....  A pedagogue has been sentenced to the county gaol, for six months, for whipping a boy in a brutal manner.  The public heartily approves the sentence, and, quite naturally, we dissent.  We know nothing whatever about this particular case, but upon general principles we favour the extreme flagellation of incipient Man.  In our own case the benefit of the system is apparent; had not our pious parent administered daily rebukes with such foreign bodies as he could lay his hands on we might have grown up a Presbyterian deacon.

Look at us now!

....  A man who played a leading part in a late railroad accident had had his life insured for twenty thousand dollars.  Unfortunately the policy expired just before he did, and he had neglected to renew it.  This is a happy illustration of the folly of procrastination.  Had he got himself killed a few days sooner his widow would have been provided with the means of setting up housekeeping with another man.

....  People ought not to pack cocked pistols about in the hip pockets of their trousers; the custom is wholly indefensible.  Such is the opinion of the last man who leaned up against the counter in a Marysville drinking-saloon for a quiet chat with the barkeeper.

The odd boot will be given to the poor.

....  A man ninety-seven years of age has just died in the State of New York.  The Sun says he bad conversed with both President Washington and President Grant.

If there were any further cause of death it is not stated.

....  The letter following was written by the Rev. Reuben Hankerlockew, a Persian Christian, in relation to the late famine in his country.  The Rev. gentleman took a hopeful view of affairs.

“Peace be with you-bless your eyes!  Our country is now suffering the direst of calamities, compared with which the punishment of Tarantulus” (we suppose our correspondent meant Tantalus) “was nice, and the agony of a dyspeptic ostrich in a junk shop is a condition to be coveted.  We are in the midst of plenty, but we can’t get anything that seems to suit.  The supply of old man is practically unlimited, but it is too tough to chew.  The market stalls are full of fresh girl, but the scarcity of salt renders the meat entirely useless for table purposes.  Prime wife is cheap as dirt-and about as good.  There is a ‘corner’ in pickled baby, and nobody can ‘fill.’  The same article on the hoof is all held by a ring of speculators at figures which appal the man of moderate means.  Of the various brands of ‘cemetery,’ that of Japan is most abundant, owing to the recent pestilence, but it is, fishy and rank.  As for grain, or vegetable filling of any kind, there is hone in Persia, except the small lot I have on hand, which will be disposed of in limited quantities for ready money.  But don’t you foreigners bother about us-we shall get along all right-until I have disposed of my cereals.  Persia does not need any foreign corn until after that.”