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As the good Deacon A. on a cold morning in Jan uarv was riding by the house of his neighbor F.. the latter was chopping wood and threshng his hands at his door. The usual salutations were ex- changed, the severity of the weather discussed. and the horseman made demonstrations of passing on, when his ncghbor detained him with |" Don't be in hurry, Deacon; wouldn't you like glass ol good old Jamaica this cold morning'" "Thank you, kindlv" said the old gentleman, at the same time beginning to dismount with all the delibera- ton becoming Deacon, "I don't care if l do,"- "Ah don't trouble yourself to get off Deacon, 'said the wag, "Imereiy asked for inf~m0tiOm; we haven't drop of rum in the house."