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Show CORINNE. Corinne, Sept. 29th, 1872. Editors Herald: I am spending my Sabbath in that apparently out of the way nook in the 1 erriwry tho city of C'orinne. "City," forsooth! Well, wo never : know the exact size a babe might grow, but when and bow this will expand into in-to a deeent-looking town are my present pres-ent mental queries. There are no monotonous rows of shade trees to break tho view of its haudsome streets and imposing buildings, build-ings, and as gardens or in fact verdure ver-dure of any kind are few and very far b tween, none of those incessantly running streamlets are requisite that are found so annoying in some lew other eitii-s. The place is not dull far from it lor as 1 (strolled along the main street of the ony, my ears were- charmed with the sweet u-usio of tbe bulla of tuu opposition churches, clanging and tiuklmg with all their might to see which would be most bucccsnful in calling call-ing in tbe greatest nuinber of sinners. Eaoh has been rewarded, for during the fifteen minutes that 1 watched 1 counted two persons enter one church, and four the other that with the loudest bell. I am ashamed to cay that I did not enter either edifice, but cuotioued my stroll, stilt oh armed with other sweet sounds to wit, the dulcet click of tbe billiard bull, the heavy roll of its ten pin brother, joined in with the resounding blacksmith's chorus. If some houses are placed backside front to the publio Btreet, and every alternate store is empty, still, no matter, for those that are occupied are ! all open, and if the talk made is any ! criterion, the proprietor's must bedoing a roarwg business, and what must it be ou ordinary days? I must not forget for-get to mention that the inhabitants are strictly moral, for tho post oibue and book-store are closely shut up on this day of rest. The favorite walk is to the river bide; none of those abominable abomin-able macadamized roads like in your city, but nice, floury, soft and silent dust, in which a person can cover his feet at eaoh step from the rays of the scorching bun; and, although the atmosphere at-mosphere is oloudy with the rising particles of mother earth, slill we should remember it is nature a covering and the river is hard by; and wc ought to be thankful, you know. Damfiani! The bank of the river is the resort of ardent lovers of tho line and book, composed chiefly of the juvenile popu lation, who with line and hook, and no thought of book, pass the Sabbath's happy hours away. The people here aro sociable and fair dealing. As an instance, a Chinese citizen only asked me fifty cents to wash a shirt. But this liberality might be aa exception. JDear Herald, I am not unkind or morose or selfish, but I am so longing for Monday morn to arrive ; not that 1 wish to leave this spot "endeared by all its memories 1' 9 But "business is businoss," you know; 60 until then 1 will lay me down and dream the weary hours away. Your own Tim Todd. P.S. I now know why in tho last political canvass this spot was selected for a pow wow by tho defeated aspirants. aspi-rants. P P.S.- Scarcely awake from my noonday siesta, as X approach tbe street my eyesight is startled by a glaring writing on the wall. Yes, there is fixed an enormous streamer bearing the dreadful word "polygamy." I approach with fear and awe, and by the help of a smaller poster alongside, I discover No ! Can it be true ? Yes, in truth I She is going to divulge, diport, and disgust ou Wednesday night. T. T. |