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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume II, Issue 37, 13 March 1862, Page 3

Gall of Horses. —As the heat and the labors of the season increase, horses will suffer from flesh wounds, which if not immediately cured, will cause great suffering 'to the horse and 'waste of time and temper to the owner. Let, therefore, a hint or two now be heeded : prevention is better than cure. In the first place, be sure that your harness is in perfect working order. See to it especially that the collar fits well, and is smooth and hard. If the inner surface is rough, it must chafe, and rub off the skin. A loose layer of leather under the collar is a good contrivance to [lesson friction upon the animal’s back and shoulders. While spring work is pressing, let the horses’ shoulders be washed everyjother morning, with a solution of alum and whisky. This being a powerful astringent, will serve to toughen the skin and prevent its breaking. Atr night, when coming home from weak, sweaty and sore, let the shoulders be washed with tepid water, then rubbed dry. If, notwithstanding these precautions, galls occur on the breast or back wash them clean, then apply an ointment made by mixing together a spoonful of pulverised alum and the white of an egg. —American Agriculturalist. The Slate Owxr.i; and the Actoh.— Sometime ago when the celebrated Sandford’s Philadelphian digger operg troupe was at Richmond (Va), the city was full of strangers from the country. Conspicuous among these was Mr. Charles Loxley, a rich tobacco planter .from the central state, a sensible but dogged man, who had recently lost mnay slaves. Loxley was seen under much excitement in the act oi rising, with an earnest look towards the stage. On being asked what was the matter L. replied “That fellow with the tambourine is my Josh.” Hisfriendthought hewasmistaken andtriecl to convince him of his error—but no, nothingwould do, he wos certain that the nigger was his Josh, and have him lie would before lie slept. The most his friend could do was to prevail upon him to allow the performance to go on to its close. Just before the termination, however, Loxley went out and returned with a warrant and proper officers to execute it, and when the curtain fell the posse rushed upon the stage, seized Sandford. and before he had time to wash off the burnt cork, had him properly handcuffed and secured. Sandford did not show the least alarm, confident that ho could soon wash out the dark insinuation that he was “my Josh.” When Loxley called him Josh Sandford for his|own reasons always answered “ k massa,” and the peculiar way of doing which madeL. more sure that he had found his “ boy.” After Sandford had asked permission to bring Ills other clothes in a bundle they went to the alderman’s office where Mr. Charles Loxley made a solemn oath that the man was his slave “Josh.” lie knew him from his general appearance and he knew him by his voice. Upon such positive evidence and considering the respectable character of the claimant the alderman had but one course and poor Sandford was handed over to durance vile. Of course those acquainted with the renowned performer richly enjoyed each turn the farce took, and were on tiptoe awaiting the denouement, and of course they followed him as he demurely walked handcuffed aside of his master to Die hotel. Arriving there Sandford said “ Massa Charles, please let mo wash de dust out of my eyes and take off dese good close.” Loxley agreed to this but would not permit him to go out of his sight. Water was procured and Sandford had scarcely commenced his ablutions ere the bystanders raised such a shout of laughter at Loxley’s expense as was never heard before in “ Old Dominion.’, Sandford was metamorphosed in an instant. His colour, voice gait, and demeanour were all changed in a twinkle, and from an old greasy negro, he came out a finished gentleman, as every one knows him to be. French Economy in War. —“ One day after the French occupation of Parma, a regular canon of the great church of Piacenza entered his church for the purpose of taking his own seat, but was surprised at not finding the confessional in its proper place. After looking about for it in all directions, he found it in a gallery lying on its side, and on the top of it the dead body of a French soldier, which the surgeon or surgeon’s mate of the army were busy skinning. Horrified at the sight, h asked the meaning of this ghastly proceeding, and was told that some sciontifie men had discovered that all dead bodies should be skinned for the purpose of providing boots and shoes for the soldiers.” —Autobiography of Miss Knight. A correspondent of the Glasgow Herald mentions that, in a certain church, the other Sunday, the singers might have been heard proclaiming a curious and exciting, but not very agreeable entomological pursuit in the following line of a hymn j And we’ll catch the flee, And we’ll catch the flee, And we’ll catch the flee-ting hour.