Anecdote of Rev. Ashbel Baldwin. In June, 1799, the General Convention of the Episcopal Church met in the city of l'hiladelphia. It was the first time that Mr. Baldwin had been sent as a delegate to represent the Church of Connecticut in that bodyan honor which he afterwards held for many successive sessions, with the addition of being its Secretary. The facilities for traveling were not as numerous in those days as now. Steamboats and railroads were then unknown, and the journey was therefore a long and tedious one by stage or private conveyance. Mr. Baldwin set out in company with a lay delegate from Connecticut—a legal gentleman of some shrewdness and considerable wit. In this respect, however, he did not overmatch his clerical companion-a man who, in his best days, was remarkable for his cheerfulness and ready retort. As they were proceeding pleasantly on their journey, and approaching at nightfall a place where they expected to obtain lodgings, the thoughtmore wicked than pious or respectful-suggested itself to the lawyer's mind, of passing off Mr. B. as his servant. It was the less difficult to accomplish this, because he was himself a man of commanding appearance, while the clergyman was quite the reverse-lame, and of diminutive stature. Accordingly, after they had alighted at the public house, retired and sat a few minutes in the parlor, the lay delegate slipped out and whispered to the landlord that he was traveling with his servant to Philadelphia-that he might provide supper for both, and they would take it together; but they must have separate apartments for the night, and he hoped he would give his servant, as he was a clever fel low, the best quarters he could among his own do mestics. The supper was prepared and eaten, and long before the evening had passed away, Mr. Baldwin felt a disposition to retire. He was shown very familiarly by the waiter into an apartment, where, to his surprise, he found other occupants, and those not of the most agreeable kind. Indignant that one of his cloth should be thus treated, he limped down hurriedly to the landlord, and asked the meaning of this strange treatment. 'Have you no better accommodations in your house?' coverer of the circulation of the blood, who has left an-'when he became entangled. His arm was drawn In 1825 Pope Leo XII granted to a poor man living near Lake Thrashimene, in Italy, a pension on account of his extreme old age; he was then 125 years old. He died aged 130 years. In 1830 a man died at St. Petersburgh aged 130 years. I knew a man in the island of Cuba who was 120 years old; he was able to ride on horseback 60 miles in a day, and return home the next. We will now come to our country. In 1820 a man named Henry Francisco died at Whitehall, in the State of New York, aged 134 years. He beat the drum at the coronation of Queen Anne, and was then 16 years of age; he did not die of old age, but of ague and fever. I forgot to mention the name of Dr. Mead, who was consulting physician to Queen Elizabeth, and died at the age of 148 years. John Hightower, residing in Marengo County, Alabama, died January, 1845, aged 126 years, William Prigden, of Maryland, died October, 1845, aged 123 years. Rev. Mr. Harvey, a Baptist clergyman residing at Frankfort, in the State of New York, is now in the active and useful discharge of his clerical duties at the age of 111 years. This very year he presided at a convention of the Baptist Clergy, and is, perhaps, the oldest clergymen in the world who is able to discharge his clerical duties. A Mr. Blakewell, residing near Greenville, N. C.,was living a short time since at the age of 136 years. A colored man named Syphax, in fine vigorous health, was living last year in Cumberland County, Virginia, at the age of 117 years. The Montreal Times of October, 1846, translates the following from the Revue Canadien 'No better,' he replied. 'Why do you, a servant, ex-ne: pect to have the best apartment? The room is good enough for my servants, and it is good enough for you. The gentleman gave me directions, and said you were nothing more than his servant.' 'Servant! servant! I am the servant of the Lordnothing more!' The truth now flashed upon the mind of the landlord. He saw that he had been made the dupe of premeditated sport, and without waiting to offer his humble apologies, he conducted the clergyman into one of his most spacious and genteel apartments. All this time the lawyer was shaking his sides with laughter. He told the landlord, who came into the parlor where he was still sitting-disposed at first to be angry with him for the imposition-that he need give himself no further uneasiness about the matter; it was came from what had passed. 'Poor creatur, how it must have hurt him.' 'When the machinery had been stopped,it was found that Mr. Jones' arms and legs were macerated to a jelly.' Well, did it kill him?' asked Mrs. S., with increasing interest. -portions of the duramater, cerebrum, and cerebellum, in confused masses, were scattered about the floor -in short, the gates of eternity had opened upon him.' Here Mr. Stocum paused to wipe his spectacles, and the wife seized the opportunity to press the question'Was the man killed?' 'I don't know-havn't come to that yet; you'll know when I've finished the piece.' And Mr. Slocum continued his reading: It was evident, when the shapeless form was taken down, that it was no longer tenanted by an immortal spirit-that the vital spark was extinct. Was the man killed? that's what I want to come at,' said Mrs. Slocum. 'Do have a little patience, old 'ooman,' said Mr. S., eyeing his better half over his spectacles; I presume we shall come upon it right away.' And he went on : This fatal casuality has cast a gloom over our vil lage, and we trust that it will prove a warning to persons who are called upon to regulate the powerful machinery of our mills.' 'Now,' says Mrs. Slocum, perceiving that the narrative was ended, 'now I should like to know whether the man was killed or not?' Mr. Slocum looked puzzled. He scratched his head, scrutinized the article he had been reading, and took a general survey of the paper. 'I declare, wife, 'tis rather curious, but really the paper don't say.' A California Auto-Biography. An old man died at Wexford, Upper Canada, a short A short time ago we noticed, as an instance of the time since, named Daniel Atkin, but rejoiced in the salubrity of our southern countries, the number of desobriquet of Black Dan. At the time of his decease he scendants in the Noriega family in Santa Barbara. But was 120 years of age, and during his life had contract- a friend who has lived here several years, and is well ed seven marriages, by which he had an incredible num- acquainted with the old Spanish families, gives us a ber of children, grand-children and great-grand-chil-piece of history a figure above this. dren-in all about 570-370 of whom are boys, and 200 girls. Mr. John Van Hoozer, of Jefferson Co., Tennessee, died at his residence about the 1st of August, 1850, aged 122 years. A great many men are now living in this country (United States) who are over 100 years of age, Donna Maria Antonia Vallejo was married to Ignacio Vallejo, then a serjeant in the Spanish army, stationed at San Luis Obispo. Her husband was present at her birth, and stood god-father for her in the church, and at the baptismal fout in 1778 made the declaration to her parents that one day she should be his wife. In those days women were scarce in California. In the year 1790, in the twelfth year of her age, this curious "The Paper Don't Say So!" promise was fulfilled, and she became the mother of an innocent artifice, and he would see that no harm his walk in life has been in by paths and out of the way tory of this State. The majority of her descendants Mr. Slocum was not educated in a University, and thirteen children, eight of whom are now living. Most of them have acted important parts in the Mexican his The two travelers rose early the next morning-but places. His mind is characterized by littleness rather and the foreigners who married into her family, have not to pursue their journey. A violent rain storm had Slocum can, however, master a printed paragraph by Miss Leese, was the first-born of the city of San Fran than a comprehensive grasp of great subjects. Mr. become wealthy landholders. Her grand-daughter, commenced during the night, which continued for near- dint of spelling the hard words in a deliberate mauner, ly two days, and detained them as guests of the more and he manages to get a few glimpses of men and cisco. Her son-in-law, Jacob P. Leese, was the first than obliging-the obsequious landlord. Nothing was said in the meantime about the occurrence of the first night, though the lawyer now and then turned a look of wicked remembrance upon his companion, as if he wanted to jeer him with his joke. A bright June morning at length dawned, and the travelers are eager to prosecute their journey.-The carriage was driven to the door, the baggage adjusted, and Mr. Baldwin had already taken his seat as postillion, before the landlord ventured to intimate that he had forgotten to pay his bill. 'Ah!' said he quickly, 'my master will attend to that-call upon him.' The joke was now at the expense of the lawyer. He could put in no plea of abatement. He was fairly outwitted-settled the bill, and resolved that Mr. B. might pass for the rest of his journey as a servant of the Lord. Longevity. of a newspaper. things from his little rocky farm, through the medium a a A few evenings ago, father Slocum was reading an account of a dreadful accident that had occurred at factory in the next town, and which the village editor had described in a great many words. 'I declare, wife, that was an awful accident over tew the mills.' 'What was it about, Mr. Slocum?' 'I'll read the 'count, wife, and then you will know all about it.' Mr. Slocum began to read. "Horrible and Fatal Accident.-It becomes our painful duty to record the particulars of an accident that occurred at the lower mill, in this village, yesterday afternoon, by which a human being in the prime of life tal Shakspeare has said 'no traveler returns." 'Du tell!' exclaimed Mrs. S. settler who built a house and established a mercantile firm in this now thrifty village. Gen. Vallejo, her second son, was one of the first settlers of the northern frontiers, and was for several years military commandant in Sonoma. The lineal descendants of the old lady number five sons, eight daughters, seventy-one grand children, and forty-five great-grandchildren; in all, one hundred and twenty-nine, most of whom are living. is still in the enjoyment of good health, and tells many She lives in Monterey, is now seventy-four years old, a fine yarn of the merry gay times of the old padres, when all was dancing, pasearing and singing in this then simple and primitive land. One of her old friends, Mrs. Castro of Monterey, became the mother of twenty-five children-that was something of a woman. Her husband, she says, was the strongest man in California, and could throw a bul look, by the horns, to the ground with his hands. Many is the old fashioned foray he made with a few compan Dr. Fitch in his work on consumption, groups together quite a number of remarkable cases of longevity.was hurried to that bourne from which,' as the immor-ions into the territories of the Gentiles of the Tulares, Thomas Parr was born in 1483, and died in 1635, aged 151 years. He died not from disease or decay of a single organ, but from too great fulness of blood, caused by more than usual indulgence in eating and drinking. He had led an active country life, and enjoyed country air and exercise; but he was invited to London, where luxurious eating and drinking soon finished him. His body was examined by the celebrated Dr. Harvey, dis 'Mr. David Jones, a workman, who had but few superiors this side of the great city of New York, was engaged in adjusting a belt upon one of the largest drums I wonder if it was a bass drum, sich as has ‘E. Pluribus Unum' printed on it?' said Mrs. Slocum. bringing in men, women and children into the Missions to be baptised by the priests of the Holy Catholic Apos tolic Church. A sagacious old chap must have been this Serjeant Vallejo, if the present standing of his descendants is an indication of the truth of "Train up a child," &e. The old lady says the ancient times were the happiest-plenty to eat, no hard work-all Califor nia living as one family. The Mexicans, the revolu tions, the Yankees and the gold mines, have put off all the happiness for the next world, and spoiled the young people. It's nothing but work and getting gold now. Meriandas and bailes adios. Ah! for the good old times of the "dolce far niente," never to return. California was then a Sylvan Elysium, the Spanish officers and soldiers, the shepherds, the senoritas, the shepherdesses, and the old priests and fathers of all. We call to mind here the rustic language of Goldsmith, which finds an echo in every heart, and which is as beautiful as it is 'chuste : "A time there was ere England's woes began, From the Cotton Plant. tol. BY A SMOKER. The were compelled to pay $5,50 for the four persons, and Fossil Elephant Exhumed. What a Boy can do. In passing along one of our streets the other day, a little fellow fell in with an old salt, who was shivering with three sheets in the wind. 'Ship ahoy!' hailed the tar, and the little chap hauled up alongside. Where may be the Seamen's Mansion?" The lad proffered to show him; and they held along together; the sailor steered very widely; sometimes hard up as though he had struck a heavy sea, and then yawing off to the right or left as the case might be. 'I am not exactly water logged,' said he, but have took too much of a deck load on, and my top hamper is rather heavy for my ballast, eh? A little too much of the critter aboard- -hic! you understand. Shun the rum, the blue ruin, my little man, as you'd avoid Timbertoes. Shiver my topsail! but it has been the ruin of me. Here I have got a wife and two little ones -one a youngster about the same age as yourself-in Boston, and some property beside; but the Devil has placed a barrier between us in the shape of a can of grog. Shun the critter, my lad, as you'd shun a pestilence.' be a Temperance meeting at the Exchange that evenHis young comrade informed him that there was to ing, and offered to go with him if he would sign the pledge. A highly interesting discovery of what is termed the 'Fossil Elephant,' was made yesterday, on the line of Scenes in Washington—Lunch Room in the Capl- the Central Ohio Railroad, in the river bank, near the residence of R. Vanhorne, Esq., in the eastern portion The lad promised to bear in mind his advice; and of our city. The parts exhumed, and the appearance then asked why he did not sign the temperance pledge. The best lunch to be had in the 'city of magnificent that an entire 'monster' of this species has been embed- inquired he. of the gravel bank in which this was found, indicate 'And where may that temperance pledge be found?' distances,' is in the lunch room at the capitol. readers of the universal 'Cotton Plant' must not be sur in a natural and tolerably good state of preservation.ded in this place, the fossiliferous remains of which are prised to hear that within the walls of the capitol of This is the third of the same species that has been disthis great republic is just as snug and cozy a restaurant as to be found any where in the world. Here chubby covered in the same bank within a few years past, the looking pigs, that seem to have been caught (as the leading features of each being distinctly marked, so as 'I'll go; come in here my little one (by this time artists have it,) and cooked in the agonies of death; tur- to prove that three, at least, of these extinct animals they have arrived opposite the Seamen's mansion,) and keys and chickens kicking up their legs; ducks with left their remains within the boundaries of this city. take supper with me. As soon as we have got ballast folded wings; beef beautifully roasted; ham in cham- The one found yesterday was in much the best condit- in, we'll haul up for this said temperance meeting. paign;' suspicious looking bottles; long necked do, sil-ion, and may when completely exhumed, show almost Stave in my bulwarks if we won't.' The little fellow stuck to him and as soon as supper ver capped do, black do, blue do, green do, short do, the entire bones and frame of the huge monster, much square do and stout do; with eggs, and butter, and beyond, perhaps double the size of the living Asiatic, or coffee, and sugar, &c., &c., are congregated to satisfy 'the assembled wisdom that all's right in the country. (The roast Pig which looks as though it had died of apoplexy shows that.) It is a marvelous sight, to see General Cass and General Rusk talking over the Texas boundary' with their mouths full of bread and butter; to see Soule and Sumner vis a vis over the agonizing turkey: to deliberate upon the sublimity of Seward preferring his fingers to a fork, as he munches away at the 'drumstick' of a chicken, (of which he is fond.) I say it is a marvelous sight. Just fancy old Jacinto and Borland, after a tilt in the Senate, to a breathless audience : HOUSTON.-Borland, I rather got you on the con-stitu-tion-al'-(his voice lost in a huge mouthful of roast beef and dry crackers.) was over went to the temperance meeting, where the African Elephant. The molar teeth, four in number, old salt signed the pledge. As he did so, he remarked, all that the species possess, were found in the jaws that whenever he was tempted to drink, he would think sound and unbroken, and two weigh twenty pound of that little boy's care for his welfare. We doubt each, and two fourteen pounds each. The tusks were not that the warm hearted old tar will keep the pledge not in as good condition, one only being sound enough so long as his "timbers hold together." The next day to bear moving. This one, eight feet in length, meas- he went away to sea; not forgetting to call upon his ured at its base 264 inches in circumference, and at the juvenile friend before his departure. And he assured point, eight feet distant, where it is broken off, 164 him that he would seek his wife and family on his reSo much for the influence of a child.-Portland inches in circumference, the whole length of which turn. We learn that it is intended Bulletin. was twelve feet or more. remains for a day or two. in anticipation of the arrival to postpone the exhumation of the other portion of the of John W. Foster, Esq., United States Geologist, from Lake Superior.-Zanesville (O.) Cour. How to be Miserable. Get angry with your neighbor, and think you have not a friend in the world. Shed a tear or two; take a walk in the burial ground, continually saying to your self, when shall I be buried here?' Sit at the window and look over the way at your BORLANDI don't know exactly-(piece of pickle) neighbor's excellent mansion, which he has recently -I think the constitution is clear on the point. (Piece built and paid for, and sigh out. 'Oh, that I were a rich of ham.) There may be some slight modification-man?' (brandy and water)-due the question in all its expan sions (anbuttons the lower button of his waistcoat)but I'm of opinion, General-(another piece of ham)that you are wrong—(finishes the brandy and water.) Just behind these, Hale is making Hunter laugh his eyes out, while in a corner, you will see a couple of Cabinet men (the undertakers' of the Administration) with eSpeaker' mingling the probability of a war with England, with a 'toddy' that would even tempt Sam Houston. The room is always open, but conducted with great propriety. Crossing the Isthmus. As When an uninitiated traveller crosses the Isthmus of Panama, he is likely to be well fleeced unless he possesses more than ordinary shrewdness and nerve. a specimen of charges made upon such occasionally, we give, from the Panama Echo, the following experience of a small party who recently made the trip : Sign a note with a friend and never forget your kind. Grind the faces of the poor and unfortunate. Then you will be miserable-if we may so speak-to "At their first stopping-place, without bread and seven cups of coffee; for stewing the fowls, and for the One of the disagreeable things In the world is to at- The Rind of Fruit Indigestible. This fact cannot be too strongly impressed upon the public. It applies to all fruit, without exception, and includes also, the pellicle or skin of kernels and nuts of all kinds. The edible part of the fruit is particularly delicate, and liable to rapid decomposition if expos ed to the atmosphere; it is, therefore, a provision of nature to place a strong and impervious coating over it, as a protection against accident, and to prevent insect enemies from destroying the seed within. The skin of all the plum tribe is wonderfully strong, compared with its substance, and resists the action of water and many solvents in a remarkable manner. If not thoroughly masticated before taken into the stomach the rind of plums is rarely, if ever, dissolved by the gastric juice. In some cases, pieces of it adhere to the coats of the stomach, the same as wet paper clings to the bodies, causing sickness and other inconvenience. Dried raisins and currants are particularly included in these remarks, showing the best reasons for placing the fruit upon the chopping board with the suet in making a pudding of them, for if a dried currant passes into the stomach whole, it is never digested at all. When horses eat oats or beans that have not been through a crushing mill, much of this food is swallowed whole, and in this state, being perfectly indigestible, the husk or pellicle resisting the solvents of the stomach, there is so much loss to nutrition. Birds, being destitute of teeth, are provided with the apparatus for grinding their seed, namely, with the gizzard, through which the seed passes, and is crushed prior to diges tion. The peels of apples and pears should always be cast away. Oranges we need not mention, as this is always done. Orleans, greengages, damsons, and all plums, should be carefully skinned if eaten raw, and if put into tarts, they should be crushed before cooking. Nuts are as indigestible as we could desire, if the brown skin be not removed or blanched, as almonds are generally treated. Four hundred years have elapsed since the invention of printing, yet books are not in circulation all over the globe; while the use of tobacco became universal within fifty years after its discovery. The Bell of Safety. In Dickens' Household Words is an interesting account of a visit to a silver mine in Saxony, twelve hundred feet beneath the surface of the earth. The following is an extract: a 'We follow our guide across a dusty space towards wooden building with a comical roof; and, as we ap proach it, we become conscious of, rather than hear, the sweet, melancholy sound of a bell, which at minute intervals, tones dreamily through the air. Whence comes that sound? In the centre of the shed is a square box, open at the top; and immediately above hangs the small bell; thence comes the silvery voice. For what purpose is this bell? we inquire of our guide. It is the bell of safety.' 'Does it sound a warning?' 'No, the reverse; its silence gives the warning. The bell is acted upon by a large water-wheel, immediately below the surface. By means of this wheel, and others at greater depths, the whole drainage of this mine is effected. If, by any means, these water-wheels should cease to act, the bell would cease to sound, and the miners would hasten to the day, for no man could tell how soon his working might be flooded.' 'And can it be heard throughout the mine?' "Through this portion of it. Probably the water acts as a conductor of the sound; but the miners listen earnestly for its minute tolling.' Toll on, thou messenger of comfort! May thy voice ever tell of safety to the haggard toiler, deep the earth!' in Australia a Land of Contraries. Home and Wife on Saturday. Happy is the man who has a little home and a little angel in it, on a Saturday night. A house, no matter how little, provided it will hold two or so-no matter how furnished, provided there is a hope in it; let the winds blow-close the curtains! If there be any land on the face of the earth, which The climates, winds and seasons in Australia, are all That breathes upon a bank of violets, in Australia brings rain,sleet and hail. The sun courses Old January wrapped well We met an odd but intelligent old gentleman last night, who seized our arm, and with marks of much emotion said, "My young friend, I am in trouble; I do a small business, you know, a very small business, but they sing in the language of an Australian bard— it is intended to be a cash business in every item. No man can say that I owe him a cent, and no man owes me with my consent. But here is a customer who jews me out of money enough in the course of a year to support a wife, or bring up a family of children." -store. We began to be alarmed, and inquired if possibly we had neglected to cash the purchases we made at his "No, no, it is not you of course. But see what the villain has taken, and never paid a cent for! He took an umbrella last night. He took my pocket-knife yesterday morning. He took my purse and all its contents this morning." "Why this is no customer-but a thief. He belongs on Blackwell's Island; you have grossly mistaken his title." a "No, no, he replied, "he is respectable,-he is in handsome house, he associates well. He borrowed your gold pencil last week, and wore your watch to hear the Webster eulogy. He talked with your wife at the church door after Thackeray's lecture, while you run off with your friend, and run on about the lecture." "Why, who is the rascal-he deserves to be caned ?" "Don't use hard language," he replied, "for he boasts you as one of his friends, aye, and your wife, too. I have seen in his possession her breast-pin,-keep cool, -and her marriage ring. He did not steal it, either." "Tell me the villain's name. He shall pay for his impudence." "Ah!" said he, "there you mistake again. He never pays. But I'll show you his name." And drawing us nearer the gas-light, he opened his book of memoranda and pointed to the word written in great capitals, the meanest of all debtors- FORGETFULNESS.-New York Times. "THE BOTTLE TRICK."—What is called the "bottle trick," as performed by Herr Alexander, Anderson, Blitz, and other professed "conjurers," has puzzled many an audience. There are two puzzling points about it-first, how fifty or a hundred wine-glasses are filled from one quart bottle? and, secondly, how can six or eight different liquids be poured from the same bottle? The first wonder is explained thus; the glass When hot DECEMBER's sultry breeze Then wheel the sofa round before the fire; no matter if the sofa is a settee, uncushioned at that; if so, may be it is just long enough for two, or say two and-ahalf, with two ortwo and-a-half in it. How sweetly the music of silver bells from time to time, falls on the listening ear then. How mournfully swells the chimes of the 'days that are no more.' Under such circumstances, and at such a time, one can get at least sixty-nine and-a-half statute miles nearer 'kingdom come,' than any other point in this world laid down in Malte Brun!" May be you smile at this picture; but there is a secret between us, viz: it is a copy of a picture, rudely drawn, but true as the Pentateuch, of an original in every human heart.-Exchange. TENNYSON ON WELLINGTON.-The ode written by poet laureate Tennyson for the funeral of Wellington, contains, as we learn from the correspondent of the Commercial Advertiser, an address to the shade of Nelson, which one of the papers describes as "respectfully conveying certain explanations deemed very necessary." It is as follows, and certainly is in an odd style for a funeral ode, and will not add much to Mr. Tennyson's poetical reputation: "Mighty seaman, this is he Was great by land as thou by sea. Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man, Was great by land as thou by sea!" This certainly would be called doggerel if any one puzzling in Australia. The richest soils are often found We find the following in an essay of Proctor, (Barry "There is something inexpressively touching in an anecdote which I have heard of a foreign artist. He was an American, and had come hither (he and his young wife) to paint for fame and a subsistence.They were strangers in England; they had to fight Mr. Robert Walsh, in his last letter from Paris to against prejudice and poverty; but their affection for the Journal of Commerce, takes occasion, in alluding each other solaced them under every privation, every to the death of Henry Clay, to relate an anecdote told frown of fortune. They could think, at least, all the him by Sir Charles Bagot, while British Minister at Washington. After the peace, concluded at Ghent, the cherished here) had leisure to be busy among the way over' the great Atlantic; and their fancy (little American Commissioners went over to London. Lord friends and scenes which they had left behind. A gen Castlereagh gave them a dinner; Sir Charles Bagot was tleman who had not seen them for some time, went of the Company, and was then on the eve of departure one day to the artist's painting.room, and observing for the United States; the conversation became ani- him pale and worn, inquired about his health, and afmated, and was protracted an hour or more beyond terwards regarding his wife. He answered, only, She the customary time of leaving the table. Mr. Clay in- has left me; and proceeded in a hurried way with his dulged his powers of dialogue and discussion with his work. She was dead!-and he was left alone to toil, characteristic ease and piquancy; his colleagues took and get money, and mourn. The heart in which he their due share in the conversation; after the disper- had hoarded all his secrets, all is hopes, was cold; sion of the guests, Mr. Bagot remained behind for some and Fame itself was but a shadow." confidential discourse with the host. As soon as they were alone his lordship rubbed his hands together and exclaimed-"I like the Kentucky man the best-I like the Kentucky man the best!" A youngster up town, recently mounted his first pair of boots, and after displaying them for a time, was suddenly missing. He was sought for and found standing in an inner room with the door closed and his boots outside it. "Charley, what on earth are you doing here?" was the question, and the reply was, "Why father, I tho't I might be traveling, and I wanted to see how my boots would look outside my bed-room door!" That boy can boast of Irish blood, though his parents are not blessed with the "brogue."-Cleveland Herald. The following is a good recipe for making fire kindes are so small, and have such thick bottoms, that a full lers by which much trouble may be saved:-Take a quart bottle will hold enough to fill eighty of them.-quart of tar and three pounds of rosin, melt them, bring The second marvel is managed in the following manner. to a cooling temperature, mix with as much saw-dust, The glasses are arranged on a tray in a particular man- with a little charcoal added, as can be worked in ner by the conjuror, before the entertainment begins. spread out while hot upon a board; when cold, break The bottle is filled with a weak mixture of the spirits up into lumps of the size of a large hickory nut; and of wine, water, and sugar. At the bottom of each you have, at a small expense, kindling material enough glass is a drop or two of some flavoring essence, as no- for a household one year. They will easily ignite from yau, essence of brandy, port wine, sherry, etc.; and a match, and burn with a strong blaze, long enough to he attempted to sleep, at a hotel not far from the city of the operator is thus enabled to concoct a tolerable re- start any wood that is fit to burn.' If thrown on the semblance of any fluid that is likely to be called for, top of a grate full of coal they will kindle a fire in a and to supply a hundred persons with a sip of their fa- very short time and without any trouble. vorite beverage, from the "inexhaustible bottle." Albany Evening Journal, BUGGY.--Lines left by a traveller upon the bed where TO THE CONNECTICUT COURANT, FOR THE YEAR 1853: Jan-8 CONTAINING TALES, TRAVELS, HISTORY, BIOGRAPHY, POETRY, |