Year: 1875

The Winsted Press is an uncommonly honest paper. Its editor is born heretic, social, political and religious, who fires off more crude thought, sound or unsound, every week, than we often see in the rest of our local exchanges. His paper con- tains little or no news, local or other; it is simply protest. always very reckless and sometimes very coarse, against receiv- ed opinions of all sorts, and it is often dis figured with brutal personalities With these faults it Is difficult to see how the Press can live in competition with both both the Herald and the News, for the chief importance of a local paper is its To- cal news, and newspaper subscribers are not very tolerant of difference of opinion even when their opinions are courteously contrOverted. Still we like independence and pluck in paper so much that we al- ways read the press with interest if not off, ten with approval. It is also unquestion. able that its editor shows marked ability as journalist, such as will, we judge, en- title him to high rank in his profession when his temper is chastened and his judgment strengthened by time and expe- rienee. We give few specimens of what we consider the best Press style:

 AN OBITUARY.

 Mrs. Hila Terrell, ncc Gilbert, Formerly of Winsted, died in Hartford last week and was brought to this place and buried the same day. The man who brought the body was hired undertaken from that city, and she was taken to her ilast resting place without a single mourner- missed by none, forsaken by all, except per chance the angels, who knowing the cause look with compassion On the fallen" and care with loving sympathy for the unfor- tunate. She has relatives in Hartford but they seem to have fOrsaken her, though it IS difficult to conceive what possible crime a woman can commit to merit such treat. ment after death.

 AN EXCURSION.

 In the same paper VIC find a very read able account of the recent excursion on the Laura. Some of the excursionists at- tempted to do" the Central Park while the rest went down the hay. but many were too late for the boat on its return:

 JET!

 The last object visible from the boat as she steamed toward the the Infernal gate way was an elderly lady of strong mind, lungs and legs, q widow and keeper of boarders Tn a town down the valley. who stood near the waters edge waving a fa- ded cotton umbrella and prancing around as If nature had provided her with springs and had neglected to properly load her down V tn ballast.

 BLACKwELL's ISLAND.

 The steamer Minnehannock had dis charged her load of unfortunate refuse from the city courts and police stations and was returning for more. the stream of fallen humanity, of which she is the out let, being never checked, but constantly pouring upon the little green isle it's flood of poverty. crime and wretchedness winch sometimes finds even in prison life bles. sed peace and comparative happiness.

 si-UTE RETURNED.

 In one instance, there being nothing else handy. jolly boatman caught up an old pair of brooches that hung on his boats rail and waved them aloft with all the grace and vigor of local hero fiaunt. ing his country's colors in the face of his cOuntrys foes at a Fourth of July train ing. He was applauded and called out a second time.

 BRIDGEPORT HARBoR.

 The vessel moved slowly and evidently with great caution, but suddenly there came crash and she came to q dead stand still aith her fore end on top of an ugly looking nest of spiles and there she stuck within ten feet of the landing. and there the passengers stood for nearly an hour and looked and wondered and hugged their baskets and their trne-loves and f. naIly gave up all hope of a better life this side of the grave. Some had corns on their feet, some were cornered and some were corned; the women all had the head ache and the men all felt that it would be . qualification to pitch the whole crowd into the sound and be rid of it at once and forever. Al last a miserable little tug that looked very much like David in a crowd ot Gollahs whisked spitefully around and hItched itself to the stern of the great Laura and Tn about three minutes was paddliDg away with her outinto the sound. just % red ant would drag blue bottle fly six times as large as itself over the sand. If Laura ever blushed she did then.

 EXCURSION TRAINS

 There is one peculiarity about an excur- sion train 1t never starts until every one has had time to wish themselves dead, and when 1t does start it always goes back and begins again. This is "feature" worth remembering. E-- i IA .'

 MT. Blivens. an old bachelor of Roches- ter, who is much absorbed in politics, wis., tied the Widow Graham the other day. just after reading Grants letter, and ask cd her what she thought of third term. Now, the widow has been twice married. and in response to the question she made . ruah for She, astounded Mir. Blivens and takiAg 1sm tightly in her arms exclaimed. "O, you dear. dear man What happy Nznnaar am l,,- Al { laak noaar.a. ArE Is