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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XI, Issue 67, 8 March 1876, Page 4

There is a remarkable family now living at Woodstrown, New Jersey. Tbe brick bouse in which they live is 113 years old. The family take their meals regularly off a centennial table, while the matron of the family, who is in her eightieth year, bakes tbe tuckwheat cakes in an old fashioned bake iron, such as was used in fireplaces in olden times, rests herself in a rocking chair her mother died io, puts her foot on a stool made lor her father, while she reads the old centennial Bible, containing a piece of original handwriting •that is kept in it with regard to her ancestry, that dates as far back as the year 1681, or peruses an old ciphering book which was once used by her grandfather! stirs her tea with n spoon that was her grandmother's, and sleeps on a bed the tick of which was spun and made by her mother. She lately, visited the centennial buildings, and hopes, if favored with health and strength, and nothing prevents, to visit them again next year. At midnight, on December 31, the Centennial year was welcomed in Philadelphia by a crowd of 100,000 people collected around Independence Hall. Tbe mayor, Mr St< ck ey, raised the Cemenuial d*g, &fap simile of tbat hoisted by Washington io 1776, upon Independence Hall. When tha flag reached ihe top of the stuff, illuminated by calcium lights, the clook struck twelve, the vast multitude giving vent to shouts of welcome. Then for half-au-bour all the bells in the city rang. There were firewoiks, salutes, shouts, martial music, ant, altogether (says a telegram), a most tremendous noise. Similar midnight ceremonies were observed in almost every American city. A little girl was nearly choked picking th : drumstick «f a fowl ; a sinew caught her windpipe. On beiog relieved, she said " the fault was not tbe fowl's, but tbe cook's, who forgot to remove its garters." A most painful suicide has occurred ni Paris. A wealthy corn merchant lived alone, save with his only child, a lad eleven years of age, whom death parried off. The lather since, that

event " never held up his head," aod passed his time rushing about the cemetery. He sent the servant, who was also the child's nurse, to visit her parents for a few dayß. Being 1 missed, some of bis sympathetic neighbors entered his house, found all the doors open, and nothing disturbed ; the body of the unfortunate father was found on the hearthrug, with. a bple in his forehead. Search was made, but no weapon could be found. At last there was discovered on a table ail the cjdeeeaset. child's toys, among others a cannon for attacking a card-board fortress; the poor father had loaded the oannon with shot and sent the. contents into bis brain. He bequeathed the whole of his fortune to Orphan Asylums, as well as such of his relatives as have young children.