Litchfield enquirer., 1858-09-09
From the Marquette Qake Superior) Journal. REV. DR. CLARK'S LETTER.

REV. DR. CLARK'S LETTER. A letter written by the Rev. Dr. Clark, of Hartford, Conn.,, (who lately spent few days in Marquette), and published in the Hartford Courant, has attracted some attention here. It is dated at Marquette
 | The Dr. says, Something doubtless is to come of this vast mineral country, before the world ends At present, its chief productions are in the shape of humbugs" And then, as though conscious of having been basty in his deductions, his very next words are, "I will reserve all my deliverances on that subject, un- til my thoughts have had time to ripeu" Ave- rlpen! that's good after-thought, Dr. We are all green on coming to this "new and strange country" as you rightly call it, and need ripening before we are qualified to express an opinion, and especially one so sweeping. A man may be very ripe in scholastic theology, and be even ripe for Heaven in christian at tainment, and yet very green in every thing else. And it is one of the most deplorable of all deplurable things, that some of our ripcst scholars, and most godly divines, are so seclu- ded from the world during their educational course, that they come forth upon the stage of lifc so green, so destitute of all practical ac- quaintance with men and things, so void of that very essential commodity, common sense, as to render all their splendid attainmeuts near. ly useless to the world There are exceptions to this remark, as, in the case of Dr. Duffield, of Detroit, and many others we could men, ton, but it has, it must be confessed, quite too general an application.
 But what are the humbugs? Are the Iron Mountains humbugs? Is not the Iron there and enough of it :? Is the Iron Mountain Railroad, which has brought down eighteen thousand tons of ore, at seventy cents per ton, six or seven hundred tons of pig iron, besides the brisk passenger business it has done, and that too in the first half of its first season, and such season. is that humbug? Is the Pioneer furnace, which is turning out the ex- traordinary average of thirteen tons of pig iron per day, on the consumption of only hundred bushels of coal to the ton, and all this | with the same capacity of bosh as furnaces be- low, which only average seven or eight tons of pig iron per day, and consume hundred and thirty bushels of coal to the ton at that--is that humbug? Is the Collins Co.'s forge, which, but for the temporary depression in the ron market, would be doing an excellent busi- ness, and which. upon the completion of their blast furnace, will resume operations with the most hattcring prospects is that humbug Does the shipping in our harbor, demanding ore faster than it can be trunded down from the mountains, ever, in the present crippled state of iron manufactures-does that tell of humbugs? Is this beautiful village, located upon this "beautiful Bay" much too small for the business done here, and the only ship ping pert there ever can be for the greatest iron regcn in the worlG--is that hunbug :?
 Where then are the humbugs? And echo answers, aoAere? o, Dr., Dr., you have stray ed too far from the pulpit. You are lost in this '" new and strange land," and "see men as trees walking" and are just as likely to call things by wrong names as right ones, and all this without the slightest intention of evil.
 What say you about the dust here, as com pared with Hartford dust, clouds of which you so "long to see," shows the same illusion, for who does not know that the dust arising from sand, is far less annoying than dust from a clay soil, or even from loamy one? To be sure, it is troublesome to travel through, but you admit that we have plank walks, and you certainly are not so green as to leave the walks untraveied for the sake of waddEng through the sand. But who ever before took the fan cy, that clay, or even loamy soil, consti- tutcs better site for town than sandy one ?
 You certainly must have had the blues aw- fully while here, and such medium through which 10 see things, is always illusory. But we will agree to pass it all over as fair off set to the numerous high-wrought descriptions of the wonderful things going on here. which figure in the papers from Maine to Florida, and from the Atlantic to the Pacific oceans. It is proper enough that there should be checks and balances, that the public mind may not be unduly swayed to either extreme.
 A Kiss THAT DIDNT PAY-The Toledo Rec ord gets off good one in regard to q citizen of Iowa, whose wife in his absence had been kissed by drover, while she was giving him glass of water When he heard of the outrage, he started at once in pursuit, found the drover after hard days ride, and accused hm of the theft.
 The drover admitted the truth of the soft impeachnent-sa he had been long time from home, was sorely tempted, and in an un- guarded moment Of frenzy had purloned the kiss but that he had not damaged the woman in the smallest particle-waS very sorry thought it was no matter to make great ado about, and therefore begged 10 be excused.
 Tue husband finally concluded that this was the right view of the matter, and agreed to set tie it on the receipt of $5 for his days ride. This being satisfactory, the drover handed over a $lO bill and received a $5 in change. But when the aggrieyed Benedict returned home and consulted his detector, he found the bill counterfeit. He found he had suffered the in- dignity of having his wife kissed by dirty droyer," passed one day in the saddle, and lost five dollars-and concluded that it didn't pay. Colonel Forney's Philadelphia Press says the