AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
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“ One Poor Creetur.” —The delicacy of 
these two lines, in Burns’s “Address to the 
De’il,” has been often remarked : 
“ O ! wad ye tak’ a thought au’ men, 
Perhaps ye might, I dinna ken.” 
Yet we do not think the sentiment equal to 
that of a good old Christian woman of our 
acquaintance, who was in the habit ongoing 
regularly, through rain and mud, to night 
prayer-meetings. Some wild boys in the 
neighborhood entered into a plot to “ scare 
her out of it.” So they dressed up one of 
their number in a hideous disguise, with a 
tail and ears and a cloven foot, and stationed 
him by the side of the road where she was 
to pass on her return, while the rest of the 
young rascals hid themselves behind the 
fence to see the sport. After meeting, as 
old Sarah came plodding along through the 
dark, the apparition stalked into the road in 
front of her. 
“ And who be you V’ said the little woman. 
“ I’m the Devil!” said the figure. 
'“Ah, well,” calmly returned the simple 
Christian, “ then you are one poor cretur ,” 
and so she passed him and went on home. 
Ligneous Paper Mill. —Mr. Beardslee is 
constructing a mill at Little Falls, New-York, 
for the manufacture of paper from bass wood, 
with spruce,pine, hemlock, whitewood,buck¬ 
eye, &c. The mill will go into operation in 
October, and Mr. Beardslee is confident that 
he can supply the printers with a good arti¬ 
cle and cheap. 
National Metereology. — Lieut. Maury, 
whose services to commerce in ascertaining 
the winds and currents of the ocean have 
been so valuable, makes a proposal that a 
system of observations be established on 
land with a view to agricultural matters, 
similar to that which he established on the 
sea with a view to navigation. 
The Artesian Well in Charleston, S. C., 
has reached a depth of 1,250 feet, and yields 
64,800 gallons in 24 hours. From 17 to 20 
wells dug, yielding from 50,000 to 60,000 gal¬ 
lons, would be ample for the supply of 
Charleston, which requires 1,000,000 of gal¬ 
lons for every 24 hours. 
An Incident of Trade. —We were told 
last week of an operation which occured 
about sixteen years since, and which is 
worth relating, to show the value of proper¬ 
ty in this city at the present time, compared 
with its esteemed worth when the trade was 
made. A man then living in Danville, Ver¬ 
million county, owned some property in Chi¬ 
cago, and offered a friend to exchange it fora 
house in Danville, and pay in money the 
difference of value—the building being then 
considered the most valuable. The trade 
was made, papers drawn, the difference in 
value paid in cash, and the Danville man was 
much elated with the operation. That house 
is still standing and can be bought for $600. 
The property received for it is located in the 
heart of this city, and it is to-day worth one 
and a half millions.of dollars! Those who 
want to moralize on speculations can do so 
in their own words.— Chicago Tribune. 
Never Satisfied.— The Chattanooga, 
(Tenn.) Advertiser of Saturday last, says: 
Every day for several weeks we have had 
rain. The fears now entertained by the far¬ 
mer are that the corn will be so large that 
he can not gather it. 
“ Skimmed milk,” or other milk greatly 
diluted, with a fair sprinkling of arrow-root, 
sugar, and a very little “essence” of vanilla, 
strawberry, &e., compose the “ ingrejents” 
of modern ice-cream. 
Horrible Death. — Gored by a Bull. —On 
Saturday morning, about eight o’clock, a 
Mrs. Ackerman, about sixty years of age, 
came to her death in the following horrible 
manner : The deceased resided on a farm 
owned by Mrs. Bailey, in Upper St. Clair 
township, nearly opposite this city. On Sat¬ 
urday morning her son was absent from the 
farm serving his city customers with milk, 
and the other members of the family were 
busily engaged in the fields harvesting. On 
returning about nine o’clock the son discov¬ 
ered his mother lying on the ground a short 
distance from the house. A bull which was 
kept on the farm had attacked and complete¬ 
ly disemboweled her. The animal had a 
portion of the deceased’s entrails hanging on 
his horns, which indicated the savage brutal¬ 
ity with which the attack was made.— Pitts¬ 
burgh Chronicle. 
EXTRAORDINARY MARRIAGE. 
Our readers will remember that some time 
since we stated that it was very usual for la¬ 
dies to institute suits for breech of marriage 
promise but that no instance of such a suit 
in which the gentleman was the plaintiff had 
fallen within the range of our observation or 
reading. The following facts may lead to 
such a denouement : 
’^Squire John Bradsher of Pearson County, 
N. C., had been a widower for only a few 
months. After the loss of his partner he was 
left sadly oppressed with the unwonted lone¬ 
liness of his situation, and naturally fell into 
the habit of visiting a Miss Franky Lea of 
the neighborhood by way of dispelling his 
gloom. It is not inhuman nature for two 
persons of different sexes, with warm impul¬ 
ses and throbbing hearts, to associate constan¬ 
tly and intimately without becoming trongly 
attached the one to the other. The thought at 
first, perhaps, entered the brain of neither. 
But Miss Franky, as is the saying, had the 
quills. Twelve thousand was her dowry. 
This, with other attractions, (for, mind you, 
she was only 57,) operated like magic on the 
ardent nature of the squire, who, though in 
his seventieth year, was rejuvenized by the 
inspiration of Miss Franky’s smile. He 
therefore found no difficulty in making up 
his mind to marry her if he could. He pro¬ 
posed—she accepted. The morning of 
Saturday, the 14th July just passed, at 8 
o’clock, was fixed on for the marriage. The 
’squire procured his -license, paid an extra 
price for it in view of the expected accession 
to his wealth, employed a parson, rigged 
himself off in a suit of black, and made every 
other imaginable preliminary arrangement 
for the ceremony which was to consummate 
his bliss. 
The daughters of Mr. Samuel Johnson, an¬ 
other widower of the neighborhood, were in¬ 
vited to the wedding. Johnson was only 57 
—Miss Franky’s age exactly. They had 
been children together ; and while they were 
both quite young they had loved. He was 
not satisfied that she and the squire should 
marry. On Friday evening, the day before 
the expected wedding, seeing a neighbor 
passing his house he hailed him. The neigh¬ 
bor found Johnson very much excited and 
disturbed. Johnson stated to him that he 
could not bear the thought of Miss Franky’s 
marrying ’squire Bradsher, and that he want¬ 
ed him to go to Miss Franky at once and 
say to her for him that if she preferred mar¬ 
rying him to Squire Bradsher she could do 
so. The neighbor insisted on his writing to 
her a letter to this effect, offering to deliver 
it. “ No,” says he, “ I am “ entirely too 
nervous to hold a pen. You must go and 
“ deliver the message.” Finally he consent¬ 
ed and repaired to Miss Franky’s residence, 
charged wfith las message of love. Miss 
Franky, in reply, authorized him to say to 
Mr. Johnson that if he would get ready to 
marry her at sunrise the next morning she 
would marry him. 
It was then late in the afternoon. Having 
no time to spare, he put off under whip and 
spur to Roxborrough, the county seat, for 
his license, and at the same moment started 
off a servant to Leasburg for a parson. The 
servant took care not to inform the minister 
what it was his master wanted of him but 
only said that his services were imperatively 
required at sunrise the next morning. 
Mr. Johnson, the minister who had been 
engaged to officiate, and the friend who had 
borne the messages of love between Miss 
Franky and the bridegroom, were at their 
post at the appointed hour. The marriage 
rites were performed, and Miss Franky Lea 
became Mrs. Franky Johnson. 
An hour afterward ’Squire Bradsher and 
his retinue were to come. Accordingly the 
bride hastily addressed a note to the’Squire, 
informing him that she was no longer Miss 
Franky Lea but Mrs. Franky Johnson, and 
that he need not trouble himself any further 
about her. 
The astonished yet incredulous ’squire 
could not believe the note authentic, but re¬ 
garded it as a hoax attempted to be practiced 
upon him by some of the wild young men of 
the neighborhood. To settle the matter he 
hastened over to see his inamorata. Arrived 
in her presence he presented the note to her 
and inquired if she wrote it. She replied In 
the affirmative. Incensed at her faithless¬ 
ness, he indulged (who that is mortal would 
notl) in bitter complaints of her ill-treat¬ 
ment. (Johnson meantime in the next room, 
reclining on a sofa, cosily smoking his pipe, 
and listening with more of merriment than 
resentment to the imprecations heaped upon 
his bride.) Indeed, having foiled his com¬ 
petitor while in the very act of plucKing the 
fruit for which he so much yearned, he could 
well afford to endure the pain of a few bitter 
reproaches. 
After a free ebullition of his indignation, 
the ’squire retired, resolved, as our inform¬ 
ant tells us, upon a resort to the law to 
staunch his heart wounds, and heal, as far 
as possible, his bruised and lacerated affec 
tions. 
Having derived these facts from undoubted 
authority, they may be regarded as true to 
the letter. _ 
A Noble Girl. —The body of Miss Elliott, 
the young lady who was drowned with her 
father while bathing at Coney Island, N. Y. 
harbor, has been recovered ; her lover swam 
to her assistance, but finding that from her 
additional weight both were likely drown, 
she loosed her hold of his garments, and per¬ 
ished, although he entreated her to cling to 
him to the last. She was of great personal 
beauty and superior mind, and proved her¬ 
self a heroine, choosing death to risking the 
life of her affianced partner. A monument 
of the purest marble should be erected on 
the shore to her memory.— Lowell Journal. 
Lord Byron’s partiality towards America 
is well known, but, perhaps was never more 
strongly expressed than in a letter to Tom 
Moore, when he observes, “ I would rather 
have a nod from an American than a snuff 
box from an Emperor.” 
