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BY S. B. SANDERSYILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1852. VOL. VI—NO. 44 THE CENTRAL GEORGIAN IS PUBLISHED E VER Y TUE SDA Y MORNING, TERMS : 1/paid strictly in advance, per year, $1 50 If not paid at the time of subscribing, $2 00 These terms will be strictly adhered TO .WITHOUT RESPECT TO PERSONS, AND ALL SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE REQUIRED TO BE SET TLED UP EVERY YEAR. Advertisements not exceeding twel /c lines, will be inserted at one dollar for the first in sertion, and fifty cents for each continuance. Advertisements not having the number of in sertions specified, -vill be published until for bid. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Administrators and Guardians, are required by law to be advertised in a public gazette forty days previous to the day of sale. The sale of Personal Property must be ad vertised in like manner at least ten days. Notice to Debtors and Creditors of an es tate must be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of ordinary for leave to sell Land and Negroes,must be published weekly for two months. Citations for letters of administration must ; be published thirty days—for dismission from Administration, ■monthly for six months— for dis mission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly for four months—for estab lishing lost papers, for the full space of three months—for compelling titles from Executors or Administrators, where a bond has been giv en by the deceased, the full space of 3 months. Publications will always be continued ac cording to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise ordered. All letters on business must be vosl-paid BUSINESS DIRECTORY, LAWS02V & GODFSEV, Commission Merchants, 93 BAY STUEET, SAVANNAH, GEO. [P. A. LAWSON. J. E. GODFREY.] LOUD CO. Factors and Commission Merchants, Wo. 118, BAY STREET, SAVANNAH, GA. J. W. C. Loud.] [P. H. Loud. nov. 4, 1851. 42—ly BEEN dl FOSTER. Factors and Commission Merchants Savannah, Ga. P.H. BEHN,] [JOHN FOSTER. •feb. 10,1852. 3—ly JOXX4N lyiALLBiCY. and Tailor. Draper Dealer in Ready-Made Clothing and Gentle- i en’i-farnishing Goods. 155, Bay street, Savannah, Ga. feb. 10, 1852. 3—ly 3FHZL1D EUAN. Draper and Tailor, And dealer in Ready-made Clothing, shirts stocks, suspenders, handk’ffs, gloves, Marino and silk under shirts, drawers, &e. No. 93, Bryan street, Savannah, Ga., feb. 10, 1852. 3—ly J. ®. JOKES. Manufacturerand importer of 3uns. Pistols, RifieifSporting Apparatus, &c., No' 8, Monument Square, Savannah, Ga. feb. 10, 1852. 3—ly* X. BASHER’S Ckap Dry Goods Store, No. 146, Congress street, Savannah, Ga. (Late H. Lathrop’s) A well selected stock of seasonable staple id Fancy Dry Goods, are kept constantly on md, and will he sold cheap lor cash. Please call and examine, feb. 10, 1852. 3—ly S E . SOTBWDLL di CO. Wholesale and Retail Store, No. 173, Bay street, Savannah, Ga. DEALERS IN LIQUORS, WINES, GROCERIES. #c S. E. bothwell.] [r. l. gamble. feb. 10, 1852. 3—ly CXLAXUTOZU. JOHNSON & CO. GROCERS. Savannah, Ga. T. SCRANTON, ) Savannah . EPH JOHNSTON. > 5 W. B. SCRANTON, l No. 19, Old Slip, N. Yor Feb. 10, 1852. 3—ly IT»XPHE.EirS &. JCHKS02U Wholesale and Retail Druggists, lets’ Buildings, corner of Broughton and Whitaker streets, Savannah, Ga. dealers in Drugs, Medicines, Chemicals, rfumery, Fancy Articles, &c. Soda water of a superior quality. eb.10, 1 852, 3—ly henry rotschhx&b. )ealer in Ready-Made Clothing, DRY GOODS, <frc. . 178, Congress street, next door to H. J. Gilbert, Savannah, Ga. Gentlemen’s garments made to order, eb. 10,1852. 3—ly A. PONCE, rter and Manufacturer o S E G A R S, VTO. 13, Whitaker street, keeps constantly . y on hand a well selected stock of imported egars; also, Manufactured Tobacco, Snuff ipes, and all other articles usually kept in ins ne of business, which He offers on the most ;asonable terms. Savannah, feb. 10,1852. 6—ly POETRY. [FROM THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.] The Old Oak Tree. I would I were a child again, As when I sported free, Upon the green sward through the glen Beneath the Old Oak Tree. My father’s calm and thoughtful brow In memory still I see ; My mother’s smiles are on me now, Beneath the Old Oak Tree. The sunshine falls as warm and bright, As freely breathes the air, The streams still dances down as light, The flowers still bloom as fair. Wher’er my tearful eyes may range, Familiar spots I see : The scene I loved seem slow to change Around the Old Oak Tree. But gone are all those cherished forms I gazed on when a child, Like Autumn’s leaves when early storms Sweep through the woodlands wild. And all alone within the glen I linger musingly, And wish I were a child again Beneath the Old Oak Tree. MISCELLANE0 US. Women and Extravagance. The Philadelphia Ledger is down on the expensive habits of the fair sex, and looks forward to the time when a taste for palaeial dwellings and ‘thousand dollar cashmeres’ will cover the land with bankruptcy and sheriff’s sales. Listen to the cynic: The Effects of the System.—Leaving politics, we enter a subject which ‘comes home to men’s business and bosoms,' ex travagance in living—where will it end ] In a revulsion, and a temporary return to more rational habits. Who are in fault ? Doth sexes but women chiefly. What are the results ? Rapid changes of condition ; severe struggles to make or save appearance and obstacles to marriage whieh affect both sexes, but chiefly the showy sex. The sub ject is old, but not the less important for its age; and it has excited snarling denuncia tion in all ages; because, in all ages which have produced any civilization, many men and all women have seen the same race of competition in dress, equipage, house, fes tivity and ostentations. Poets, in all ages, have denounced the extravagance of women Isaiah and Jeremiah gave it to the Hebrew belles, Aristophanes to the Greek, Horace and Juvenal to the Roman ; the Italians and French have smarted under it, and the English have had it to repletion. Still it has proceeded, the same in all ages, grow ing continually worse, till it fell by its own weight, and was succeeded by a temporary and only temporary, reformation. And as there is considerable human nature in man, and still more in woman, we do not expect to produce a reformation. But we can sat isfy our conscience, have our say; and set the wise to thinking. And leaving the He brews, Syrians, Greeks and Romans of an tiquity, and the Italians and French of the middle ages, we come down to the people of our own country, and especially our own city, in the present age. ‘My punishment is greater than I can bear.’ But abandoning a home for a camp does not extinguish all the evils, for the expen sive wardrobe remains. And driving peo ple from hordes to hotels is not the only evil of this extravagance. A greater evil than all this is its diminution of women’s chances. Do you Understand ladies ? If not, we will explain. The first and continu ‘ ally present idea of every woman, so soon as she enters her teens, is, that she was born to be married. She is educated for it, dress ed for it, thinks for it, acts for it, tries for it. But marriage has become an extensive re lation. Hence no man or woman without a fortune can afford to marry anything but a fortune, and as fortunes are few compara tively, man, and especially women without them have very few chances for marriage. A yonng man without wealth cannot afford to marry a woman without it, though she be an angel from Heaven. Therefore he must turn fortune hunter, and be despised for his motives even by those willing to have him. And therefore while the portionless damsel must regard single blessedness as her rule, and marriage as the exception, the wealthy belle has the gratifying conscious ness of being sought by adventurers for her wealth. Consolatory to the portionless !— Complimentary to the wealthy. The major ity of young men in our cities are now in the condition of a young, fisherman on the banks of the Potomac, who had been en gaged for a few months to a ‘country girl,’ and she becoming impatient for the cererao ny, suggested a ratification. Looking un usually grave, he replied, ‘No corn! No meat ? And fishing season most over ; Good Lord, Susey, I can’t 1’ We ask each of the multitudes of young women who are was ting their best hours in disappointments, and who were born for something better, to reflect seriously upon the seasons which compel the majority of nice young men to say to themselves; ‘Good Lord, Susey, I can’t.’ Houses are continually expanding, till nothing less will satisfy a wealthy citizen now, or rather a wealthy citizen’s wife, than an edifice that would have dazzled even roy alty in the days of Charlemange or Edward the Confessor. And furniture is continually growing more gorgeous, till it puts out of countenance all descriptions in the Arabian Nights or the Books of revelations. And dress, aye, dress, the dress of women, has expanded m expense till a modern mer chant’s wife, in walking through Chesnut street, carries more value on, not in, her pre cious person, Lhan the Queen of Sheba or Queen Elizabeth, or Madame Pompadour could show in their whole wardrobes. The Quakers have contended against it more stoutly than any other people. But Qua kers being human, are compressible like the test of humanity, and therefore cannot en tirely resist an external pressure which crushes all others. Hence it costs five times as much to rig even a Quaker now as it did fifty years ago. They adhere with some tenacity to old forms and colors: and mod ern fabrics, as a general rule, are better in quality and more cheaply made than an cient. But notwithstanding all this, no modern Quakeress can dress for as little money as her grandmother did. But with the world’s who are not confined to cuts and colors, and with whom change is a passion the annual wardrobes alone of a modern belle costs more than did her grandmother’s annual house keeping. Who are responsibte for all this 2 We say the women chiefly. They continually run a race of ostentation ; each one striving to exceed her neighbor, of the same circle in a dwelling, in an equipage, in furniture, iu dress and in entertaining. And as the great moral law dispenses justice and retribution to all for every thing, women being most in fault for all this extravagance, are the principal sufferers. Great hotels and exten sive boarding houses are multiplying in all our great cities, and especially in New York and Philadelphia; and families are abandon ing housekeeping for apartments in hotels and boarding houses. The New York Tri bune pronounces this a change for the bet ter. Perhaps it is; but we will not argue that question now. Families rush to hotels to avoid the expense of housekeeping ; for husbands and fathers say that high rents, high furniture, high marked, and high en tertainments make them cry out like Cain; “In a Horn.’ Some years ago the expression, “in a horn” was in a common vogue particularly among the “b’hoys” of that day. A French man lately come into the city, and speaking not very intelligible English, related to an American his sufferings about “in a horn.” “De first day l arrive in your vare fine city, I see one small sans colottes; * von vare small little boy wis papers in his hands.— I say: “Leetle garcon, where abous be de Park Hotel City ?” “He say to me, ‘Dam! who you call gos soon ? You find de Park, in a horn.’ “I tink what ‘in a horn’ mean; but I no find him out by my brain. So I go a leetle further and speak to one man in de street who go thump, thump, wis a big baton ; you call him one paver. I say: “Sare, you can tell me where Broadway street be, for I loose my way 1” “He say, ‘You old ass jack, you old quiz, dis be Broadway, ‘in a horn.” “I tink, and tink, but I no comprehend what it mean. What can him be ‘in a horn’ say ? It must be some great man, or some great thing in de city ; so I stop and ask nudder man, and I say to him : “What mean dis ‘in a horn ?’ “He look at me, he put one finger at his nose and he say : “You one dam ole fool ‘in a horn.’ “Den I get mad ; I find my way home. I go quick to my room, and I take my book dictionarie, and I look for ‘horn.’ Sacre ! I find him belong to one cow, one goat.— Den I recollect I was one dam quiz, and I trow down de dictionarie, I jump on him and say, “You go to one devil, ‘in a horn.’” [JV. Y. Atlas. Shanghai Sheep.—Sheep all the way from China, good reader 1 Something of a novelty that. We are accustomed, thanks to Yaukee adventure, to the terms. Shang hai chickens, Shanghai eggs, &c., but we had no idea that the subject’of the Brother of the Sun and fifty-third Cousin of the Moon had any knowledge of the value of the wool clip or the taste of the mutton chops.—One would imagine that Chinese sheep would be like everything else that is Chinese—queer, old and quizzical. But no such thing. These two lambs—for they are young ’uns—are quite as simple and wooly, and dirty, and respectable looking as the most civilized of their European or American brethren. It’s of no use saying “Chow chow,” or “Tclii ki” to them; they don’t understand the green tea language. A long voyage they have had of it. from Shanghai, on the other side of the globe to New York—which is already a trip long enough to frighten any decent sheep—and then from New-York to this city of abomi nations. Theyi appear to take it quietly, however, and thoroughly to understand the difference between people who wear tight indispensables and those who sport baggy-ones. The two innocent little big lambs, propose emigrating to the prairies of Texas shortly, and we expect to hear of their lying down peaceably in the same flock with the Mexican and Vermont speci mens of their tribe. So ba-a it!—N, O. Picayune, “Cato, what do you suppose is the reason that the sun goes towards the south iu the winter ?” said a gentleman to his con fidential servant. “Well, I don’t know, massa, unless he no stand the ‘clemency of the norf, and so am obliged to go to the souf, where he speriences warmer longitumtude,” was the philosophic reply. Cramp ia the Stomach. Since the Maine law has passed, there has been a great deal of manoeuvering, aud it has required all the skill and ingenuity that Yankees are capable of, for the down east topers toget their liquor. Deacon— —, was considered, in the village where he resided, a pretty strict man, but all men have faults, and the dea con was not exempt from his. His great fault was the love of a little liquor, now and then. But how to get it was a question which often arose in his mind, but which he could never answer. But withal the Dea con was a shrewd man, as Yankees in gen eral are, (at least they have that reputation) and he finally hit upon a plan, which he thought would take. He went to the village doctor, who was a particular friend of his, and communica ted his plan to him. The Doctor who was fond of a joke, and who also loved a “social glass,” consented to join him. The plan was this : There was a store in the village licensed to sell liquor for pure ly medical purposes. To this they were to repair on the next evening, and while there the Deacon was to be suddenly seized with a violent cramp in the stomach. The doc tor was to prescribe a hot brandy punchand a sweat. Of course the Deacon had no li quor at home, and the rest follows. The night in question found them there. The store was filled with the usual compli ment of loafers aud farmers, some convers ing, others smoking, etc. All at once the Deacon commenced— “Oh, oh ! such a cramp in my stomach ! oh!” “Where,” asked the Doctor* rising and going up to Lira—“where 1” “Right here,” said the Deacon placing his hand on the pit of the stomach, and pressing it, at the same time making the most horrible grimaces, as if in great pain. “Go right home,” said the Doctor, “and Lake a hot brandy punch, and then go to bed and take a sweat. Have you any li quor at home!” “No!” replied the Deacon ; “oh oh.” “Then you must have some, and right off, too,” replied the Doctor. “Have you nothing you can get it in ?” “Here is a bottle,” said the Deacon, at the same time thrusting his hand into his capacious pocket, and drawing forth a large quart bottle, “thatI brought down toget some vinegar in, but I suppose the folks can do without it to-night.” The brandy was forthwith produced and the Deacon, who had been making wry fa ces, varied with occasional “oh’s,” left the store together with the Doctor, who said he would accompany him to see him safe home; and about half-an hour later, as the two sat before a blazing fire, taking “a so cial glass,” they had a hearty laugh over the manner in which they obtained it. It is needless to say that the Deacon was effectually cured of “cramp in the stom ach.” Influence of a Newspaper.—A school teacher who has been engaged a long time in his profession, and witnessed the iufluenee of a newspaper upon the minds of a family of children, writes to the editor of the Og densburg Sentinel as follows: I have found it to be an universal fact, without exception, that those scholars of both sexes, and of all ages, who have had access to newspapers at home, when com pared with those who have not, are— 1. Better readers, excelling in pronuncia tion and emphasis, and, consequently, read more understanding^. 2. They are better spellers, and define words with greater ease and fluency. 3. They obtain a practical knowledge of geography in almost half the time it re quires others, as the newspaper has made them familiar with the location of the im portant places, nations, their governments, and doings on the globe. 4. They are better grammarians, for hav ing become so familiar with every variety of style in a newspaper, from the common place advertisements to the finished and classical oration of the statesman, they more readily comprehend the meaning of the text, and consequently analyze its construc tion with accuracy. 5. They write better compositions, using better language, containing more thoughts, more clearly and connectedly expressed. 6. Those young men who have for years been readers of the. newspapers, are always taking the lead in the debating society, ex hibiting a more extensive knowledge' upon a greater variety of subjects, and expressing their views with greater fluency, clearness and correctness in the use of language. Large Claim—AH the papers for a claim of land have lately been filed with the Land Commissioner in California, covered four hundred square leagues of land, (3,000 square miles) to be located on the west bank of the Sacramento river, extending from Puta Creek to a point above Shasta •ity, and reaching back to Clear Lake and the Coast Range. The tract specified in cludes nearly all of Shasta Colusi, and Yolo counties. The claimants are the heirs of Augustin de Iterbide, the first Emperor of Mexico, who was banished, returned with a military expedition, was taken prisoner and shot. Whiskerettes is the name of the lit tle John beau-catcher’ that the ladies wear on their cheeks in the place “Where the whisker* ought to grow.’’ They are formed by drawing down a tuft of hair from the temple, and corling it up in the shape of a ram’s horn, or a pig’s tail with an extra kink in it. An Astounding Philosopher. Sitting upon the chain that surrounds the Park Fountain, the other evening, were a couple of dilapidated dandies—bearing hard upon the loaferish. One of them ap peared to be all ears and not a particle of gab. The philosopher that “done op” the talking went it as follows “Talk about the cosmography of the world.—We don’t know no more how this earth was made, nor what makes it circum ambulate on its axes round the equator than a dead man. I don’t believe nothing what’s contrary to reason. How could the earth been made when there’s nothing to make it off ? Y"ou can’t make nothing out of nothing no how.—I tell you, Tom the earth was always here and always will be. If the first folks were manufactured like jugs out of clay, why ain’t they made so nowadays ? Nater never changes in ber operations, nor God neither. Talk about the flood drowning the whole world—that’s all gammon. There ain’t water enough in the whole universe to do it. The big ark of Noah’s was a big humbug as big as it’s cracked up to be, it wasn’t bigger than a steamboat. Now I’d like to know if that was going to hold Noah’s family, and a pair ofjall the beasts, birds, toads, snakes, and other wermin on the face of the earth. They must all been packed closer than a thousand of bricks. Bible believers say it was done by a miracle, why didn’t the Al mighty save the whole lot on ’em on a shingle, instead of putting old Noah to the trouble and expense of building an ark ? That’s what I should like to know. The building of the tower of Babel by Melchiz- ideck ain’t contrary to reason; but the con founding of tongue business is all fol-lol. There ain’t no doubt in my mind but the workmen wasn’t well paid, so they qnit and cut; and when they asked for their wages, the boss pretended not to understand ’em. Obadiah never made the sun stand still at his command—he only made the people believe so:—they hadn’t no watches nor clocks in them times, and so they took it for granted that what he said was all cor rect. If the sun stood still, old Time, of course, was thrown out of employment, and all he had to do was to sit down upon it; but we know very well that Time waits for no man—not even for Mr. Obadiah.” We left our irreligious philosopher, sit ting upon the chain, still philosophizing. ggrThe Spiritual Telegraph, for the week, has a letter dated Wheeling, Va., Oct. 13, from Rev. J. B. Wolff, a Methodist (or Ex-Methodist) clergyman, from which we extract as follows : The cause is progressing in Wheeling, At one house writing is done in a trunk, while it is locked, and the key in the own er’s pocket. This has been done twenty times, at a place ten miles west of this city. Tables move without any contact. Of course the people are excited, and will be more so. One year ago it was said the Jews would become interested in these man ifestations. They are investigating, and yet ridiculing. Three months ago a medi um Wrote that, “new and convincing demon strations are coming.” They are now on hand. One medium is writing and speak ing in languages never learned. There is one clairvoyant here, who tells the names of persons who have been dead many years: but she is useless, because un der the dominion of Sectarianism. Alexander Campbell has lately delivered himself, at Washington, Pa., before the stu dents and citizens, of a speech thirty-four pages in length, against phrenology, mes merism, psychology, rappings, <fcc. It is also published in The Harbinger. A girl in this place, who is now a medi um, undertook to laugh at the manifesta tions through another medium. Immedi ately she was seized with cramps and con tortions of the face and limbs; and it was with difficulty that self-destruction was pre vented. Similar results follow whenever a certain spirit manifests itself. I saw a slight specimen of this kind of maniiestation last night. At this same place the manifestations are strong, but orthodoxy is fully sustained, and parties seem determined to have it so. They think that the spirits must be infalla- ble, or the whole thing is a farce. This op posing spirit is exercised by reading the Bible. J. B- W. A Good Story. "We have heard a good story told of a young fellow, residing in one of the tobacco growing counties of Virginia, who recent ly made his first visit to the capital of the “Old Dominion,” for the purpose of selling his crop, seeing his sights, and rubbing off the rust which his backwoods “fetching up,” had thrown upon bis manners. He reach ed Richmond about the middle of Jtbe after noon, and was fortunate in selling his crop at an advantageous rate, and almost imme diately. Meeting with an old sehoolmate, one who had lived at that city long enough to know its ways, he was advised to take up his lodgings at Boyden’s the crack ho re of the place, and thither be went with l. .g and baggage. Just before dinner bis coun try friend called upon him comfortably lo cated in a room just at the head of tin. first stairs. It was near dinnei time. “Suppose we take somethiug to start an appetite,” said the chap who had just come down. “Agreed,” rejoined the city friend, “a glass of wine and bitters for me.” “Let’B go down to the bar and get it; din ner is almost ready;” continued the tobacco grower. “We might aa well have it up here,” was the r.joinder. “True enough, but how are we to call for it?” “Ring that bell there.” “What bell.” “Pull that rope hanging there. The young fellow laid hold of the rope and gave it a jerk, and just at that moment the gong sounded for dinner. Never had he heard such a sound before, and the rum bling came upon his ear with a report that stunned him. He staggered back fropi the rope, raised both hands with horror, and exclaimed: “Great Jerusalem, what a smash! I’ve broken every piece of crokerv in the house! There ain’t a whole dish left! You must stick by me old fellow,” addressing his friend —“don’t leave me in this scrape, for ray whole crop won’t half pay the breakage. What did you tell me to touch that cursed rope for?” But before our friend* who was bursting with laughter, could answer, a servant en tered the room with; “Did you ring the bell, sir?” “Bell? no, no; blast your bell—I never touched a bell in my life! What bell! I nev er saw your bell.” “Somebody rang the bell of this room, that’s certain,” continued the servant. “No they didn’t. There’s nobody here ever saw a bell.” And then turning to his friend, he exclaimed, aside: “Let’s He him out of it; I shan’t have a cent to go home, if I pay the entire damage. What do they set such rascally traps for to take in folk* from the country?” After a violent fit of laughter, the friend explained that it was only the gong sound ing for dinner; a simple summons to “walk down to soup,” got up on the Chinese plan. They made their way to the dinitig room, but it was some time before the young tobac co grower could get over the stunning and awful effects of that gong. “It was a god send,” said he, “that the crash did not turn my hair gray on the spot.” General Scott.—The Washington Tele graph, speaking of Gen. Scott since the election, says: By sunrise each morning, he has been seen upon Pennsylvania avenue taking his accustomed walk and exchanging saluta tions with the friends whom be encounters. On the night of bis nomination, he paid a handsome compliment to Gen. Pierce in the speech he addressed from his piazza to the multitnde before him; and when Gen. Pierce comes to our city he will undoubted ly receive from the old hero a greeting in the same spirit. During his administra tion, also, should any emergency arise call ing for his counsels, we predict the exis tence of a most friendly and agreeable inti macy between General Scott and President Pierce. The feeling that operated on the Polk administration towards him will not find a place in the next; and he who shall hereafter malign the name of Scott will find an echo in the bosoms of but few who own the name of Americans. Why is a four quart jug like a la- side-saddle ? Because it holds a gall Quick believers need broad shoulders. Slow believers need a fire in the rear. The Methodist Church Case.—It was de cided, by the United States Circuit Court, in November last, that the Church South was equally eRtitled with the Church North to the property owned by them, as a united establishment previous to their separation. John W. Nelson, Esq., who- was appointed commissioner to ascertain and adjust the account between them, has just reported that the amount of property, previous to the separation, was 562,245 76 1-2. The pro fits since that period, 1845* have been over 250,000 dollars. The Southern members have received no share of the profits since the separation, as the Northern members who were in possession, claimed the whole fund and profits. The South have now ta> ken exceptions to the report, and the litiga tion is not yet ended. Charge it as Sugar.—“Mr. Green,” said a tolerably dressed female, the other day, entering a grocery in which were several customers, “have you any fresh corned pork!” * “Yes ma,am.” “How much is this sugar a pound !” “One shilling, raa,am.” “Let me have,” she continued, lowering her voice, “half a pint of gin, and charge it as sugar oa the book!” An old lady who had been reading the famous moon story very attentively, remark- ' ed with emphasis, that the idea of the moon being inhabited was increditable to believe, for,’ said she, ‘what becomes of the people, jn the moon, when there’s nothing left of jt but a little blue streak.’ “The sun is all very well, said an Irishman, “but in my opinion the moon is orth two ©f it; for the moon affords usJiglit in the night time, when we really want it, whereas we have the saa with us in.the day time, when we have no occasion for it.” “I say Pat,” said a Yankee Irishman, who was digging in his “are you digging out a hole in that ’ere ion bed?” “No,” says Pat, “I am digging out the earth and leaving the " Height of Folly.—For parents to live