Slow But Sure

Joe Hartman, ot Washington street, celebrated very prettily during part of the first section of the Fourth of July. During the second half of the performance he critically examined the small cannon he was firing, to see why in the name of George Washington the thing failed to go off. He cocked his head sidewise and peered down like a rooster into a iug, into the place where the powder is touched off, and just then the cannon responded, and so satisfactorily that Joe ceased celebrating and retired to the house to bathe his face and eyes in salt water and díctate the offer of a liberal reward to any person finding and returning his eyebrows and hair. He was not Idangerously hurt, but his countenance libeled hini with the appearance of a small-pox patiënt.