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jjlleiwy'8 Day In Boston.
BY CAROLINE E. PRESTON.
Whenever you catch me goin' to
Boston again, yeu'll know it," said
jjetsev Pmdergrass. " It was noth-
■j but ill luck from beginnin' to end',
a How came you to go, aunt ?"
"Well, I hadn't been for more'n
five years, and I wanted to buy a
new bombazirfé dress for Sundays.
I d got clean ashamed of my old one
your uncle Abijah bought me
Mt about the time the Mexican war
broke out. In fact, folks began to
tilk because I looked so shabby,
vhich I did't wonder at much myself,
¡jut time I went to the city the rail-
road to our place warn't built, and I
vent in a chase along of your uncle
-bat now your cousin Abel, he took
ne to the depot, and bought a piece
of card that he sed would take me
through all right. Well, I got
iboird, and when we actilly started
1 felt a sort of flnstrated. I had no
flee we should go so fast. I was
¿«id they couldn't stop her when
ley wanted to, but we should run
aagh agin some ham or other. All
it once, after we had rid some
fifteen minutes I heerd an awful
xreech. I concluded tho car had
ran off the track, and they was the
(Jyin* groans of some of the gassen-
gers. So I riz up and give a yell,
ayin', " Take me out, somebody!
Don't let me be killed!"
Has I swung my old bandbox in
an agony of terror the conductor
came up, and said he, " What's the
matter, woman?"
"Has the engine busted?" I
isked.
" No ma'am, its only blowin' off
•team."
"Then," says I, " as|c it not to
blow any more, for it scares me most
to death."
"I thought at first you was havin'
a fit," said he, and larfed very
radehr.
"I'd have you know," said I, in
a dignified manner, " that I aint a
kitten."
"No, I should think not," said
he, "that is, not now."
" Do you mean to call me an old
eat?" said I, firin' up.
" 0, by no means," said he.
Just then there was another
Kreech, and I riz again.
" Do go and stop it," said I. " It
makes me narvous."
He went out larfin'. I dont like
that conductor, I sort of think he
was tryio' to make fun of me—me
that was old enough to be his mother.
After a while we got into the city.
Sech a crowd of houses. I don't
see, for my part where they pasture
their cows, tnough I did see a large
open field that they called the Com-
mon, only there warn't no cows
there.
"Hevakeeridge, mum?" asked
a young man, standing outside the
"Thank you kindly," said I, " I
gWMlwill." J'
"Where shall I kerry you ?"
" I want to go somewhere were I
«an buy a bombazine dress," said I.
"All right," said he, " I know a
good place."
He slammed the door, and I flop-
ped back into a soft seat. Away we
jolted over the stones. Bostown
"wets are awful rocky. I dont see
*hj thev dont dig up the stones and
jwow them a way. I think it is a
Efface to the city to have such
bystreets.
Well, pooty soon we stoped in
wat of a grand store, and I got
:e.
CITY OF AUSTIN, TEXAS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1867.
' Well, said I, " I wont have no
dispute, young man. Here's
cents.
six
.. cents!" said he scornfully.
"What am T
acious I You must
am made of money,"
«t of
"Thank you kfndly," sed I to the
" If ever you cum to our
, «ge, my husband—Abijah Pen-
P*88 is his name—will give you
*nde in his team."
jjj s«d this, of course supposin' he
^ 9ven me the ride, but I soon
0«x 1oat k°w mean he was.
Ill thank you for seventy-five
old lady," said he.
k?I*wful suz!" said I. "What
"For the ride."
You didn't say you expected
1 didn't suppose you fool
to think I worked for
I to do with six cents," I
went seventy-five."
" Good gr
think that I
said I.
"Are you goin' to pay it," said
he, "or shall I call a policeman?"
I was so flustrated at that, for I
thort he might have me put in jail,
and what an awful thing that would
have been, that I paid over the
money, though I didn't want to a bit.
Well, I went into the store, and it
was a grand one I can tell you. I
never saw the beat of it. There
were all sorts of silks and calicoes,
and I don't know what all, and a
great many young men behind the
counter. They was very perlite to
me, and showed me a great many
pieces of goods. At last I bought
one, though whother it was cheap or
dear, I dont know, and went out.
I didn't hardly know where I was,
but I think the street was named
after one of the four seasons. At
last I got back to Washington St.,
and got into a stage. I thort I'd go
out to Roxbury to see Mrs. Smith
who boarded with us last summer.
I didn't know where about she lived
there, but I thort of course the
people in the village could direct me.
Well, after ridin' some time I
pulled a strap, and told the driver I
guessed I'd get out.
" Do you know where Mrs. Smith
lives?" I asked him.
He sort of larfed, and said he
didn't, but he guessed I'd find her
easy.
I got onto the sidewalk, and said
to the first boy I met, " Young
man can you tell mo where Mrs.
Smith lives?"
" Yes," said he. "Mrs. Smith's
my aunt."
" 0, is she ?" said I. " Does she
live near?"
" About a quarter of a mile
ahead. A brown house with a piaz-
za—right hand side. I'd go with
you, only I've got to go to school."
" I guess I'll find it, said I.
So off I started, and looked sharp
till I spied the brown house. It was
quite a pretty house. I marohed up
to the front door and knocked. An
Irish girt came to the door, and I
asked if Mrs. Smith was in.
"Yes," said she. "She's up
stairs with the baby."
" Éor the land's sake! Has she
jot a baby ?" said I, astonished like;
or Mrs. Smith was over sixty.
" Yes," said tho gal, " and a fine
boy it is, three weeks old."
" I'd like to see it," said I. " Me
and Mrs. Smith is well acquainted.
You can show me right up where
she is."
So she showed me up into a cham-
ber where I saw Mrs. Smith and the
baby. But it wasn't my Mrs.
Smith. This was a young woman
not more than thirty years old. She
looked sort of puzzled.
" I guess I've made a mistake,"
said I. " There was a Mrs. Smith
from Roxbury boarded -with me last
summer, and I thought you might
be the one. But she was twice as
old as you, and I was astonished to
hear she had a baby."
" That's my husband's aunt," said
the young woman, laughing.
" Does she live here ? "
" She lives in Jamaica Plain, as
much as two miles off."
" Then I shan't have time to see
her to-day. I guess I better be go-
in' back."
" But not till you have some lunch.
You must be hungry," she said.
" Well I be," I owned up, "and
if you've got a hunk of gingerbread
handy, I guess I can eat it."
She sent for some bread and but-
ter, and cake, and pie, and I had a
real good meal.
" Do you do your own cookin',"
said I.
" No," said she smilin', " I keep
" Well," I said, " I wont trust
my gal to cook. I alius do it my-
self, and though I say it, I cant be
beat on brown bread and johnny
cake. If you ever come up our way
I'll give you some."
She thanked me, and we had quite
a pleasant chat. After a while I
concluded I must go, and so I got
into an omnibus to carry me back to
tbe city.
It was most full. Next to me sat
a still looking man, that I didn't like
the looks of. Arter a while I felt
for my puss, and do you be]
couldn't find it. It cum upon me all
at once. The man next to me must
have took it. I'd heard of pickpock
ets, and how they dress like gentle-
men. But I wasn't goin' to submit
to it, so I grabbed him fiercely bv
the arm, and sed I, " Give me back
my puss."
on
" What do you mean, madam ?
said he in a high tone.
" I mean that you're a pickpocket
and have took my puss, lf you
don't give it up quietly, I'll have you
put in jail."
" Madam, I desire you to release
your hold," said he, looking mad.
" Your conduct is outrageous."
" So's yours," said I, still holding
to him. " It's outrageous to rob
a poor woman of her puss. I want
you to turn your pockets rite out,
and be sarched."
" Madam," said ho, " I shall not
submit to your insults, and shall
leave the omnibus."
He got up, but I held on and
wouldn't let him go, till somebody
tapped mo on the shoulder, and said
" Ma'am your are under a great mis-
take. Do you know the gentleman
you accuse of theft ? "
" No I dont," said I, " but I mean
to know him."
" It is tho Rev. Dr. Simson, one
of the most distinguished ministers
in Boston."
When I heard that, I flopped back
into my seat, feeling as ashamed as
could be, particularly when I see my
puss on the floor, where I had drop-
ped it.
" I hope you'll excuse me," said
I. " If I had known who you was
I wouldn't havo suspected you."
" I hope you will be more careful
next time," said he.
I didn't have no more to say, I
felt so ashamed. Bimeby we got
into Boston again, and I went round
among the shops some more. At last
I inquired for the depot, and having
spent all my money, thought I'd go
home. I rid most there in an omni-
bus, and got into the keers. When
the conductor came round I asked
him what was tho fare to Wilkins-
ville.
That aint on our road, said he.
What ? said I. '
That is on the Worcester road,
said the conductor.
Well, aint this tho Worcester road?
No, you are on your way to Rhode
Island. This is the Providence road.
Lawful suz ! said I, rising up ^nd
wringing my hands. What shall I
do ? What'll Abijah and the chil-
dren say ? I shant never see home
again. . , ■ ..
Dont be concerned, said the con-
ductor. You can get off at the next
station, and wait till the return train
comes along. That'll get you into
Boston, and then you can go to the
right depot.
Well, I didn't see no better way,
so I followed his advice, but I got
back to the city too late for the last
train to Wilkinsville. Somebody
told me that I'd better go to the Re-
vere House to stop over night. So
I did, but, land's sake, they charged
me as much for supper and lodging
and breakfast as I should have to
pay for a week's board up to hum.
It took so much of my money that I
didn't have but five cents left when I
forgot
a bought it I oouldn t have got hum
at all. It's mighty expensive going
to Boston. Abijah said 1 was get-
tin' awful extravagant in my old age,
but I don't see how I could help it,
do you ? Any way I wont go again
in a hurnr. Jerusha, she wants to
o, and I expect she will, but I dont
elieve she'll get along any better
than her old mother.
News Items.—The dispatch from
Gen. Sheridan to Mayor Leonard of
Galveston, concerning the proposed
demonstration over the remains of
Gen. Johnston, is as follows :
I respectfully declino to grant
your request. I have too much re-
gard for the memory of the brave
men who died to preserve our gov-
ernment, to authorize Confederate
demonstrations over the remains of
ly one who attempted to destroy it.
The U. S. Supreme Court has de-
cided that the payment of a Federal
tax does not authorize a business
prohibited by State laws.
Vera Cruz dates to the 23d state
that the French frigate Rocan has
departed with 1200 Austrian infan-
try. The City of Mexico will be
completely evacuated by the 28th.
Bazaine has ordered transportation
for 2000 troops per day, and has an-
nounced free transportation to all
those wishing to return to France.
The Federal gunbout Tahoma is at
Vera Cruz.
—, i
A person asked Mr. Patrick Ma-
guire if he knew Mr Tim Duffy.
" Know him!" said Pat; " why, he's
a very near relatiou of mine. He
once proposed to marry my sister!"
The editor who kissed his sweet-
heart saying "please exchange" is
believed not to have exceeded the
proper " liberty of the press."
Mr. Morrissey.
John Morrissey catches it on all
sides. . There seems to be no end to
the squibs and burlesques on him.
Here is a type satire oti the new dem-
ocratic Congressman from New York,
taken from the Philadelphia Bulletin:
XLth Congress—First Session.
a special report.
Evening Session.—Mr. Wood, of
New York, in the Chair.
The appropriation for the Freed-
men's Bureau being under discussion,
Mr. Elliott jof Massachusetts having
concluded his remarks, Mr. Morris-
sey of New York obtained the floor.
Mr. Morrissey (Dem., N. Y.)—
Mr. Speaker, I arise on the present
occasion, sir, to say my say with re-
gard to this Bureau concern, about
which we have already heard so much
from the other side. I think it is
high time that our side of the House
should be heard upon this subject;
and all I want you to do, sir, is to
keep them fellers quiet, and don't let
them como the gag over me with
their "orders" and "previous ques-
tions." I don't ask no odds from no
one. This is a free fight, I take it:
give us a fair show, and tho devil take
the hindmost. I can charge around
in my own high grass, and fight my
own flies. D n a nigger! Mr.
Speaker, the glorious charter of our
liberties, the Constitution of the Uni-
ted States, says that all men are cre-
ated equal; and now, sir, I should
like to know where in that document
you can find one word about the nig-
ger ? Just tell me that, will you ?
Is the nigger mentioned at all ? and
wouldn't our forefathers have said
something about hini if they thought
he was worth mentioning at all ? Mr.
Speaker, was George Washington a
nigger? Was General Putnam, or
any hero of the Revolution, except
Benedict Arnold, who ought to bo
one ? And anybody who says that
the Czar of Russia or Queen Victo-
ria is a nigger lies, and he knows it.
[Cries of order.]
Mr. Morrissey.—If that red-
headed cuss front Wisconsin don't
atop his jaw, I'll catch him some
night in Snad'a oyster cellar, and
spread his nose all over his face. I
ain't afraid of no man in this House.
I have reached the hfeight of my am-
bition. I bave been a wharf rat,
ehicken thief, prise fighter, gambler,
and member of Congress. I have
gone round the circle, and left the
Constitution and the flag with my
constituents. [Small boy in the gal-
lery, " Hail Columbia1'(]
Loan, of Missouri.—Mr. Speaker,
I trust we shall not longer be insult-
ed by the vulgarity and profanity of
the gentleman from tbe Fifth Point
District, New York. r
Mr. Morrissey.—If that yellow-
mugged flat-nosed cuss from the State
of Missery does not shut his yaup, I
will flatten his pug nose all over his
saffron cheeks, and make a wall flow-
er of that figure head of his.
Some one has said that Fred Doug-
lass was fftter for this seat than I
am. I can lick the abolition cuss
that said that, and get backers a
hundred to one. You can't come the
guy goggleB over me, so you needn't
try it on. I am a free American
citizen, and I'll bust tho head of that
grinning chap from Iowa, if he don't
shut up his fly trap. Mr. Speaker,
I believe in the American eagle, the
glorious feathered songster who: rises
on pinions of fire from the lofty
mountain top, and piercing the skies
soars among the bannery stars, and
—and—the bird: I've got him up
there, and can't get him- down, anv-
how. Why don't them as loves the
negro so much go to Africa ? They
can enjoy their society thfere: we
can spare them, and the country be
better off without them. Andy says
so, and he speaks by the book. The
pure Democrisy, undefiled, can take
care of the country without their
help. Fernandy Wood and I could
run this machine better than five hun-
dred nigger-loving, humanitarian,
free-loving, bloomerite abolitionists,
with their infernal bureaus and civil
rights bills.
If any gentleman on the other
side wants his constitution amended,
just let him step out into tho rotundy,
and I'll give him ten articles that '11
give him the dyspepsy the rest of his
natural life. The man from Massa-
chusetts trots out his Latin. That
don't skeer me. I ain't such a fool
as some people think. E plurisy
newman, zenith et broad axe, et tu
brute, nulls prosequi rombusque et
diaphragm! No use in trying to
come the school learning dodge over
me. Mr. Speaker, we as Democrats
are sick and tired of hearing about
the nigger. Why don't they say
something about the white man ?
I'm 4 white man, and so is my con-
stituents. D—n a nigger !
Mr. Speaker, them are my senti-
ments as a Democrat. Mr. Speaker—
The allotted fifteen minutes being
expended, the hammer fell, and Mr.:
Morrissey resumed his seat.
Communicated.
Mr. Editor: It is obvious to eve-
ry thinking man of ordinary intelli-
gence, that a terrible fratricidal war
etween citizens of the United States
is possible, if not imminent. It is
not my purpose to discuss tho causes
which may give rise to this war, nor
to sketch the towering and reckless
ambition of party leaders, either
North or South, nor to portray the
inevitable conscquences of the policy
of " rule or ruin" nor to denounce
Northern agitators or Southern agi-
tators ; but to address myself to facts
as they exist, and to the common
sense of the people at large.
It is noyr acknowledged, even by
the agitators and precipitators of the
late war, that our destruction (seces-
sion) was brought about by manage-
ment and trickery of designing par-
ty leaders, for their own selfish pur-
poses, and not by ,the legitimate ac-
tion or hearty co-operation of the
whole people. For proof, I refer to
the address of 0. M. Roberts, D. G.
Burnet, B, H. Epperson, A. M.
Branch and Geo. W. Chilton, wfyo
speak by the card when they say,
" The State was sectionally divided
upon the question," and " a vote
promptly taken," &c., "saved the
State," &c. We all know how the
voto was taken, and how a majority
was made; and we all know the true
moaning of tho word " promptly" as
used by these gentlemen.
Let us not be caught in a trap
again, but let every man reason with
himself alone as to the effect a civil
war will havo upon him individually,
and answer to his God, his conscience
and to thoso who are nearest and
dearest to him. For this is the only
way for freemen to act. Consider
either alternative or any provable
issue of a contest of arms. Take, if
you choose, tho disruption and break-
ing down of the government of the
United States and the erection of
many other governments and nation-
alities in its stead; or if it may suit
your taste or fancy better, take the
establishment of a government simi-
lar to that of the late Confederate
government, exercising jurisdiction
over the same ¡territory and over the
same people, or the utter destruction
of republican government and of in-
dividual liberty, and the destruction
of life and property beyond anything
heretofore known to the world, or
the . re-establishment of the govern-
ment of the United States according
to your interpretation of the Consti-
tution—and what matters it*o you ?
I ask my conntrymen of the South to
pause and consider well before they
plunge deeper into the vortex from
which there is no escape. What is
to compensate the South, Texas, or
you individually, for this terrible
risk ?
Let us no longer deceive ourselves,
but let each man know for himself
that opposition to the full and com-
?lete execution of the laws of the
Inited States, either by word or
deed, tends to bring about war, t the
result and consequences of which
are apparent to the meanest under-
standing, Tho war would bo waged
upon Southern soil, with the demo-
crats of the North seeking an asylum
here, to feed and clothe. A portion
of the government of the United
States would doubtless seek security
in our midst. The negroes would be
in the opposition, or else such milita-
ry power would have to be exercised
to hold them and the disaffected
whites in subjection, (even if it could
be done at all) as would prove oner-
ous, burdensome and dangerous, to
say the least. Now, I put it to eve-
ry man in the South of ordinary
common sense, to picture to himself
according to his own understanding,
uninfluenced by outside influences,
his condition during and after such a
contest as in the judgment of many
is impending, and take his course ac-
cordingly. Let every man judge for
himself, and cease to listen to the
brawling street politician or pay at-
tention to the high-sounding bombast
about patriotism daily served up in
the newspapers, to be relished only
by fools, but think for himstlf, his
wife and his children; and say to
those plotting war, secretly and in
disguise, for the sole purpose of their
own aggrandizement, and with no
kind feeling for their fellow-citizens
of " low estate," that we submitted
to you once; you led us to ruin, we
can trust you no further, and be
just to ourselves, our country and
our homes. Common Sense.
Female friendship is to a man the
bulwark of sweetness, and ornament
of his existence. To his mental cul-
ture, it is invaluable; without it, all
his knowledge of books will never
give him knowledge of the world.
Plowing Orchards.
It is the common opinion express-
ed by writers, that orchards, espe-
cially when the trees have attained
to a largo size,, should not be plowed
on account of its breaking the roots
of the trees. So much high author-
ity ought, perhaps, to settle a ques-
tion of this kind; and perhaps, also,
we "small fry " should shut our eyes
and swallow the decision as we do
doctors' medicines, with a large exer-
cise of faith, and without well know-
ing what we swallow. But many old
notions, once considered well found-
ed, have been exploded by time and
more thorough investigation and ex-
periment. And it is possible that
erroneous ideas on the subject of
plowing orchards have hitherto been
considered " orthodox." We are told
we must not break the roots of the
trees. Why not ? Because Nature
prompts the tree to push out its
roots until, as some say, the whole
distance from tree to tróe is filled up
with a network of roots, and these
must not be interfered with because
it checks the growth of the tree, and
finally kills it prematurely. Fudge !
Just as much reason to say you must
not cut a limb from the top of a tree,
because Nature teaches branches to
shoot out in every imaginable shape
and direction. You employ the saw
and knife in the top. You cut and
saw, thin out and shape the tree, and
continue to do so every year, and
must do so as long as it is a tree.
You shape nature or the natural in-
clination of the tree, to any form
according to your own taste, or as
your own judgment dictates to be
the best means to accomplish tbe
end which you desire, which un-
doubtedly is the production of the
largest amount of the finest fruit.
Is it then so sure, that it is any worse
to cut off a small root than a small
branch? Or a large root than a
large branch ? Is it any more ne-
cessary that a tree should have a
largo " not work" of roots near the
top of tho ground and in tho way of
the plow, than that it should have a
large "net work" of branches near
the ground and in way of the teapa ?
You shape the top of the tree in ac-
cordance with your judgment and for
the uses which you desire, and why
hot for the roots ? Again, the best
cultivated orchards have the best
trees and fruit, and it is simply im-
possible for a Tarmor to think of cul-
tivating an orchard by means of
mulching and spading alone. I have
seen many trees, both large and
small size, covered with small yellow-
ish sickly leaves, caused by standing
in the sod and too little cutting of
the top, but I do not remember ever
to have seen one presenting the same
appearance as the effect of standing
in the midst of the most thoroughly
cultivated ground, or too much cut-
ting of the roots. In fact, when you
begin aright with a tree in its youth,
it; is just as easy to shape the roots
out of the way as the top, and
think it no worse to cut off large
roots to get an approximation to a
correct shape, than to cut off large
branches' for the same purpose. I
think trees shoufd be set deeper than
they usually are, and every year, or
oftener, all the roots coming out at
or near the surface of the ground,
should be cut off close to the body of
the tree with a sharp spade, and you
may plow up to the tree as you would
to a post. I know at least one man
who has followed this plan for years
with good success.
The Noblest Victory.—A more
glorious victory cannot be gained
over another man than this: That
when the injury began on his part,
the kindness should begin on ours.
If both the ways were equally in our
power, yet it is a much more desi-
rable conquest to overcome evil with
good, than with evil. By this, we
can only conquer our enemy, and
may perhaps fail in that; but by the
other, we certainly conquer ourselres,
and perhaps our enemy too—over-
coming him in the noblest manner,
and leading him gently till he be
cool, and without force effectually
subduing him to be our friend.—Til-
lotson.
A prisoner in the Rochester peni-
tentiary stabbed himself five times
near the heart. The knife was too
short to kill. When sent to his cell,
he tried to hang himself with his sus-
pender, but it broke. When the
prison barber was shaving him, he
seized the razor and tried to cut his
throat; but did not succeed. Subse-
quently he endeavored to drown him-
self in a pail of water; but was pre-
vented.
A bright little girl, in playful an-
ger caught hold of an old sister,
saying/" Now I'll shake the sawdust
out of you," thinking the human
species was got up on the same plan
as her doll.
PUBLISHERS.
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Arson and Attempt to Poison.
The Rochester Express of Satur-
day evening contains the following
particulars of a remarkable ease of
ingratitude and crime, which, it ¿ays,
has been kept as secret as ptíssíblo i
" A young girl named Kato, about
twelve or fourteen years old was
adopted by Mrs. Crosby, a widow
lady, in the town of Greece, tier
mother was living, but Bhe had lived
with Mrs. Crosby several years, and
had apparently become warmly at-
tached to her, as she had abundant
reason to be, for Mrs. Crosby had
given her a good education, and she
had attained considerable proficiency
in music and in writing stories. Some
time last July Mrs. Crosby's barn
was burned under circumstances
which strongly indicated that it was
the act of an incendiary." No suspi-
cion, however, was attached to tne
girl, who professed great regret for
the misfortune. Some time after a
woodshed adjoining the house was
discovered to be on fire. The alarm
was given by the falling of a strihg
of bells, and before much damage
had been done. As there was no-
body but the woman and the girl in
the house, tho girl was sent to alarm
the neighbors. She was gone a long
time, though the house was only a
few rods distant. When help arrived
the girl apologized for the delay by
saying that the family had all gone
to bed and were asleep, so that it
was a long time beforo she could
awake them. The family, on the
other hand, contradicted this, saying
that they heard her when she first
opened the gate, and that she, did
not knock at the door until some time
afterwards. This aroused suspicion,
and the girl being confronted by the
facts, acknowledged that she had toot
only fired the houso but the barn,
which was burned in July before.
This condition of affairs, of course,
rendered it Accessary that the '$rl
should leave thé family, but Mr9i
Crosby concluded to search tho trunk
of the girl. She had missed several
articles, chiefly valued as presents
from friends. She found some of
these articles, and also an open let-
ter, bearing no postmark, and adf-
dressed to the family living across
the street. This she considered so '
singular that she re$d the letter, ajud
found that it purported to have been
written by herself, announcing her
own suicide by poison. Full direc-
tions were given for her funeral and
the disposition of her personal ef-
fects, a good share , of which were
directed to be given to the youpg
girl, tho writer of the letter. Mrs*
Crosby was still almost unwilling to
believe that so young a girl could
seriously meditate such a terrible
crime, and was yet disposed to re-
gard the letter as some flight of fan-
cy to which the girl's imaginative
temperament was prone; but on,
looking frrthcr into the trunk she
found the bottle of poison with which
the crime was to be committed. In-
stead of having the girl arrested and
taken care of, she was sent to her
mother, and the matter has thug far
been kept quiet, so that no legal pro-
ceedings have been instituted against
the guilty party."
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The foreign-born residents of New
York amount to 313,201 out of a
total population of ?26,386. This is
nearly one-half, and it is estimated'
that the foreign-born residents with
their children constitute fully two-
thirds of the present population of
that city. N. York contains 38,000
more women than men, and Brook-
lyn 13,000. The New York Times
says there has been a positive de-
crease of 87,000 in the population of
New York city during the last five
years, and it attributes this loss of
population to the great numbers of
people that have been driven away
by the municipal corruption, heavy
taxation, high cost of living, filth
and discomforts of various kinds for
which New York is proverbial.
In one of his recent sermons Brig<
ham Young invited the attention of
his hearers to the text which says :
" In that day seven women shall take
hold of one man, saying, we will eat
our own bread and wear our own ap-
parel, only let us be called by thy
name, to take away our reproach."
The elder continued, " The govern-
ment of the United States do not
intend that that prophecy shall be
fulfilled, and the Lord Almighty
means that it shall."
"All flesh is grass," sighed Spog-
ers after dinner one day, and imme-
diately added: Of all grasses give me
a plump grass widow.
A young lady is charged with hav-
ing said that if a cart wheel has nine
felloes, it's a pity if a pretty girl like
her can't have one.
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Scott, G. R. The Southern Intelligencer. (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 32, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 7, 1867, newspaper, February 7, 1867; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth180084/m1/1/: accessed May 1, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.