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ACCIDENT ON THE BLACKWALL…

MURDER OF A BANK OLERK.

,T_". ^;-*'V AUSTRALIA.

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EXTRACTS FROM MANHATTAN.

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THE WAR IN NEW ZEALAND.

THE CHARGES AGAINST A LANCASHIRE…

UPS AND DOWNS OF AN ACTOR'S…

AGRICULTURAL LABOURERS' COTTAGES.

OUTRAGE UPON. A BRITISH SUBJECT.

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A Hint to Pantomime Writers.-A few days since a clockmaker of Brussels, having but little room in-doors, packed away a lot of clocks in a basket, on the pavement in front of his house. The basket was carefully filled, and straw was pressed down on the top of all. Nothing was then needed but a lid, to pro- cure which the busy tradesman entered his premises. During his absence a tumbril, used for the collection of the sewage and refuse of that part of the city, came along, and the driver, seeing the basket, immediately emptied the contents into his receptacle. The clock- maker's astonishment at finding his empty basket on his return may be imagined. His loud cries attracted the neighbours, who, seeing the scavenger in the distance, guessed what had become of the clocks, and they were soon recovered, but decidedly the worse for the immersion they had undergone. Throwing the Hatchet by the Mayor of Cork.-The triennial ceremony of "throwing the hatchet in Cork harbour has iately been performed by the Mayor of that city with all due ceremony. The members of the Cork Town Council embarked on board a steam vessel, attended by all the civic officers and the band of the Cork City Artillery. The steamer proceeded out to sea until she reached an imaginary line between Poor Head and Cork Head, which is sup- posed to be the maritime boundary of the borough. Here the Mayor donned his official robes, and pro- ceeded, attended by the mace and sword bearer, the city treasurer, and the town clerk, all wearing their official costumes, to the prow of the vessel, whence he launched the hatchet into the water, thereby asserting his authority as Lord High Admiral of the port. Eating Poisonous Mussels.—A correspondent of a contemporary writes :—" In one of the weekly papers I have seen a report of an inquest on Mr. Wilson, who was poisoned by eating the mytilis edulis, or common mussel. I have been poisoned, and the remedy in all cases I should suggest would be a pint of milk. Had even the London milk been procured, in all probability his life would have been saved. I have never known a single failure, even after several hours have elapsed. Stimulants, brandy-and-water, wine, &c., are generally taken an hour after the milk. The symptoms by poisoning I can compare to nothing but Celsus's description of inflammation, with the addition of nausea." A Yankee Patriot.—" No, William Baker, you cannot have my daughter's hand in marriage until you are equal in wealth and social position." The speaker was a haughty old man of some sixty years, and the person whom he addressed was a fine-looking young man of twenty-five. With a sad aspect the young man withdrew from the stately mansion. Six months later the young man stood in the presence of the haughty old man. What! you here again ? angrily cried the old man. An, old man," proudly exclaimed William Baker, I am here your daughter's equal and yours!" The old man's lip curled with scorn. A derisive smile lit up his cold features when, casting violently upon the marble centre table an enormous roll of greenbacks, William Baker cried, See I Look on this wealth; and I've tenfold more Listen, old man! You spurned me from your door, but I did not despair. I secured a contract for furnishing the army of the with beef" "Yes, yes," eagerly ex- claimed the old man, and I bought up all the disabled cavalry horses I could find" "I see, I see!" cried the old man, "and good beef they make, too." They do, they do! and the profits are immense." "I should say so." "And now, sir, I claim your daughter's fair hand." "Boy, she is yours. But hold! Look me in the eye. Throughout all this have you been loyalP" "To the core!" cried William Baker. "And," continued the old man, in a voice husky with emotion, '• are you in favour of a vigorous prosecution of the war?"" "I am, Iam!" "Then, boy, take her! Maria, child, come hither. Your William claims thee. Be happy, my children. And whatever our lot in life may be let us all support the Gcvsrnmsut."