The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1854-12-23


How TO MANUFACTURE MoNIED INSTITUTION
The Albany knickerbocker. in a funny arti-
tcle on mushroom banking. as practiscd in
New York, gives sketch of the process of
founding. using and demolishing bubble
bank, which has quite as much truth US humOr
in it. Here it is:
Mr.. Gay. of the firm of Gay & Doom, wants
seventy five thousand dollars to buy two-thirds
of the Gray Flumix Railroad. Gays whole
capital however. consists of only fifty thou
sand dollars, while no bank in the city will
discount his note for a shilling. This being the
case, what does Gay do? Why he comes up to
Albany, deposits fifty thousand dollars worth
of State Stocks. and goes to New York and
opens bank, for 1.-The development of the bus
iness" Of this that or the other ward. The
business men of the ward look upon Gay as q
god send-as an individual who has brou ght an
amount of capital into their district that will
double the value Of their property three times
week Green, the grocer, makes Gays bank
his place of deposit. Mutton.thc butcher, does
| the same. These are followed by other ..busi-
ness men" until Gay finds himself in posses
sion of some eighty thousand dollars. the whole
deposited by gentleman who wish Ito build up
tie Ward"
This sum- added to the capital of the bank
gives Gay all the funds he required to purchase
u ontrOlinS interest in the Grand FlumiX
Railroad. Gay accordingly takes it into his
head that he will retire from business. He i'm
mediatcly shuts up shop and publishes card
in the next days Herald. stating that Did
ellington Bank has been victim to Wall street
conspiracy The depositors are thundcr-
struck. Old Beesway, the dry goods dealer
goes crazy several gentlemen blow their brains
out, and in few days the Darlington Bank is
forgotten in the still larger rascalitics con-
ncctcd with Bragg's Bank on Owcmorc Ave
nue..
POWER OF TIE IMAGINATIoN.-Dr. Noble. in a
very able analyt teal lecture at Manchester, on
the Dramatic Influence of Ideas" told good
anccdotc of NJ BOutibous French savan, in
illustration of the power of Imagination. DR..
Nnh,n says
NJ. Bout!bous served in Napolcon's army and
was present in many engagements during the
carly part OF the present century. At the bat
tie of Wagram. in 1909. he was engaged in the
fray. The ranks around him had been terribly
thinned with shot, and at sunset he was nearly
isolated. While reloading his muskct he was
shot down by a cannon ball His impression
was. that the bail had passed through his leys
below the knee. separating them from the
thighs. for he suddenly sank down. shortened
as he believed, to the extent of about Il foot in
measurement The trunk Ofthc body fell back
wards on the ground. and the senses we're ON
paralyzed by the shock. Thus he lay motion
less amongst the wounded and the dead during
the rest of the night, not daring to move mus
Gle lest the loss of blood should be fatally in
creased. He felt no pain but this he attributed
to the stunning effect of the shock to the brain
and nervous system. at early dawn he was
aroused by one OF the medical staff, who CANE
around to help the wounded.
Whats the matter with you, my good fell
low - said the surgeon.
"Ah touch me tcndcrly," replied NJ Bout
bous, - beseech yu! A cannon ball has car
red off my legs!'
The surgeon examined the limbs referred TO-
and then. giving him good shake, said with a
joyous laugh:
Get up with you! You have nothing the
matter with you! -
NJ BontiLous Immediately sprung up in utter
establishment. and stood firmly on the legs
which he thought he had lost forever.
Il felt more thankful" said NJ. Boutibous,
than had ever done in the whole course of
my life before. had not a wound about me |.
had, indeed. been shot down by an immense
cannon ball. but instead ofpassing through the
legs. as firmly believed it had. the ball passed
under my feet. and had ploughed hole in the
earth beneath. at least foot in depth, into
which my fecl suddenly sank. giving me the
idea that had been thus shortened by the loss
of my legs!'
The truth of this story is vouchcd for by DR..
Noble.
"YoU HAVEN'T, HAVE Yor ?'-Whilc in a
certain store. the other day, we noticed neat
looking old lady enter with basket on her
arm. and spectacles on her nose. looking for all
the world as if she had just popped ont of a
band-boX. so clean and tidy she. She step
pea up to the counter. I'D the following dia-
logue took place between her and the clerk
Q. L.-'io haven't any butter. have Won .,
C.-"ies, ma'am some nice and fresh, Just
received"
c. L." You don't sell it at twenty five cents
yet. do you?'
C.-That's our price ma'am."
o. L." You couldn't let me have a connie
Of pounds. could you.'
c." Oh. certainly" Taking her plate. he
weighed out the butter. and she threw down a