yards from the place whar they was to start, and in a few minutes Pele was mounted on his horse, and Billy Wilder brung Tom Stal lins who was wluckerin and rearm, and pitchin and cavortin about, with a red hankercher tipd round his waist, worse nor any two year old, up to the judges st.uid. hear Judge Moreland s charge about the rules of the race. They wur to start on the word go, run to the post, pass round it on (oilier side, and the fust one back tnihe mark tuck the money. After a good deal of botherment they got ready to start Bob Moreland gin ihe word Go! and away ihey went the fel lers all slmutin and hurrayin like the very old Harry had broke loose. The fool of a horse was so scared that he made two or three j imps before he made up his mind which way he was gwyne; and by the time he got fairly under way, Tom was more than half way to the stake. Tom grabbed the stake with one hand, swung round it thout stoppin, while the horse dashed past it as fast as he could tare and fore Pete could slop him and git turned round, Tom was half way back agin. Pete put on the whip like his life was at stake; but it was all no use. Tom jumped over the line with a loud neigh of triumph, and his groom had him by the collar, and was rubbin him down fore Peto got near the mark; but by this lime he had cot his horse's Eclipse blood un to such a pitch that he ciim monstrous near nevar bein alia to stop him at all. Away went Pete, rife through the crowd jerkin and pullin at the rains, and rippin and cussin like a mad man. Way ho went, rile into Squire Roger's lot, down round the house, through the horse lot, and into the old, as hard as he could tare, with a whole gang of dogs after him, settin tha ducks and geese a floppin and flyin and squeakin, and chickins a cacklin in every direction, while the fellers shouted and yelled louder than ever, altogether makin racket enuff to skcer the best behaved horse in the world out of his senses; and the fust thing Pete know'd he was landed slap into the worst kind of a mud hole. with his trousers busted all to flinders, and his face all peeled like he'd been dragged through a brush fence by the heels. Ihe way l'ete was mad, was perfectly rming to the little niggers, and sich another crowin as the boys did set up was never heard in Pineville. Tom offered to make it more interestin and run him agin, but Pete sed he was perfectly disgusted, and cussed himself all to pieces for degra- din a three mile horse in such a race! After that, nobody ever seed Pete' crack nag takin its airins about town in its blankets. What ever bckum of it nobody knows: but I know Pete never had nothirt more to say about blooded horses or horse racin, specially when Tom Stallins was in the crowd. Uncle Josh scs that horse race was one of the best thing that ever hap pened to him. HORTICULTURAL. Water may be Purified, by sprinkling a table spoon full of pulverized alum into a hogshead of water, stirring it at the samo time. After the lapse of a few hours, the impure articles will be precipitated to the bottom, and the water so purified as to be found to possess nearly all the freshness and clearness of the finest spring water. A pail full, containing four gallons, may be purified by a single tea spoon full. before fslauglUcnng Aiamals, they lould be allowed to fast for something: like twenty-four hours, in order that the stomach and bowels may become empty. This is particularly true of sheep or honied cattle, or in fact any animal that ruminates as such animals retain their food longer than others. The Prairie Farmer adds, that the meat of an animal butchered while the stomach is full, is much more liable to putrify in warm weather than lhat killed in proper condition, hence this rule is specially to ba regarded at tins season ot the year. bowing Grass seeds. I here is much difference of opinion as to the best time to do this. A correspondent of the Prairia Farmer recommends the latter part of August. In the Spring of 1S15 he sowed thirty-five acres, a part in February and tho other in March. The seed caught well and looked finely until harvest; after which it begun to wilt, and finally died the change, from the protection of the wheat, lo sudden and entire exposure to the sun, being too much for it. He recommends the last of August or the first of September. About ihe 20th of August, 1345, he sowed a bor der around the field that was seeded in March. He give the ground a thorough ' harrowing, put on the seed, and then rolled it. He got a good crop of grass from it . last year, and tried the same plan on two different pieces last year, and with a com mon season thinks he shall get a good crop. He has as yet confined himself to timothy; but intends to try clover this winter. To kill the Peach Grub, a writer in tho Gencssee Farmer recommends the follow ing: 1. In the spring examine the roots thor oughly, as long as they exude red gum, con taining the exuvicB of the grub. Draw witii tne tioc, a mound ot earth about six inches high around the body of ihe tree, and not remove it till the first frosts, and thon examine; if there are any grubs they will be so high up that they are easily dis covered and killed. 2. Draw away as before and appply around a quantity of straight straw, about one foot high, letting the lower ends run out a few inches on the ground, to cover with earth, and bind with a straw or other band in two places. 3. Bind on a sheet of straw, paste board or binders' boards, and if tarred, all tho better. In all cases clean the tree the first frosts, as afier that period there is no dan ger of the rly s impregnating the tree, being past its season, it is ot no use to tar or apj'ly any offensive substance to the body of the tree, for as it grows and expands, the bark cracks and exposes the tender part. where the fly deposits us eggs. 1 he parent nf this grub is not unlike the black wasp, with steel blue wings, and a yellow ring around its abdomen. Its habits are very sly and active, and not easy to detect. ' In July the grub goes into the chrysalis state, enveloped in a reddish root of the tree. To manure and improve a peach orchard already set out, put it under the operation of some hoed crop. Manure and work among ihe trees as if ihey were a great corn lull, and so keep doing till it is in a a thrifty state, when it may lay awhile in grass, but not lo clover; their long tap roots get rather more than their share of the nutriment and moisture of the soil. Major Noah says that "a honse without children, is like a forest without birds, a river without sailing craft, or a church without a congregation." There are several newspapers and peri odicals in this country, under the editorial charge of ladies, and since the explosive nature of cotton has been demonstrated, it may be truly said every lady controls a vwgaune. The greatest discovery of the present day is lhat of the Editor who says that in order to get on well in this world, it is well for a man to have gold in his pocket, iron in his hand, s'Vier in his tongue, and brats in his face.