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MARKET RETURNS.— (July .SI A
The arrivals of-, grain, at the .market this day for
sale, 'has been pretty largos but they have inoTbeen
more than the demand required. Wheat hasjulvanced.
a little' in price, as alio maize., The' abuhciance1 of
wheat which is -weekly brought to market b} no' means
justifies, the high priqes it maintains. - Accounts from
.th'c.interior speak pf the early crops looking extremely
well. ' ' „ ??! * * *
No. 'of Bush, sold? ?' - v' -- ' £' t. d.
? -so ,- _ ' -, . -? sold at per Bushs O.M-J. .9
.?*2 ' . -, ... 0 14 6
172'. - -- _ A -' _? ''? ? ,0 'l'4tf0
? i6,- ? '„ — t,.- ' --. -. -.0 t13vx6
132 - . . . - , 0 IS O
. j 78 . '- -- ? ?- ' f-1. .' ,. 1 ' ? '-. ?— Ol* lgr6
10(- ? . -- -',„--. , * -j ^ ;0 12^O , ' ' ?
38 -. - - - - . . .' 0,11,0 v
12 .'.-....-? %--^ -?-- -aov^s --0 N
. J „ Average Price- of Wheat -t » 0-13 X^'*
Ditto of maize t ' - 0 ' 4' 8
Tine'Flour.453. per cwt. '- - * '? ~ ** » ? -
Seconds do. 40s. do. '-. , . vi ^ , ^
Potatoes; »ls:_9d. per cwt'.— Fo'wls, 3s. 0d. per couple '
,. .Buter, 2s;-6d. per'lb.-^Eggs, Is. 9d. per 'do^en' l,: --' '''
Cheese,(-ls.,Od. perlb.( #, ? ' . ^\ .i^
' 'Assize price 'of bread ninepence per' Ica'f.
„ , Selling price eightpence halfpenny fto tehpence.^ *'*. - - '
,1 Puzzling CosiriuaiENT.— ?' You look so Very beautifurto
day? said ♦***?* to a pretty girl,, whom he me.Un the' street,''
' that you are truly See Saw.} 'How is that?' said the lady.
?AVLy, you are present and perfect! replied the.wit.' *' '-*') 4 *
r No Rum in the Vault. — Some years a£o the'-lsirly ofan.
English Baronet, who was cruelly suspected of being fond-of 'ge-
nuine Jamaica, departed this life, and orders we're 'sent'to' the
sexton to have the family vault opened to receive thetfodyV1 'He
did so, but finding it fall, he wrote, back for answer»that he was
sorry herlndyship could not be buried there, as there wasVo'jttm
in -the vault. \ *? { -, ^ -j- , .1 itijri ~-:^i ;'
, riie to,tal population of the United Kingdom of GrcatJMtain.
and /reland is 21,''282,9GG.— According to the Census of 1821,
there are 3,941,374 ' families in Great Britain, of wh~ic]?'bhly
978,657 are employed in agriculture. ? ~- , ' ' t ^ '- -
A Geiman lias discovered, ^the means'of employing a Jciwd of
caterpillar in spinning' a 'fine web, which is perfectly wliiteand
water-proof: , With this web he lately constiuctcd a balloon,
which he inflated by binning spirits of wine under it, and wliich
ascended in ihe large' halfthat serves as a workshop for his ca
terpillars, lie can make-them trace ciphers and figures in their
web. ' For this purpose, he draws the outline of his design with
spirits, «f wine, which the caterpillars avoid, and spin ronnd'ir.
A web, seven feet^ square, perfectly pure, nnd as brilliant as
tniTety, was' the lesult of three weeks labour of about five hun
dred caterpillars. This s'ubject is not unwoithy the attention of
iiatnial philosophers, nor perhaps of tjiat of the friends of-agii--'
:uJture and the arts. ' . * 'V ' ,
CORONER'S INQUEST. -- On Saturday last an Inquest
was held at the sign of the Welch Harp, Public House,
Market-street, on the body of James Knoff, who was
found dead near the Sydney Market Wharf, at an early
hour on the previous day. The deceased, a respecta-
ble man, was in the employ of Messrs. Fopp and
Thompson, butchers, in the capacity of clerk. Ver-
dict -- Died by the Visitation of God.
In his pocket were found the following lines : —
To the purest of her sex, Elizabeth Knoff. -- By her
husband.
Adieu to the hours of delight;
Adieu to the wife I adore;
With anguish I part from her sight,
To meet her with rapture no more.
Midst the tempest and rage of the deep,
Her name shall be daily my theme,
And at night when I sink into sleep,
Her image shall brighten my dream.
Where now for repose can I rove,
Ah, poor heart, thou will never be blest,
Alas I thou resemblest the dove
That found not a place for its rest.
Honor bids me — ah, bids me depart,
And yield to her rigid decree;
Thou love, who possessest my heart,
Bids me stay to be happy with thee.
James Knoff.
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