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^“8 57370 Urt P , 3 2 THE COUNTRYMAN. be obstructed it, and it shot out beautifully, first on one side and then another, accord ing to the way in which he held Ins thumb. He also placed a cambric handkerchief over the aperture, allowing it to remain for some time, and then showed us that it was not burned, or even scorched. At length he removed the churn, and put a lighted taper down into the spring. The gas—for of course it is only that which burns—imme diately kindled into a blue flame all over the surface of the water. Finally he dip ped up some water, and each of us drank a glass. Its taste was not so disagreeable as I had expected to find it, judging from the odor which filled the room, Lundy’s Lane was the next thing in or der. I expected to walk over it, and we alighted at the door of a house where I sup posed we should get tickets or directions. “ Just follow that man, gentlemen, ” said the office-keeper, and we obeyed, starting up a flight of steps. Arrived at the top, we went up another, another, and still another, till we were nearly tired out, and perceived that we were winding toward the top of an observatory. “ How many steps have we come up ? ” I asked, when we stopped. “ One hundred and forty three,” was the reply. 290-|-l 43=433. I had gone up a hundred at another tower : 433-1-100 =533 : So 1 had gone up 533 steps. Corning down doubled this number. Count ing all, including those at the hotel and other places, I must have taken 1200 steps on stair cases, in one forenoon. Our attendant explained the order of the battle as well as he could ; pointed out the house where Scott la)- wounded—which he said was the only one remaining of those standing at the time of the engagement; told us where many of the killed were bur ied, &c. We spent the balance of the day in vis iting various places of interest, and in get ting views of the Falls from different points. I did not go into the cave of winds, nor did I venture on the table rock, nor behind the sheet of water. Some of our party did make this last-mentioned trip, and it came near causing L. to turn back home. Col. T. tried to persuade him off, offering to bear his expenses, but he finally concluded to remain with the party. The next day, many of us took a trip on the little steamer, Maid of the Mist. It was a perfect jumble. Putting on oil-cloth over alls—not as defined by Webster —long enough to completely hide the ordinary dress, with hoods to envelop the head, ladies and gentlemen all looked alike. Such a set of uncouth figures I nev er beheld before.—Those that went behind the sheet of water were almost as funny.— We took our stand on the forward deck, and steamed slowly up through the foaming waters. Soon the spray began to fall like rain, blinding us, and rendering our foot hold exceedingly treacherous. There was many a slip, and many a one measured his or her length on the floor, amid the roar of the waters and the shouting, screaming laughter of the passengers. I often think of this as one of the most ludicrous scenes I ever witnessed. We approached very near the falls on the American side, and then wended our way T slowly round, just below the Canadian falls, and so on back to our landing place. Owing to the fact that the spray and mist hid everything from sight, we did not gain much by this trip, except a regular frolic—but this was worth a great deal. We went over Goat’s Island, of course climbing the towei that is planted almost on the very edge of the precipice over which the mighty stream plunges. While wo were thus “ perched aloft, ” the Maid of the Mist came close up under us. Seeing her make the trip from where we stood, is much more interesting than being on her deck. While standing there, we beheld the beautiful rainbow which so often spans that scene of terrible grandeur. What a con trast it presents to the boiling waters over which it hangs ! The cataract speaks of God’s majesty and power—aye, even of his frown ; but that soft, lovely apparition re minds us of his goodness, his mercy, and his gentle kindness to mortals. The im pression it made was visible on the counte nances of many who looked on it. “ Its presence to all was the path of the Lord ! Each full heart expanded, grew warm, and adored. Like a visit, the converse of friends, or a day, That bow ftom my sight passed forever away ; Like that visit, that converse, that day to my hoart, That bow from remembrance can never depart.” W. W. T. Another case of Pouring. “A short time since the Index reported that Elder Lee, a Baptist minister, had poured water on a sick man, calling it bap tism. I am informed, by good authority, that recently, Elder Spivey, pastor of the Bap tist church at Calhoun, Ga., received, at a private house, a sick man into the church(l) and poured water on him in the name of the Holy Trinity, calling it baptism, and afterwaids gave him bread and wine, call ing it the Lord’s supper ! The man died in a few minutes after receiving the bread and wine. There appears to be no excuse for this, except that the man begged that it might be done—he wished to be in the church—wished to he baptized—wished to partake of the Lord’s supper. As a Baptist, I most solemnly protest against any such proceedings, and say that in my opinion Elder Spivey owes to God. to the church, and to the public, a most solemn acknowledgement. Failing to make it,*the church at Calhoun should exclude him forthwith. There is not a particle of justification for his conduct, judging from the teachings of the scriptures. The ordi nances are under the control of the church es, and they ought to see to it that they are not abused, disgraced, by iudiscreet aud officious men. It is to he hoped that brethren Spivey and Lee will see their great error, their great sin, and make public confession. J. M. w.” The above is taken from the Banner & Baptist of Atlanta, Ga. I wish to ask J. M. W., one of the associate editors, what course he would have pursued in case the dying man had desired him to receive him into the church, and administer the eucharist. If the poor dying sinner desir ed, and thought it essential to his salvation, to be a member of the church and receive the Lord’s supper, what course should have been pursued with him'? I ask this in no captious spirit, but merely for information. Superior Court. Our Superior Court met on last monday, and adjourned tuesday evening. Very lit tle business was attended to. Judge Har ris presided with Ins usual ability and ur banity, after delivering a splendid charge (as usual) to the grand jury. Solicitor General Lofton was in attendance, also, courteous and kind, but able and willing to guard die interest of the state, and see that the criminal law should be propeilv administered. Corn and Oil. “Our maize, says the Richmond Whig, is a precious plant. It gives us bread ; it makes our pork ; it is toothsome for kine; it is grand for liominy ; our poultry is most ly made from it; its stalks supply sugar; the syrup from it produces alcohol; the en velop of the ear, dried, makes a sweet and refreshing bed; and now it is found that it produces a clear burning fluid, that burns , with a soft light, without odor, without smoke, that is inexpensive, affording a good light in an ordinary kerosene lamp, for half a cent an hour. The corn oil is as clear and colorless as water. ” “ In conversation confidence has a great er share than wit.”