(From our own Correspondent.)
Things down our way are not very lively. Life, down here, like a pendulum, goes on with a never ceasing I-go-on-for-ever kind of monotony. The weather for the last week or two has been remarkably dull, neither wet nor fine, and, one morning we had a fall of snow but not much to speak of. The farmers round about are busy getting in their seed and from early morning to dewy eve can be heard on all sides the familiar phrases “ get up Duke, now Captain.” Ploughing and harrowing are the standing orders.
Last Friday night, our dominie intended to give a lecture on “ Agricultural Chemistry ” in the school ; but owing to the unfavourableness of the weather, clarty roads, and the prevalence of bad colds, &c., only ten rolled up to hear it. As that number would not pay for the advertising it was postponed. Disappoiniment was expressed by the few present at the nondelivery, and the hope it would come off next full moon when the weather will be more settled. I have since heard that the date has been fixed for 20th August. A petition, pretty numerously signed was, some weeks ago, sent to the Post-master-General praying for a mail service and post office to be established here ; but so far nothing has been heard in the shape of a reply. Parliamentary duties, I suppose, are too heavy for any attention to be paid to us. We must exercise patience. Service was held in the Primitive Methodist Chapel yesterday, conducted by the Rev. Mr. Keall in the absence of the regular minister Mr. Smith. A very able sermon was delivered, the rev. gentleman taking for his text the eleventh verse of Mark eleven. Cambridge, Monday.
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