. New England farmer, and horticultural register. mself, actually sufferedthe lunatic, who but a minute before was thirstingfor the blood of a fellow-creature, to shave him. JVbhody to Blame At a meeting of the survi-vors of a blow up on one of the western rivers,when the report was, as usual, that no blamecould be attached to any of the officers of the boat,a Yankee submitted the following resolutions inaddition : Resolved, That nobodys to blame but the biler. Resolved, Tliat the biler knew better than to goon a bu.it. Resolved, That we reckon it got just about whatit deserved for blowin up i
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. New England farmer, and horticultural register. mself, actually sufferedthe lunatic, who but a minute before was thirstingfor the blood of a fellow-creature, to shave him. JVbhody to Blame At a meeting of the survi-vors of a blow up on one of the western rivers, when the report was, as usual, that no blamecould be attached to any of the officers of the boat, a Yankee submitted the following resolutions inaddition : Resolved, That nobodys to blame but the biler. Resolved, Tliat the biler knew better than to goon a bu.it. Resolved, That we reckon it got just about whatit deserved for blowin up ia such a scowrageousmanner.—Mail. Pathetic.—A country editor thus gives vent tohis sorrows, in breathing numbers— Oh, ever thus from childhoods hour, Ve ve seen our fondest hoprs decay j Ve never raised a caif or cow, orHen that laid an egg a day, But it vas marked and took avay ! Ve never fed a sucking pig, To glad U9 villi its sunny eye, Bui ven twas grown up fal and big, And fit to roast, or boil, or try— Ve could nt find it in ihe sty !. An Old Turtle.—An correspondent of the Na-tional Intelligencer writes: 1 send you an ac-count of an old land turtle, for which I think therewas some inquiry a few montlis since. A p«rt ofthe account is taken from the Massachusetts Ga-zeteer, an old publication : In 17t)3, Shubael Thompson found a land tur-tle marked on the shell, J. W. 1740, (supposed tobe John Williams, who lived in the neigliboihoodat that time.) It had lost one foot. He markedhis initials and let it go. It was again found andmarked by Elijah Clapp, in 1773, by Wm. Shaw, in 1775, by Jonathan Soiile, in 1734, by JonathanSoule, in 1790, Zcnas Smith, in 1791, and by Eli-jah Soule, in 1810. About fifteen years ago, it was found by Jona-than Soule, and again by liim the present year, July, 1843. Mr Soule kept it several days, and itwas seen by a number of persons. T here is nodoubt but It is the same first marked by John Wil-liams ninetysix years ago. Most of the marks a