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Show Bush op Blue Fish. The New Y"ork ITera'd has a letter of recent date from Mannahand river, which sa's : The only news of importance or interest in-terest at this point is that of the great invasion of this bay, between Barnegat and Little Esrg Harbor inlet, by vast numbers of blucfish and mossbunkers. They came in at Barnegat inlet last week, sweeping through the bay, over fiats as well as through the channel, driving millions of bushels of bunkers before them and fiiiing our coves, creeks, ditches and ponds in the meadows mead-ows full. They continued on their course down the bay as tar as Little Egg Harbor inlet. At that place they drove shad on shore so that people eathered them up by wagon loads. The blucfish were very large. weighing seven pounds and over. Thousands of bushels of bunkers have been gathered gath-ered the pat week along our shore, and the people are applying them to their land. Such a sight has never been known by the oldest inhabitant. They lay in creeks, ponds, cVc, along our meadows two feet duep, so you can take a common fork and pitch them into your boat or throw them on the bank. In some places they lay in win-roivs win-roivs on the meadows where the tide has taken them, so they take large large wood scows alonidii an I load them. If we had a railroad here, instead in-stead of applying those large bluefi.-h to cur lands, we would send them on to your market. People are making I money here selling what they can at I twenty cents a bu.-hel. The Power of Music A corres pnndent of the Utiea JJeml'l writes ti that paper as follows: '"We do not remember to have heard of a more in teiesting episode in the life of anv art-i-t since the days of the great Jenny Lind than that of Miss Kellogg, at the state lunatic asylum, a few days since. The circumstance speaks volumes vol-umes for the kindness of heart and genuine humanity of .this great artist. Not content, as some of the fenus ir-ritahile ir-ritahile of a lower ord 3r of art would have been, to dole out a few notes to the better classes of patients that could be assembled for the purpose, she aked the doctor to be allowed to penetrate to the interior and sing to ' the most disturbed classes. Accompanied by two of the faculty, their ladies and the matron, and armed only with her gui'ar. she started like a.a ancient troubadour on her novel journey. Arriving Ar-riving in the department devoted to the more disturbed of this unfoituuate class, she was not long in making her power felt.' A few notes from her wonderful voice were sufficient to call order out of the wildest contusion, and to still the troubled waters of the soul. In a moment all was hushed, and, except the voice of the canta-trice, canta-trice, the hall was silent as the house ol death. After tne first song, they gathered about her like children, wondering won-dering apparently what angel from heaven had dropped down so suddenly and unexpectedly un-expectedly among them. They examined her minutely and literally, from the crown of her head to the sole of her foot, for one desired to be allowed to 'see the pretty little boot with which she beat time to her own musie.' This was submitted to, and not only this, but every article of dress and jewelry about her person she suf fered to be freely overhauled. She was turned about bv these crazy ladies like a merchant's lay figure, much to her amusement, and little, apparent ly, to her annoyance. Even when they proposed to kiss her, she not only submitted gracefully, but tremulous, not with fear, but genuine emotion, she returned the greeting in each instance. in-stance. Such is Clara Louise Kellogg, and such, also, is the power of music and kindness on the disturbed mind." |
