The Stanstead journal, 20 août 1846, jeudi 20 août 1846

[" pses of h disa- red by with a Aslon- J Bead 3 most fected 3RABS.elphia, \u2014 f those Fo used it, \u2014\u2014t lve.e ear- 1 par- ng else which supply re.ger.er fd B45.hwark 1e per- a se symp- At this ténded tinetly of hu- ho at D of n with 5 med- th.wa.ondary ng un- ration , 1 dis The ach of Thom- a, the ly ex- he re h dis- excel- D., Cont.and ges; an ckle .lian es}.% 22 EH PUBLISHED EVERY THURSPAY.| Office in White's Building, Rock Island.TERMS, ~\u2014-One Dollar annum, il paid in advance ; $1,25 in three months ; $1,50 in six manths; $1,75 at the end of the year, exclusive of postage.\u201ciP No paper discontinued until arrearages are paid, e at de option of the publisher.Communications and letters, except from Agents must be post-paid to ensure attention.ADVERTISING RATES.-\u2014-Six lines or less, first insertion, 50 cents; each subsequent insertion, 12 1-2c.3 \u2018l'en lines or over, 6 cents per line for first insertion, and 2c.per liue for gach subsequent jusertion.A liberal discount to those who advertise by the yeur.Advertisements, unless otherwise ordered, will be inserted until forbid and charged accordingly.AGENTS.Hatley, Chase & Sweeney; Charleston, J L Pool ; Sherbrooke, D Thompson, Esq.; Georgeville, I.Bullock, Esq; Potton, M Knowlton, do.A Rankin & Co Compton, A 8 Merrill; Eaton, Morey, Hurd & Co.Barnston, J.Thornton, do.Ira King; Coatievok, H.Cutting, P M; Froste Village, Capt A Wood; Pike River, A L Taylor, P M; Shipton, W Carpenter ; Outlet, S.Boswell ; St Armand West, Wm.S.Holsapple ; Bedford, Caleb Corey ; Bury, N Ebbs ; St Armand E.C Abbott ; Brome, Capt.J B Hunt.a me Se ym 00 THE ORPHAN GIRLS.A SKETCH\u2014BY A PHYSICIAN.Stephen Beverly was the only.sou of a wealthy country gentleman, bandsome, intelligent, and heir to three thousand a ycar.\u2014 With such recommendations, he, at twenty- tou, easily obtained the hand of Mary Wil- wott, a lovely girl in her cighteenth year.Upon the death of his father, which occurred a few years alter his marriage, hie took up his abode at Beverly Park.It was at this period I wus called in to attend Mrs.Beverly, who was suflering from a low nervous fever.When I entered the roow, she was engaged nursing a lovely girl, about three years and a half old; anotherapparently about six, was playing at her feet.Mrs, Beverly was still a beautiful woman ; büt, accustomed io observe, 1 could not help noticing her very unhappy expression of countenance ; she was evideatly striving to be cheerful, and appeared to me rather to need medicine fur the mind than the body.While 1 was conversing with wy patient, Mr.Beverly entered.«Well, Doctor, and how do you find Mary ?she\u2019s ouly a little hipped now, is it not so ?\u2014 10's this dull place that\u2019s enough to mope any one ; I\u2019m tired to death,\u201d drawled he, stretching, and then walking to the window.«I wonder Gilbert is not here; he\u2019s sadly behind time.\u201d \u201cPapa, papa,\u201d cried litle Mury, clasping her hands round his knees, «I do not like Mr Gilbert.\u201d «And why do you not like Mr.Gilbert 7 said he, lifting her up.«Because, papa, mama dues so cry when he is here.\u201d He hastily placed her on the floor.I could catch but a slight glimpse of his countenance, but I perceived him change color.After having prescribed some slight alter- ative, I took my departure, musing on what had passed.That sorrow was destroying Mrs Beverly\u2019s health, I had litle doubt; and if men like Mr.Gilbert were the chosen asso- cites of her husband, could I be surprised ?Mrs.Beverly\u2019s health continued to decline ; 1 felt fearful that symptoms of consumption were showing themselves.About this time the family removed to London, and 1 lost sight of them ; but shortly after, ny fears with respect to Mrs.Beverly were confirmed, and her illness terminated fatally in the spring following.The family were now rarelysdown in the country.Mr.Beverly preferred town, and consequently took but little interest in his country residence ; forten years it was rarely visited by any of them for more than a few days at atime.One evening, taking a short walk 1hro° the grounds, | was roused by the sound ol voices, and looking up, perceived two girls, their arms encircling each other, whom I instantly recognized as the little girls T had formerly nursed.I was standing so that a tree completely sheltered me from observation.Mary was neither pretty nor beautiful, but possessed of a highly intellectual countenance, combined with great sweetness of expression.\u2014 She was looking tenderly into her sister's face, whose sweet clear laugh rang merrily thro\u2019 the woods.Emily was a lovely little creature, her black eyes sparkling with merriment, her regular features and black hair contrasting well with a skin of dazzling fairness; she appeared scarcely to have reached her fifteenth year.\u201cHow lovely !\u201d\u2019 T mental! exclaimed, \u201cand yet how soon to fade !\u201d «And now, Emily, we must goin,\u201d said her elder sister ; «it is getting late, and you know what a little thing gives you cold.\u201d \u201cOh, let us go once more along this walk, Mary, it is so delightful ; and see, there is not much damp yet.\u201d Mary hesitated, looked as if she could not shorten her pleasure, and, turning round, their voices were soon lost in the distance., I retraced my steps and returned home- warda.The last accounts I had heard of Mr Beverly were, that afier injuring his health, by fhdulging in every vice, he had engnged in \u2018speculations, and was travelling in ig health.He had disposed of his \u201cahd T was inforyed that his $m = .à daughters had taken up their residence at Beverly Park until his return.I must now pass over two years of my life; during which I had obtained an appointment in India ; butin consequence of loss of health, I was obliged to resign and return to England.I departed from the shores of India poorer than I left my native land.i One fine afternoon I was lounging on deck ; for lack of something better to do, I took up an old newspaper, and, looking over the list of benkrupts, I read therein the name of Stephen Beverly, of Beverly Park, in the county of Se.I sat musing for some time.\u2014 What had been the fate of those girls ?What home now sheltered them?Were they separated?were questions In vain tried to answer.I read and re-read the paper, and in a restless mood threw it upon a heap of luggage.It wvas immediately taken up by two of my fellow-passengers who were seated on the opposite side of it; they also read the bankrupt list; there were several in it with whom they had heen acquainted.«Ah ! Stephen Beverly !\u201d\u2019 said one ; \u201cpoor devil! he made a short business of it.A fellow must feel queer when he puts the muzzle of a pistol down here,\u201d pointing to his throat.I shuddered, and walked to the side of the vessel.This, then, was the ond.I felt squeamish and unsettled, but fresh things cal: led my attention, and in a short ume I had forgotten the matter.I determined upon settling in London, and took my place in the Plymouth mail.I sc- lected such lodgings as I thought best suited my scanty finances, and, after paying my quarter\u2019s rent, T found I had only a few shillings remaining.T'was returning frow a walk in a very disconsolate mood, when, justas I was opening my door, 1 was accosted by a poor old Irish woman : : \u201cAnd is it yourself, dear, that\u2019s the good doctor 1\u201d said she; \u201cand is it yourself\u2019 that\u201d) do the good action 7?\u201d - «And what isit I can do for woman ?I replied.\u201cAnd bless you for saying a kind word to a poor cratur in distress ; isn\u2019t it myself that\u2019s got three childzen ill of the fever, and no.money to pay the doctor with 2** Her sobs ¢hoked her utterance.; TL immediately told-ber to lead the way ind 1 would Molloy.We passed through numerous alléys until we came toa street more wretched than any thing I could have pictured.I asked where we were.She replied, «Well, dear, and isn* it St.Giles\u2019 they call the grand street 77?I now understood we were in those streets inhabited by the lowest and poorest class of Irish, which I had often heard described, hut never before visited.I found the poor woman\u2019s children suftering from a very malignant fever, which was then raging in the back streets and alleys of the metropolis.One \u2018evening I had heen prevented from visiting these poor people until much later than usual, and taking a wrong turn, 1 found myself quite bewildered.It «vas quite dark: the atmosphere felt so thick I mechanically unbuttoned my coat to allow a freer perspiration ; a dense fog surrounded every object, and now and then fell in a heavy drop.1 stood still to see if I could meet with any one from whom I could ask my way, but there was no one visible.Rather higher up I perceived a faint light streaming thro\u2019 a window; I walked on, and looking through, I perceived a girl; she was in the attitude of prayer, her face buried in her hands.T gently pushed open the deor, hut she did not move.\u201c0 God! spare ler, spare her!\u201d broke from her lips in broken accents.I looked round; aTarthing dip, a cup with some milk, and a small piece 6f brown bread on a wooden stool, were all the apartment contained.J moved to attract her attention ; she raised her head, and, looking at me, exclaimed, «0h! do not rob me! 1 have nothing, nothing to give you.[My eyes were turned towards the table.] Oh! take the bread, but do not take the milk, it is for my sick sister.If you have a heart of pity, leave me that.\u201d «My good girl,\u201d I replied, «1 am not geing to rob you; I am a surgeon, and have been attending a poor family-in one of these streets; in the dark I have lost my ways and to inquire brought me hither.\u201d While I was speaking, a sudden idea ap- -peared to flash across her niind ; she looked at me attentively, ae if she would read my heart.Ch : «Are you indeed a surgeon 7 said she.«I am so,\u201d I replied.«Will you, will you see you, I have no money.\u201d - .\u201clu it your sister ?° Lasked, \u201cyou wish me to see 1\u201d Cr ee Yes,\u201d she replied, \u201cI fear she is very, very ill.\u201d veste I immediately assured her I would do all 1 could for her sister.- She did not thank \u2018me, but looking up said, \u201cGod has sent youn,\u201d and bid me follow her tip stairs: at the top she made a sign for me to wait.I could see nil round the room § a very small fire was in the grate, an elegant rosesvood easy chair, lined with amber velvet, was the only furniture, a small pallet beds with 4 sheet suspended by col men at 2.7 25000 you, my gôod ber ?I cannot pay , \u2018| them.\u201c| what is right pleces of string \u2018attached to nails in the ceil- | ing, served for'a curtain on the side near the door, and prevented my seeing the pccupant of the bed.- She stole gently round, when a languid voice said, - \u2018 : \u201cMary Lid : , \u2018 \u201cI am here, love,** shé replied.«Qh, Mary ! come and talk to me; Ihave had such a shocking dream.I thought! was dead, and you were all \u2018alone.\u2019 Sobs choked her utterance.\"Oh, do not, do not cry so, you will make yourself go ill, and you know, Emily,\u201d her voice trembled with emotion, \u201cif you were to die, F should be all alone.«Oh, I do not cry for myself, but you, you, Mary.\u201d «Come, love, try to be quiet.I have bro\u2019t a doctor to see you, and who knows * * *?and then, as if fearful of raising hopes which were never to be realized, the sentence died away upon her lips.I approached my patient, and instantly recognised in the emaciated form which lay before me, the once lovely Emily Beverly.\u2014 Once lovely I should not say; she was, if possible, more beautiful than ever; those eves, always so dark, now looked doubly brilliant, and the hectic spot on each check, told a fearful tale.I felt her pulse; it was a hundred and ten.Not having my stethoscope, I placed my car to her chest, and at once perceived that human aid was of no avail.While I was questioning my patient I could not help noticing the countenance of Mary.I have seen persons in almost every stage of distress, both mental and bodily ; but neither hefore nor since have I ever seen such intense agony depicted on any human countenance.I followed her down stairs ; her lips trembled, but she could not speak.1, too, was much affected ; I felt I could not crush every hope ; I murmured, \u201cWith God all things are possible.\u201d Co She understood me but too well, and, turning white \u20ac death, she leaned against the wall for support.After a few minutes she again tried to speak.I caught the \u2018words; \u201cHow long ¥\u2019 I understood what she meant, and replied :\u2014 ; «It is impossible to say.\u201d Mary returnied up stairs, and I to my solitary Home, musing on the scene I had just witnessed.I thought of their poverty, and regretted T had not given them something ; but no; T could not -pffanthem money ;:n0, I I must do it some other way; and I spenta slecpless night thinking how I might best serve My own resources were very small ; my stock of money had wasted to a few shillings ; my patients were all of the very poor- cst class\u2014so poor that instead of receiving, I could not resist the dictates of my heart and try to alleviate their sufferings.I arose uncertain how to act for the best, and bent my steps towards their abode, ; I found my patient even worse than I had thought the night before, I felt almost certain a fortnight would terminate her lite.I, asked Mary if they had no friends.\u201cNone,\u201d she replied.\u201cWe were all to cach other, and never mixed in any society.After my poor father\u2019s death, we came to live with a poor maiden aunt in this city.I gained what I could by embroidery and painting ; in this manner we managed to make a scanty livelihood for some \u2018time.My aunt fell sick; it was a long and dangerous illness, terminating fatally.We were obliged to sell every thing we possesred to pay the doctor\u2019s Lill, our rent, and the funeral expenses.Emily was ill, and our landlord, secing, as he said, we had no goods left, gave us notice to quit.These being the cheapest lodgings we could find, we took them; Emily got worse ; we sold every thing but the easy chair, fhat we kept to the last, because she could sit up in it; hut that will soon be useless: she will not sit up many times more,\u201d and the tears streamed down ler cheeks.I asked if her sister wished for any thing She said, \u201cshe Aus wished for some.wine, but it was out of my power to get it for her.\u201d What would I now have given for some of that money I had so heedlessly squandered in the former part of my life! Oh! ye thoughtless pleasure seckers, ve little think how ma-, ny a heart-ache ye might alleviate, how many souls ye might, save from destruction, for a, much less sum than ye could expend on some bauble to gratify your vanity, Co _ In the evening my patient seemed better; she spoke of ber death with the utmost composure.I asked her if ehe would like a clergyman to visit her?\u2019 a She replied, ¢ Ng, it does me more good to talk to Mary ; she has always taught me, A week passed on; Emily ; sometimes suffered much, and at others was, able to converse cheerfully.* One morning 1.wag rather later than usual in paying my visit, and was | surprised at not meeting Mary on the stairs as {usual.The door ofthe apartment was opon, rand pyvaiked gently in.Mary was süppor- ting sister in her arms; I instantly perceived a great change had taken place, and {that death was coming in.its most gentle form.She looked at me placidly, sailed, and said, «You will take care of Mary.> Thon pointing to the Bible, and turning to her sister, she said\u2014¢ You will not be.without comfort, apd we khalt soon thbet agaist © RITE Her breathing now.became very short, her À unutierai -{hesitated.: No, I could netleavé herall alone\u2019 happiness do ye not hold ! And will ye not itis TF tan.) salt Yo Inv SY aad owe vor od armp were clasped arouad her sister\u2019s neck, her head resting upon her bosom, she looked.geutly up in her.face, à faint swile, a looks of le love and her soul had departed to the God who gaveit.So gently had her spirit taken its flight, we scarcely.thought if oxtinot 3 I softly felt hor pulse\u2014all was sti * .- Mary,\u2019 I said, but she did not apeak.atiempted to unclasp the arms of her sister and laid her gently on the bed ; 1 took hold of her little hand\u2014it was stiffening.\u2018Mary, I said, ¢ we cannot grieve for her.) 7 ¢« No,\u201d she replied, \u2018 it is selfish to wish her back again.\u2019 The tears came to her relief.Afler seeing her rather more calm, and promising to return soon, I departed to visit my patients, and procure a coflin.The ready made coffins in London provided hy the parishes are little more than a few boards nailed together.I procured a man to convey one to the house, and shortly after followed.Mary was on her knees ;she had.cut up the pillows and sheets\u2014her last\u2014and was endeavoring to line it.Two o\u2019clock of the day but one following, the funcral was to take place.I got the Irish woman\u2019s husband and one of her sons to carry the coflin ;.Mary and I followed.It was a dull, gloomy day; a thick drizzling rain beat down the smoke, a dense fog surrounded every object, and the wind whistled.mournfully as our little procession turned the corner: of the street.Mary bore it better than I had anticipated untill.wereturned to her room; there everything told of one who would no more be seen.The cup she had last drank out of, part full of milk, still stood by the bed: the Aalf-dirty night-cap, which had been removed for a clean one neatly crimped, .lay upon the table, her little slippers stood by the side.I feltthe tear trickle down my cheek as 1 looked upon them.and Mary.: Ah 7 who shall describe the desolateness of that heart whose every thought through life has been for the loved one now no move ?- : She sit with her face buried m her hands.I pictured to myselfthe night she would pass in the solitary chamber ;: £ turned fé go} I yt I stood irresolute ; I could not take her.tb my home.What should Ido?At length aw idea cfossed my mind,\u2019 CE ee] ¢ Mary,\u2019 I said; ¢ § cannot, leave you here! alone ; there is a poor Irish woman lower\u2019 down the street ; she is poor, hut kind § they have had the fever, but I think there is no fear of infection.Will you pass this night\u2019 with her?vo She replied, < Do with me as you like.\u2019 The poor woman received her kindly, and I returned to my lodgings.Inthe morning I was met by the Irish woman, who told\u2019 me that Mary was very ill.I: hastened to the spot and found her attacked by the fever ; she must have been suffering from it on the preceding day, as 1 perceived it Had already made rapid strides.Towards evening of the following day I perceived life was ebbing fast; she, too, was aware of her approaching dissolution.She was sensible at intervals; once she said, \u201cGod has been very gracious, he has not parted us long.\u201d 1 remained with her during the night ; daylight was just streaming through the little casement; for the last hour she had been perfectly motionless; she opened her eyes, looked at me earnestly, and said, \u201c God will reward you Before the evening of the following day I had placed her by her sister\u2019s side.My dear readers, if by thislittle narrative I shall move but oneheait té seek for objects of charity\u2014yes T0 SEEK, for those who solicit charity are nôt the abjects who stand most in need of it\u2014my ond will he accomplished.\u2014 Oli! ye that possess riches, what a hoard of diffuse it \u2014Wouldd ye not wish one heart to bless you\u2014one heart to pray for you! Lam now old; I have risen to eminence and afilu- ence; yeton no part of my past life ean.look hack with so much pleasure as on that spent in relieveing the wanls and soothing the sorrows of my fellow-creatéres.: .A curious.werld: this | One svould suppidse it was created chiefly as a:mint for men to make money-\u2014to coin after the several \u2018fash ions invented : by human ingenuity.What else do: they think of?In what else tre they engaged 1 they beginat the very infant yet unswaddled,uncradied.Cn He cannot get into the world without costing his poor glad father certhin dollars The doctor who hands over the incipient spetimen of mortality\u2014the nurse who receivessityi Cn seem deys last week on a rapid tour of inspection along the proposed et the Connecticut and Passumpsic Rivors Railroad, arrived at Derby Line on T@ursday, about ten o posts and were met with a welcome from the inhabitants of the village, and of the adjoining village of Stanstead.A number of gentlemen arrived soon afier from Sherbrooke \u2014\u2014all eager to bave s talk about éhe Railroad, and to learn what progress had Leen made, or was likely to be made, in its construction.No one seemed to have the slightest doubt or fear that the project would fail.They have \u201cycrewed their courage to the sticking point,\u201d and determined that it shall not fail.In the afternoon, the people in the vicinity had collected to the number of two or three hundred ; and gs all were dispoved to interchange opinions, one of the village churches was opened for their accommodation, a meeting was organized, and some entlhusiastic speeches were- made by gentlemen from both sides of the Line.\u2018The President of the corporation requested that all persons present, who were subscribers to the stock, should signify it by rising,\u2014in response to which a majority were instantly standing.The meeting wus entirely spontaneous\u2014no notice for such an object having been previously circulated.The interview was gratifying to all parties, and cannot fail to keep alive the prevailing enthusiasm, and to produce happy results.We cannot close this hasty and imperfect sketch without expressing a hope that this project of a railroad will meet with favor from the men of business and capital in our city.The Vermont Central Railroad is now in a course of construction, and, if no unforeseen calamity should occur, it will be compleled with great frapidity.The energy and ambition of some of its fricnds are a guaranty of its completion.Recent accounts warrant the belief that the Rutland Railroad will not be defeated, but will, in the course of another Jeon \u201cgo ahead*\u201d with promptness and vigor.tis important to Boston that all these avenues of trade should be opened, and we can conceive of no reason for the existence of any feeling among the friends of each, but that of generous emu'ation.But Boston is not alone interested in their completion.\u2014 Lowell, and Nashua, and Manchester are to be partakers of the advantages which must inevitahly be the result.The stockholders in the Lowell, Nashua, and Manchester factories, with those of the Lowell, Nashua.and Concord Railroads, might well atford to build the Connecticut and Passumpsic Rivers Railroad, without looking to any other source for the subscription to a single share, and we doubt whether these several corporations could make a better investment of capital.\u2014 Vermont is a glorious state.Boston and the adjacent places want the produce of her farms, and ought to seek, by every possible means, to encourage her industry, to cultivate acquaintance with her enterprising and high minded people, and to- bind her mountains and valleys to the sea-coast of Maesachusets, not only with bars of iron, but with the indissoluble chains of political, intellectual, and moral sympathy.K3\u201d A man calling himself Maguire, was arrested a few days since at Becbe Plain, on suspicion of being a horse thief.Hc was taken to Derby Line for examination, when he plead guilty to stealing two horses\u2014 one in the North part of Lyndon, Vt.in May last, which he sold in Quebec, (near which city he says he belongs) and the other more recently at Bradford, Vt.He was committed to jail at Irasburg,to await his trial at the December term.He has also been recognized as the person who stole a horse in the township of Kingsey about a year since.KJ7 The good people of London have recently been considerably excited by the flogzing of a soldier to death\u2014Frederick White of the 7th Hussars\u2014for striking a scargeant.The most fiend-like cruelly was used toward the unhappy man even after the execution of his sentence, by the officers of his regiment.The London papers boldly denounce the perpetrators of this cool blooded murder, and demand that flogging shall be abolished iu the army.Tux PoraTo Ror.\u2014Every where we hear of the progress of this dieease in the potato.The new crop, it is feared, will encounter even a worse fate than the crop of the last year.We took this paragraph from the Times of yesterday.Similar statements appear in papers from various parts of the country, and -Ahey are, we fear, substantially true.But they are not true in reference to \u201cevery where.\u201d We rode about two hundred miles in Vermont, last week, and saw two instances of the effects of disease in potatoes, and thuse were in very small patches.To repeated nnguiries respecting it, we heard favorable accounts that it had not yet appeared.At every table, where we had the pleasure of taking a meal, the potatoes were as fine as we ever met at this season.Hundreds of acres, we presume, we passed, in which the tops were of the brightest and healthiest green, without any appearance of rust or decay.It ie not impossible, however, that disease may yet overtake them and defeat the hopes and prospects of the husbandman.\u2014 Boston Courier.KP-It is not so generally known asit ought to be, that pounded alum possesses the property of purifying water.A table-spoonful of pulverized alum sprinkled into a bogshead of water (the water stirred at the same time) will after a few hours, by precipitating to the bottom tho impure particles so purify it that it will be found to possess nearly all the freshness and clearness of the A finest spring-water.A pailfull, containing four gallons, h = be purified rifled by .single tea-spoonful.xara room-stick, supposed to have heen the of the Salem witchey, haslately and is considered as à valua- be reli © © don time?Tes\u201d %, A Bohemian kas invented s musical bed, which, when pressed, \u2018\u2018digeourveth most cloquent mucle.What an excellent accompaniment to à curisis lecture.£3\" Resently at the eopper mines on Lake Superior 8 \u201cgreen horn\" asked some miners to show him where to dig ; they offored to do it, provided he would treat to « quart of \u201cprairie dow,\u201d which and they set; him to work under a shady tres, im more sport, Be.| But out for 84000.The Boston Post says a gentleman cans not drink a glass of gin at Salem, Mass, on Sunday, without hearing of itthe momest be entors his place of business, in Boston, on Monday morning, scandal is now-a-days so expedited by railroad communication.CFA writer in the Texican Advocate recommends the hotel at Indiana Point, be-: cause they only charge $1 50 for broiled chicken, and give you a bath gratis in your ; bed room, provided it rains, A CoMmPLIMENT.\u2014The London Standard speaking of manufactures, says that nearly all the recent mechanical contrivances introduced into our factories for dispensing with human labor, are of American invention.The Philadelphia papers record the death, in his 63rd year, of Wm.Swain, the inventor of the well known panacea hearing his name.It could not confer exemption from death, though it did confer wealth, Too MEan.\u2014The subjoined is good :\u2014 One of the interior\u2019 papers speaks of some wealthy miser who is so immensely mean that the Daguerreotvpe folks find it impossible to get his likeness ; one of them having triéd and failed three times,because the sitter was too mean to leave his shadow.\u2018TRICKS IN ALL TRADES,\u2019 &c.\u2014The New York \u201cSpirit\u201d rays that since the legislative Solons of Massachusetts have prohibited teot- ting and racing, the \u201ccourses\u201d have taken the name of \u201cpleasure grounds,\u201d and instead of advertising «Purse of Trotting,\u201d etc., we see «A Trial of Speed for Superiority !\u201d Tex Pins,\u2014A man in Cincinnati recently made a thirteen strike.He knocked down the ten-pins, the bar-keeper, a lamp, and a small boy.ÿ#-The Cholera has extended to Aden in Arabia, at the mouth of the Red Sea, where four hundred persons died of it up to the beginning of June, The disease is gradually spreading to the European and African frontiers, and is much more fatal than in 1832 and 1833, being inthe form of a collapse, which almost defies remedial measures.{Miss Mafilda Mugg has put out a fresh shingle at her shop door, with this announcement: KnwowTis.\u2014T ar got in sum nu artikkles faw sale\u2014sich as krakkers, kandles, kabhigis korfy, kups and sawsirs, and menny uther articles tu newmurus ta menshun, all celling cheep.Koll in.PS.Beensis hort hear by the kwart or booshil.\u2014Apply in the passige round the makkril barryl.A Quaker, at Liverpool, once sent aletter to a correspondent, asking the news by a simple note of interrogation\u2014< ?> and received in reply pe chased elsewhere eu, Lan.; with Particular a rt éme ardt dies* Colo li an oh or any kind of ca me Merchants are respectiully ed to cl and purchase, as hops will a Taiok &Th 5 Boots and Shoes, Mérocco Walkie Sh and Slippers, at wholes j'a.\u20ac terms as can be found at an} 0 ble | ment of the kind in this ilar 2 4 Stanstead Plain, July; 1 1848: \u201crie ROCK ISLAND, Torch: i848.JOUN G.GILMAN &CO; HAE THIS DAY D RECEIVE, and are now opening e Amort- went of New and Fashionable ANE SUMMER 606 to which the roule Tespea: attention of prs,\u2019 lic generally.rod i 18 be with great care, ff 4 on or CASH\u2014and it_being their determination to sell at the loivël possible, prices a Ÿ Produce; or ë dent that ee soie a bed ined and, ei Pricey\u2019 kro suit * Deere uz ts Lod T1308 JO I chil elie ; I: Cots Volk, cod gov Firm great Sole of.Louthot ef © \"tansatead.ii nia FL the 15th, 16th\" & ° 1900 of Saliibir, J will be offered forasis - Without teidide, following stock +f Gon by U.-C.DAMON & Goy Hudey:* * 1 Ton Sole Eeithery.= ot «welsh bel 1,100 Sides Upper & y ! 800 lbs, Hdree Hide; 11+ 30 dass Sheep Skins, : Lil 200 Calf Skins.AER TERMS «