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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IV, Issue 172, 5 August 1869, Page 3

Accident to the Cabasdinis. — The Maryborough, Chronicle slates that an accident happened to the Carandinis, at a place 22 miles from Maryborough, (New South Wales). The coach was going at the rate of about 10 miles an hour on a ■smooth road, when it came in contact with ft tree. Miss Rosina Carandini, "who was riding outside for the benefit of the fresh air, was thrown among the horses, but marvellously escaped with only a few bruises. Miss Fanny Carandini was thrown forward against one of the bars that support the roof of the coach, and had her cheek badly cut. An elderly dame in the United States, •who had lost seven sons in the struggle to maintain the Union, on being condoled ■with, auswered that had she foreseen such a war in her younger days she would have had seventeen sons instead of seven to fight in so holy a cause. The extrication of the men from the Brierly Hill coalmine cost the Earl of Dudley £25,000. The extensive emigration of miners from Cornwall is causing serious fears among the proprietors of mines in that county. To give an order, to insist on its being executed without assigning any reason, and at the same time to fully accent the responsibility of success or defeat, the praise or blame which may follow, was the virtue of our old school of soldiers and politicians; and we should like to see a little more of the same spirit in the new. Our rulers just now show a most lamentable disposition to shirk responsibility. Velocipedes. — How long before the . veloeipedestriau mania attacks young England? France revived the obsolete machine and gave interest and excitement to its use by altering its form from the fourwheel species, safe as a three-legged stool, to the graceful two- wheeler that demands skill and dexterity from the trundler. From our neighbors across the channel the furore migrated to our brethren across the Atlautic, passing over us. The go-ahead vehicle is exactly suited to American ideas. Walking, say the New York wags, iB on its last legs. Schools, with the imposing name of " Velocinasiums," for teaching the young idea how to gyrate, are being established ; races are being .rolled ; men and boys are whiziing here, there, and. everywhere at r tb£ speed, of twelve miles i an hour. Inventors are improving the machines, and. manufacturers are making them wholesale, the supply at present falling short of the demand. Our turn may come yet. Or have we had it? There was a considerable rage for velocipedes in England some 30. years ago. There may, be those living who can recollect seeing no less a man than Michael Faraday spinning one i up IHampstead-nill; he was ver^ fond qfv the /exercise, and, we "may infer; saw good in iL Did he origiuatehis* own machine? The velocipede appeara to have

had several inventors. Nicephore Niepce, one of the fathers of photography, has been set down as the first. But he was not. An old Paris newspaper, bearing date July 27, 1779, tells of some novel feats of locomotion performed by MM. Blanchard and Masurier with a machine whereof the description exactly represents the old form of velocipede, only it was ornamented with a figure-head in the shape of an eagle, whose outspread wings served as tillers to the steering-wheel. But this may not have been the earliest of pedal locomoters. It is natural to suppose that the idea would suggest itself to the first man who turned alternate into circular motion — to the inventor of the crank, in fact. — Gentleman's Magazine. " Standing Orders" — Free admissions who can't get seats. Everybody knows good counsel except he that hath most need of it. Many epicures are of opinion that cooking by gas is not unfavorable to gas-tro-nomy. How do we know Lord Byron was goodtempered? Because he always kept his choler (collar) down. A Cross old bachelor says, " The reason why women do not cut themselves In two by tight lacing, is because they lace around the heart, anil that is so hard they cannot affect it." Lay or a Bad Livee. My hair's in a stiver, I'm in a cold shiver, As though in a river, — And all through my liver. Like darts from a quiver, Shooting hither and thither, Pains come from that giver Of torment, my liver. So I'm sentenced to shiver For iver and iver.