didn't know anything about this jug.
Turning to those present he said: "This is some horrid nightmare." The
expressman said it was no nightmare, it was whisky. Wheeler said if the
charges were paid he would take it, and taking the jug out doors he raised
it high in the air and dashed it upon the pavement, amid the applause of
his friends. At this point Hon. Wm. T. Price come along, and was told what
had happened. He looked at the amber liquid oozing down between the stones
on the pavement, put his finger in some of it, smelled of it,
touched it to his tongue, and turning to the yet pale and excited
Reverend, he said:

"Wheeler, you have maintained a noble principle, but you have destroyed
four gallons of the d--dest finest maple syrup that was ever brewed in
Clark county."

It was true, Doc. French and Tom Reed, of Neillsville, two good friends of
the Rev. Wheeler, had sent him the syrup, knowing that he could use it in
his family, and being jokers they had put the Bourbon card on the jug,
just for fun, with the alleged result above stated. Temperance men should
always smell of the cork, at least, before smashing the jug. We have
practiced that a good many years, and never lost a gallon of maple syrup.

ANNA DICKINSON AS MAZEPPA!

Anna Dickinson is to go upon the stage, and it is said that she will open
in San Francisco, in the play of "Mazeppa." If there is any society for
the prevention of cruelty to animals on the Pacific coast, we trust before
Anna is tied on the wild horse of Tartary, that some one will see to it
that a cushion is put on the back of the horse.

GOOD TEMPLARS ON ICE.

We like to see young Good Templars have a hankering after cold water,
bright water; but when a Juvenile Lodge about to start on a picnic,
deliberately loads a hunk of ice belonging to _The Sun_ into an omnibus,
we feel like reaching for the basement of their roundabouts with a piece
of clapboard.

BOUNCED FROM CHURCH FOR DANCING.

The Presbyterian synod at Erie, Pa., has turned a lawyer named Donaldson
out of the church. The charge against him was not that he was a lawyer, as
might be supposed, but that he had danced a quadrille. It does not seem to
us as though there could be anything more harmless than dancing a cold
blooded quadrille. It is a simple walk around, and is not even exercise.
Of course a man can, if he chooses, get in extra steps enough to keep his
feet warm, but we contend that no quadrille, where they o