State are
amongst us feeling the pangs of hunger. No more shall we be compelled
to watch the hard looking citizens who frequent the reading room of the
association for fear they will enter our office in the still watches of
the night and sleep on the carpet with their boots on.

They are all gone. They have gone across the beautiful river, and have
camped near the _Christian Statesman_ office, where all is pure and good
except the houses over on Second street, beyond the livery stable, where
they never will be molested if they do not go there.

Will they be treated any better in their new home than they have been
with us? Will they have that confidence in their new neighbors that
they have always seemed to have in us? Well, we hope they may be always
happy, and continue to do good, and when they come to die and go to St.
Peter's gate, if there is any back talk, and they have any trouble about
getting in, the good old doorkeeper is hereby assured that we will vouch
for the true goodness and self-sacrificing devotion of the Milwaukee
Young Men's Christian association, and he is asked to pass them in and
charge it up to the _Sun_.

THE SUDDEN FIRE-WORKS AT RACINE.

One of those Fourth of July accidents that are always looked for but
seldom occur, happened at Racine, Monday night, which struck terror to
the hearts and other portions of the bodies of many eminent citizens,
and that none were killed we can all thank Providence, who tempers the
fire-works to the sweaty citizen in his shirt sleeves. The enterprising
citizens had contributed a large sum of money, which had been
judiciously expended in all kinds of fire-works, and one side of the
public square was given up to the display.

Thousands of citizens had gathered there, from city and country, and
bright Roman candles shone o'er fair men and brave women, and sixteen
thousand nine hundred and twelve hearts beat happy, while music arose
with its voluptuous swell, and soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake
again, or words to that effect. At least that was what a young fellow
from Racine told us, who was there to see a specialist to have a
splinter from a rocket stick removed from his ear.

A few pieces had been shot off, a few bunches of crackers had had their
tails tied together and been hung over a wire clothes line, like cats,
to fight it out, and the crowd was holding its breath for the next boom,
when there was an explosion; the earth seemed to tremble