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An old lady, resident of a neighboring
place, kept large family of turkeys, perhaps
sixty She, like great many other people,
thought great deal Of her turkeys, conse-
quently valued them very highly. Oppo-
Site her door was 9. West India Goods
Store.'' The man who kept it one day
emptied his casks OF cherries, intending to
replace them with new. This old lady, be-
ing economical, thought it great pity to
have all these cherries wasted, and, in order
to have them saved, she would just drive
over her turkeys and let them eat them. In
the course Of the day the old lady thought
she would look after them and see they
were in no mischief She approached the
yard, and 10, in one corner laid her turkeys
i'll one huge pile, dead. Yes, they were
stone dead'' What was to be done
Surely the old matron could not lose the
feathers! She called her daughters and picked
them, intending to have them buried in the
morning. Morning came, and behold there
were her turkeys stalking about the yard
featherless enough, (as may be supposed,
crying out quit, quit" feeling no doub
mortified that their drunken fit had been the
means Of losing their coats. Poor things
if they had said "qui!' before they had be-
gun, they would not have been in this g bad
fx.D


We would advise all young men who arc in
the habit Of drinking, to leave offbefore they
get picked; and to those who do not, let every
young lady say " qnit.o-Smn.