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Westport Times, Volume II, Issue 161, 5 February 1868, Page 3

The Miner's Death.—Deep in the shattered ground lies the unfortunate digger, crushed, but still existing. The huge blocks of conglomerate have fallen in such a way as to cause a temporary suspension from death, leaving him to linger out the little life remaininginhorriblesuffocation. But the end must come ; the dreadful compression increases—the groaning of the settling mass is in that ear which, perchance, an hour before heard, in the bright sunlight above, the glad warbling of birds, the joyous shouts of his companions in toil, whonowwitha fearful energy, arestrivingtoreleasetheir unhappy comrade. He sees in imagination their efforts, but knows them to be in vain, Visions of happy home in a far-off land —the home of childhood, with green meadows and sparkling rills, of aged parents and fond sisters, who look forward with joyful anticipation to the time of his return—these roll o'er hia brain like an ocean of memories, whose murmurings, gradually fainter, are heard at last no more. Can nothing be done to avert sc appallng a doom ? Is there no way that human in genuitycansuggest, or humanpower achieve, to extricate him from this his living tomb ? None,none. Longbeforethesuperincumbent earth can be removed, he must inevitably ceasetobe. Thisthe gallant fellows engaged in its removal know full well, yet relax not their efforts until they reach the fearfullycrashed corse of him with whom they had toiled side by side through many long days —whose voice in song 'mid the stillness of evening cheered them in their lonely tent, beguiling the tedious monotony of adigger's life. Slowly and sadly they bear him from the scene of ruin, grieving o'er the sudden and terrible recall from the dangers and sorrows of terrestrial life, from which he is now for ever free. Vain were the attempt to depict the agony of those bereaved ones, who, in the home of his childhood, daily and hourly in supplication to the Deity, pleaded in behalf of the absent one. Retire we, therefore, leaving them in their desolation to One who, wiser far than man, knows how to comfort—how to console.

A patient is in a bad way when his disease is acute and his doctor isn't. "You don't seem to know how to take me," said a vulgar fellow to a gentleman he had insulted. " Yes I do," said the gentleman, taking him by the nose.

THURSDAY, 6th FEB., 1868. POTATOES, CARROTS, SHIPBISCUIT, BACON, Ac., Cargo of the Canterbury from Wangamii, now landing In splendid condition, on the Stanley Wharf. MR ARTHUR BFAUCHAMP, will Sell by Auction on the Stanley Wharf, on Thuksdat, sth February, at 2 o'clock, the entire cargo of the above named vessel, consisting of—--80 tons first-class Brown'B-river Potatoes, 3 tons Carrots, 14 bags Ship Biscuit, 5 cwt Colonial Bacon. Terms Cash.