The weekly Butte record., 1863-01-10

FREE LOVE A ABoMINATI0X.-A nest of polu-
tion has recently been broken up at Berlin,
Erie county, New York, by the civil authori-
ties. This community of wickedness is said to
have consisted of eighty persons, thirty of
whom were females. They had established at
their hotel what they mpously denominated a
Love Cure that is a cure for all conscen-
tious scruples at violating every principle of
modesty and virtue. They were advocates of
spiritualism, and as matter of course. and all
other isms which make up the lanaticism and
foolery of the times. They held themselves
above all law except that of their own depra-
we'd appetites.
The men were decently dressed, wore long
hair and long moustachios unerring indica-
ton of lack of brains as well as Of morality
The women wore the bloomer costume, long
curls, and were not at all abashed at being
arragned for their reckless depravity. One of
them, Mrs Lewis, is the wife of a gentleman
of high respectabiity, who resides in Skeneate-
les, n Y, is forty years of age, and is the
mother of three children. Tyler, the head of
the gang, it seems, made her acquaintance
few months ago, and succeeded in making her
convert to his abominable doctrines The
result was she left happy home and is now,
what?
A Domestic FARCE IN ONE SCENE" Why
is it, my sou, that when yon drop your bread
and butter, it is always on the buttered side?'
81 don't know, it hadn't orter, had iii The
strongest side ought to be up, and this is the
strongest butter have ever seen?
Hush up its some of your aunt's churn-
ing"
d" Did she churn it, the great lazy thing"
"What, your aunt? ?"
No, this here butter. To make the poor
old woman churn ii when it is strong enough
to churn itself"
d" Hush, Zeb, I've eat great deal worse in
the most aristocraiic houses"
Well, people of rank ought TO eat it,
why people of rank
cause it's rank butter"
" You yarlnint you what makes you talk
so smart
"'Cause the butter has taken the skin off
my tongue
"Zeb, don't lie l cant throw away the but
ter"
I'm tell you what would do with it-keep
it to draw blis,ers You ought to see the flies
keel over as soon as they touch H."
A SrrAxGe sroRY.-We take the following
from late London letter to a Northern Jour
nal
You will have seen the strange announce
ment of the recent death OF Viscount Ockham
and Byron Weutworth-the grandson of the
poet Byron, and eldest son of his daughter
Ada, Countess Of Loyelace while working a;
a common aborer in the shipyard of Mr.
Scott Russell, the builder Of the Great Eastern
The facts in the case are certainly very curious
His family is wealthy, and he was himself a
peer Of England in his own right; but altho
his friends have hitherto tried to overcome his
obstinate whim, he persisted in practically ex
Vu'p4'!'uS us "o'''" '''' 90 "'@u s"o"'U i'S
unless be also works. The rumor that he had
married young woman Of the lower class !:
denied by his family but It's still credited, aud
of course, his widow is peeress Of England
and indeed, the representative Of one Of til,
Oldest peerases; ithaving been created in 1929
At all events it is publicly announced that i
the claim is made. the validity Of the marriage
contract will be contested by his father, th,
Earl Of Lovelace. Lord 0akham was at ont
time an ordinary seaman, before the mast OF
board an American merchant vessel.
younger brother is now the last living legiti
mate representative Of the poet
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