The Nevada journal., 1856-10-03

of the awful drubbihg they experienced
the night previous at Grass Valley from
Hall, they would not consent. Not
wishing to disturb the meeting, the
Fillmore Club adjournedt to another part
of the city. A great time they had of
it too. Saturday night puts Nevada
county on her feet and all right.
Ny LAST LoTTBRY.--It was in No
vember, of the year 1S43, as near as /
can recollect, that my last lottery, as l
call it, was opened. / was sitting with
my dear wife, of blessed memory, in my
little parlor on Canal street, that over
looked the traffic on the Hudson river,
one cold, dismal evening. reviewing the
affairs of the past day, and cogitating in
my mind how | could raise little
money to pay off debt for which | had
become partly responsible to oblige a
friend, when my attention was attracted
to an extraordinary appearance III the
| fireplace, Between the red hot Goals
"My dear,a said |, 'do you see anything
remarkable in the fire just now here,
where Sit" "Yes, l do" said She
what, a figure! Yes" she replied, ga
two"-"Ye es," ''and four, -''exactly'
'and seven, and | think something
like five. The very number How
extraordinary /! / have this myself, be-
fore l called your attention" | stirred
Il, l
visible at least, fancied so, although
they had vanished from my wife's obser-
vation. | went to bed, and the next
morning at breakfast. told my wife
how l had dreamed more than once of
purchasing ticket that came up prize
bought by this very number. Said she,
Dear Hus., (she used to call me hus-
short for husband Bless her heart; be
her name ever revered, dear Hus., l
have dreamed the very same thing
nay, more, | dreamt it twice. So have
l, if not thrice: and more than that, -
said she, 81 thought you had bought
Hopkins little cottage at Brooklyn, and
his little poney, and his beautiful har-
ness, and | was SO happy in driving you
out in it,
"Say no MORE" said l, II go this very
morning to the lottery ticket cffice.'
l got to the Office in good time, and
with breathless anxiety enquired if 2475
had been sold. No, the whole of it was
at my service. paid down with joy
the price of it, and few home to my
wife : although pressing business
awaited me at my otiice-and placed it
in her hands, received rapturous kiss
from her dear, dear lips, and for once in
my life was happy.
Well, the day, the important day, big
with the fate of Cato (myself) and OF
Rome, (Rose-tlee Cottage) at last ar
rived. looked over the prize numbers,
mine certainly was not there. | looked
again with the same result. | then, to
make surely doubly sure, examined the
blanks, and sure enough, mine stood
among them as plain as black types
could express anything. A few days
afterwards, the girl had just raked out
the cinders of the fire, and was black
leading the stove. Before lighting the
fire | saw-yes, | saw, to my utter as
tonishment, these very numbers on the
back of the stove; the founders num-
Der for his stoves, l suppose. could
have smashed his head with the candle
stick | held in my hand.
"My dear said my wife, when l
came home in the evening, "what was
the matter with you this morning p
Amelia says she never saw you so agi-
tated before. Her nose is swollen as
big as turnip raddish, and the girl
threatens to leave, and take, l don't
know what against you; she says you
hurled the plated candlestick with
all your might against her, and for what
she don't know"
"Sweet one," said l, "tell her this
story of ourlast lottery, and if that don't
make the swelling go down, | will go
down on my knees to her, for dawdle as
she is, it is enough to make the stones
in the streets laugh"
My sweet one laughed as heartily as
myself at the oddity of the thing when
she heard of it, and saw the same figures
in the stove, and thus ended my first
and last lottery.