An old story new-vamped.
Two Irishmen, on landing in this country and setting down to their first dinner on shore, found on the table a dish of prepared mustard, which neither of them had ever happened to meet before. One of them took a spoonful at a venture, which quickly brought a deluge of tears over his face. "What are you crying for?" asked his companion. "I was crying at the recollection of my poor father, who was hung twenty years ago." The dinner proceeded, and soon the other made a dip into the mustard, with a result similar to the former. "What are you crying for?" was the grave inquiry of his comrade. "I am crying because you were not hung when your father was."
At Birmingham, Conn. on Tuesday of last week, some young men, while hunting in the woods, discovered a den of crawling reptiles, counting seventy-six in number, and measuring three pecks, dry measure. They were too much chilled to be harmful, and were put into a box to be sent to "this market."
Among those who were killed or wounded at the storming of Monterey are said to be 48 by the name of Williams, whence it has been said that the Mexicans have been remarkably prompt in settling Taylor's Bills.