[From _Prenticeana_ (New York, 1859)]
James Ray and John Parr have started a locofoco paper in Maine, called
the _Democrat_. Parr, in all that pertains to decency, is below zero;
and Ray is below Parr.
The editor of the ---- speaks of his "lying curled up in bed these
cold mornings." This verifies what we said of him some time ago--"he
lies like a dog."
A young widow has established a pistol gallery in New Orleans. Her
qualifications as a teacher of the art of duelling are of course
undoubted; she has killed her man.
Wild rye and wild wheat grow in some regions spontaneously. We believe
that wild oats are always sown.
"What would you do, madam, if you were a gentleman?" "Sir, what would
you do if you were one?"
Whatever Midas touched was turned into gold; in these days, touch a
man with gold and he'll turn into anything.