by ordinary arithmetic, far more ready, and which, in their every-day transactions, every body used; but official routine looked upon these notched sticks as part of the Constitution, and the Exchequer still continued to be kept by these willow tallies. But toward the end of the reign of George III., it occurred to some innovating and revolutionary spirit to suggest the abolition of this barbarous custom, and immediately all the red tape in all the public departments turned redder at the idea of so bold a conception; and it was not until the year 1826 that the custom of keeping these Exchequer accounts by willow tallies ceased. In 1834 it was found that a large accumulation of these tallies had grown up in the course of time, and the question arose what was to be done with these old worm-eaten, useless bits of wood? They were housed at Westminster. Common sense would have suggested that they should have been given to some of the poor miserable people who abounded in that neighborhood for fire-wood; but official routine could not endure that; and, accordingly, an order was given that they should be burned privately. They were burned in | a stove in the House of Lords; but the stove, being overheated with them, set fire to the paneling of the room, the paneling set fire to the House of Lords, the House of Lords set fire to the House of Commons, and the two Houses were reduced to ashes."

Thus each one chimed in,

That he thought it a sin

With such nauseous new friends to be dwelling:
With cough-stuff and senna,
Ipecacuanha!

And vile asafoetida smelling;
What with hartshorn and "ile,"

And stuff for the bile,

And many a quack mixture cried up:
And nasty black leaches,
Each stomach it retches,

And one really brings his inside up.

The foregoing would seem to indicate that many places have become very sickly since the passage of the Maine Law, which "were not so before." Some have even gone so far as to quote Saint Paul in favor of wine as remedy for a very "popular" ailment under the new law:

"Take a little wine for the stomach-ache!"

Ir is not often that we encounter any thing which combines pathos and poetry to the same marvelous extent as in the following doleful ballad. We give but part of it, including one catastrophe, that of murder. The subsequent trial and execution of the criminal would be too much to bear at once. It is a choice specimen of Hoosier literature; and what is more, is from the pen of a schoolmaster:

A SONG.

Burgh, Dearborn County, and Indiana. Wrote by Josiah I. Cooper, Aug. 17, A.D. 1831, Clinton County, Indiana. Ye sons of Columbia your attention I crave

Whilst a sorrowful Dity I tell

Humph!" said Brandy the Bold,

I'm condemned to be sold

No more in the way of a frolic;

Only this very day,

A chap over the way,

To procure me, pretended a colic.

When I saw myself pass

In an ounce-measure glass,

I felt such a measure improper;

And with anger I vow,

For I've not a cork now,

I exploded, and blew out my stopper."
"Faugh!" said Port-"only think
That such comforting drink

As I'm well known to be, should see a
Metamorphose so strange,
And, oh! terrible change!

Note my name in the Pharmacopeia.

To be sure, I am sold

Just as much as of old,

To many a 'dry' dropping-in gent. :

Who makes a wry face,

Says, 'Mine's a bad case,

Just give me a pint of Astringent."" "That's how they take me in,"

Then out-gurgled Gin,

"As cock-tail' or 'sling' I'm not lawful; But for spasms' or 'giddiness,'

Or pains in the kidneys,

The way that I'm swallowed is awful!"

"True!" quoth Rum; "just to see

How the patients bolt me,

With a phiz as if I was emetic:

And, by way of a sham,

Pass me off as a flam,

By calling me Diaphoretic."

Which happened of late in the Indiana State

On a hero who many did excele
Like Sampson he courted and made choice of the fair
Intending to make her his Wife

But she like Delilah when his heart she did ensnare
Oh she cost him both his honor and his Life

A gold wring he gave her in token of love

On the poesy was the image of the Dove

And mutually agreed for to marry with Speed
For she promised by the powers above

His deportment was lovely he was handsome and trim
No man was more Loyal and Brave

But I am sorry for to say instead of a wedding day
Poor Fuller lies silent in the grave

For this feeble minded maid she Vowed again to Wead
With young Warren a liver in that place

Which was a fatal blow for it prooved his overthrow
And added to her shame and disgrace

For Satan through the hands of the Woman laid a snare

To deprive these two heroes of their lives

So young men be cautious be wise and be ware

Of your Vows when you are coarting of your Wives

For when Fuller came to hear that he was deprived of his dear

Whom he had vowed by the powers for to Wead
Straight to Warren he did go with his heart so full of Woe
And smiling unto him he said

Young man you have injured me to gratify your cause
By Reporting I have left a prudent wife

Oh acknowledge you have wronged me or tho I Break the

law

Oh Warren I'le deprive you of your life!

Then Warren he Replied your Request must be denied Unto your darling my heart it is bound

And further I can say this is my wedding day

In spite of all the heroes in Town

Then fuller by the passion of Love and anger bound

Alas it caused many for to cry

For at one fatal shot he killed Warren on the spot
And smiling said I am Willing for to Die