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Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume II, Issue 135, 29 September 1871, Page 5

It is now about six years since an Englishman, named Charles Groves, gave several specimens in Montreal of of his skill in whistling, and got up a class to teach it at a kind of mechanics' institute. Of course there was gigling before the lesson actually commenced, but it was presently exhausted, and the class, with solemn faces, waited for the tutor, who was trilling a few preparatory cadences. The order came—- '• Gentlemen, prepare to pucker !" as he pursed up his lips. The class never got beyond that point. "We read in the Paris ' Journale ':— Seeing regiment after regiment defile yesterday, cavalry in deep yet serried masses, artillery solid and business-like, all passing along at a gallop with a noise like thunder, a deputy, addressing M. Thiers, and pointing out these disciplined avalanches, said, " It is a thunderbolt." " Yes," said M. Thiers ; but then he added, with one of those mischievous smiles for which he is famous, "it is a thunderbolt, certainly, but to fling it it wants a Jupiter." We hope we ma j find one soon. The little City of Ragusa, a miniature ship, started upon a voyage to Liverpool yesterday (May 23), manned by two men and a dog. With the exception of the bark of" the dog, she is probably the smallest barque that ever attempted such a trip.