The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1864-12-06 00:00:00

•.CBTIIII3 EVIL

The inhabitants of Turton.street promoted • me.
:Dori.' to the Board, urging that something might be
done to remedy the present diegraoeful state a the
street and pavement.—Mr. Howard mid the Board had
notions to do with the atreet. It was • private one, and
had never been dedicated to the public

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Memorials were also laid before the Board from the
inhabitants of Terminasotreet end Iliehmond•terrsos,
similar to that froth Turtoo-street. These it appwed
were alto private street., bet, b. ing in proximity to the
railway etatiou,the matter was referred toe oosomittee.

The following tencle-ni-Ve-re—o-pc"ned for the repair of
13oncIatreet. Mr. T. Dodeon, with Purbeck stnne
£149. with Keynton, 457 10a. ; Mr. W. If. Williams,
Purbeck, 1:132 ; Keynton, £103; Mr. It &innlda,
Purbeck, £160; Kenton, £169. Mr. Williams' tender,
for Keynton stone, was accepted.
After tranaacting some business of e very trifling
ohatacter, the Board separated.

PORTLAND AND THE PORTLANDERS -THE
-VERNE,"--THE BARRACKS-SOLDIERS
AND THEIR AMUSEMENTS-LOVE ON
ITS FIRST LEGS-A SONG AND A SIGH.

Top o' the Hill, Portland.
DCA It Dies, —I hadn't a squatted myself down
anion the Portlanders more than a week or an,
when, being of in enquiring disposition, I was
never easy unites I was poking my noes here, there,
and everywhere. Here are a few items of what I
have seen. The convicts number about 1600, and
aided by native labour, have dug such • trench
around the "Verne" citadel that Lam sure the very
sight of it would deter the most sanguine of French•
men from endeavouring to take it, even by a coup
dc•moia. inside, and on the "Vein." Wracks
have lately been erected—the only feat with which
can find is, that were one to remain here for a
month of Sundays, be would never have the
pleasure of discovering • single ray a the
sun's beams brightening up the black
looking building. Of *arse the sun shines here
now and then—every Tuesday, I believe— but it
seams his 'fir/teem, pays only a balloon visit to
" Under the bill," not thinking for a moment that
we on the top are obliged to wear Hires pairs of
socks on each foot to keep the frost from our Mi.
fortunate feet. So you see what a selfish orb our
shiner is, and all the harm l wish him is that he may
soon be er/ipted. There are three companies of the
b7th " Faugh•mßallaghs" quartered Isere, whom
duty it is, in the first place, to take charge of the
barracks, and secondly, to make sure that none of
the convicts fall over the cliff, If • convict should
be seen in snob imminent danger by • sentry, he
(the sentry) would coolly remain where he was; but
I have an idea that be would sends messenger after
the convict in the shape of an elongated bullet, slid
with such effect, too, that • 'mond telegram of the
sort wouldn't be considered necessary. The "Faugha"
amuse themselves in a variety of ways. Sims the
cricket meson has passed away, several of the
men have provided themselves with fishing lines. I
was • visitor at the Breakwater last evening, and en-
joyed the fun thoroughly. "Easy I easy I Bill I"
cries one, "I feel • bite!" " Dou you," queried
• stalwart Emerald.,? "So do 1, and there it is for
you," landing at my very feet a conger eel, almost
as long, and twice as strong as your humble servant.
I saw another man put down his line; in a minute
he declared be had a " tag," and so he had erith a
vengeance; his "conger" book bad fastened in arock,
and the beet of it was, no argument could convince
him at the time that it wasn't • wager, and nothing
else but • conger. After a dome vigorous palls be
succeeded in hauling up his line minus the book;
so having tied on • new one, he tried spin, a adder,
but it is to be hoped, a wiser mac. " Quid,olle "
whatever that is, is the favourite bait, Ma if the
shade of Sir lamb Walton had been hovering about
last night, he might get a wrinkle in conger fishing
that would astonish his weak nerves. The eels
here—l mean outside the Breakwater—are
so fastidious in their taste that nothing
but this mysterious "quiddle" will make them open
their jaws, though, goodness knows, 'tis anytlung
but a bonne touch* as far as its a is eo
eiders& lam sorry to say that, wtPeTreon.lnek the
"soft seeder," or whether the site of my noes is
against me, 1 have made bet little head-way in bee
matters since my Isek I dram up to the nines, wear
• cut-away coat., • Prentili hat, and patent leather
boot& I curl my hair, point my moustache, use
°dont*, kalydor, and all the "thousand and one" pre-
parations calculated to make an ugly man look hand-
tome ; still I am almost "nowhere" in the affections
of my inamorata. My spirits are at :two I will try
what • song may do to give theme lift. lime goes