"o, What A Night!"

The follówing description of ;i recent awful catastrophe of nature at Ann Arbor, we extricate from the Argus of Unit city, and are únatele to restrain some interjections. "The lightnings forked and chained and fiamed from oue end of heaven to the other; the thunders crashed and roared and rumbled all o'er the murky black heavens." Well,by thunder! Where were the pólice? Probably as usual, so sound asleep that even the forked chain lightnings and reverberating thunder failed to wake em. "Timorous women and cliildren cowered within doors, in dread of the owering storm, and the careering electricity." Gosh! VVhere was the old man? 'Mars, notwithstanding his venturesome nearness to the earth, was compelled to hide his ruddy face behind the impenetrable blackness." In our opinión and that of Comelius Quiek, Mars diinks. which mars his reputation for sobriety, and suggests for him a six-weeks' course at the Washtenaw red-snake cure. But let the Argus proceed : "The Great Bear retired precipitately tqhis boreal den; the Little Bear 'wasn't in it.' " This showed good judgmenton the ?art of the small bear, and arrant jowardice in the other bloviated, overjrown brute. .lust like some noisy, blustering Republican who is always ready to bet on Harrison, till some Deniocrat shoves a wad under hisnose, when he says he didn't mean it, and flattens out, like a blow snake. But beg pardon, Mr. Argus - you have the ttoor. Go on with the chaos: ■'Cassiopoeia, the beautiful. retired with graceful haste behind angry clouds, while the thirsty earth below yearned toward the surging sky for a refreshing deluge to cool lts gaping aridity." "If Cassiopieia galloped out of sight with "graceful haste," you can bet your bottom "rock" she didn't have on none of them 'ere blamed frocks that a woman grabs with a right-handed sidereal back-action, and looks where she grabs, while with her left hand she punches your eye out with the nozzle of her unibrella. Teil you what it is- but we see we are out of order again. "Yet, notwithstanding all this promising storm-grandeur, but a few drops feil upon this drought-doomed city. Northiield, on the north of us, as usual monopolized what there was of it in that direction, and the townships to the south of us seemed tohave a cinch on the balance. Ann Arbor seems to be a dry town, though we have no local option law in torce." The last seems a pity, for we cannot divest us of the horrible suspicion that the excellent editor of the Argus, before writing the above, had crossed his uiint-iulep with vellow vipers and I blue vin.-