The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-05-24

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you, had not turned her out. should have turned
you out was his Grace's conclusive reply
A Horse SToRY.-An application was lately
made to :!ie Legislature of Alabama for charter
to Botanico Medical College at Wetumpka, in
that State. The bill for that purpose had gone TO
its third reading with every prospect of its final
passage, when story told by one of the members
with great gravity and much comic effect, did for
it what all the arguments of its opponents failed to
accomplish, and gave 1t its quietus. The Mobile
Register gives the narrative thus
| After Speaker Moore and others had made able
speeches in support Of the bill, Mr. Morrise, from
Monroe, took the floor You know him. He is
an odd genius, ard withal has good horse sense,
(as his colleague, Mr.. Howard, calls it,) and often
speaks to the point and with effect. With an i'm
perturbsble gravity he addressed the house in sub
stance as follows: "Mr Speaker, | cannot support
this bill, unless am assured that distinguished
acquaintance of mine is made one of the profes-
sorS. He is what that College wishes to make for
became doctor in two hours, and it only cost
twenty dollars to complete his education. He
bought book, sir, and read the chapter on fevers
and that was enough. He was sent for to see
sick woman-a very sick woman. With his book
under his arm off he went Her husband and
their son John were in the room with the sick wo-
man. The doctor felt of her wrist, and looked in
her mouth, and then took # his hat HAS you
got, addressing the husband, a sorrel sheep;'-
No, never heard Of such thing in all my life ,
Well, there is such things, said the doctor, very
knowingly. 6 Has you got then a sorrel horse"
= Yes said John, quickly, Il rode him to mill
to-day Well, he must be killed Immediately
said the doctor, and some soup must be made and
given 10 your wife, The poor woman turned
over in her bed. John began to object, and the
husband was brought TO a stand. Why, doctor,
he is the only horse we've got, and he is worth
oac hundred dollars; and will not some other soup
do as well?' No, the book says so, and there is
but too questions-will you kill your horse, or let
your wife die' Nothing will save her but the
soup OF a sorrcl sheep sorrelhorse If you don't
believe me, will read 1t to you. The doctor took
up the book turned 10 the chapter on fevers, and
read as follows: Good for fevers, sheep sorrel or
horse sorrel.' Why, DOCTOR exclaimed the hus-
band, wife and son, you are mistaken, that don't
mean sorrel sheep or sorrel horse; but We'll,
| know what am about interrupted the doctor,
that's the way we docto rs read it; ard we under
stands it, Now" SAID Mr.. Morrisett, with an
earuestness and gravity that were in striking con-
trast with the laughter of the house, "unless the
honorable Speaker and the friends of this bill will
assure me that my sorrel doctor, will be of the
professors, | must vote ag inst the bill" 1t Es
unnecessary to add. that after this blow the bill
never kicked, 1t was effectualy killed
A RIFLE SHOOTING SToRY-A correspondent
has furnished Us with the following details of
scene which caused the llveest merriment at the
time We let him tell his own story:
During the summer of 1925, the New York
Rifle Club met weekly at the Thatched Cottage,
Jersey City, for rifle practice. One day when the
club was making excellent shooting, stranger
introduced himself and commenced criticiSing our
mode Of shooting, 1--WE were shooting from rest
He conceived rest shooting perfectly ridiculous
Gentlemen, said he, Col. Smith, neighbor of
mine, will make better shooting off hand than you
are making at rest!' .Indeed' remarked COL
H, what can your friend do at off hand shoot
ing? Why, sir, at the distance o. one hundred
yards, he can hit twenty-five cent piece nine
times out of ten! He can hit ten cent piece
five times out of seven! have seen him hit
five cent piece five times in successon!' 'Were
the pieces thrown up or stationary" inquired Col
H. oh, they were stationary answered the
stranger. well, SIR observed Col. H, Il
don't see any thing very remarkable in Col. Smiths
shooting; if he had hit those twenty five. ten and
five cent pieces, when they were flying in the air,
it would be considered good shooting, but to hit
them when stationary it is no shooting at all!'-
lndeed!' responded the stranger. why, SIR
says Colonel H, { I belong to a rifle company
IN Vermont, one hundred strong, called the Noun.
tain Peak Rangers our captain takes out every
week to practice, he draws us up in single file, and
setting a cider carre rolling down steep hill, we
commence shooting right TO lett, by file at the bung
hole as il comes up. You know, stranger, this is
pretty quick work. We then shoot by sections,
then by platoons, and lastly by company. After
the shooting is over, our captain examines the
barrel, and if he finds single shot that did not
enter the bung hole, the member who fired it is
expelled and assure you, sir, that have belong
ed to this company eight years, and there has not
been single member expelled since have been
a membern
The stranger looked unutterable things and left
in double quick time. We were never troub-
led with him after.
w m. T. AU n Y T. r.