No. 6. SVuoLE No. 1O98 1.

4 RIP VAN TWINKLE.
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The railroad depot at Auburn, is situated as every body knows, very near the Slate Prison. A few days since, while the cars were making their usual stop oftwenty mia.- uteS, passenger from this city stro!led near the gate of the prison yard. It was the grey of the morning, and just then it hap~ pened that prisoner, who many years be> fore had entered that gloomy portal, was liberated. The posts and wires of the tele> graph instantly fixed his attention. Alter some moments Of puzzled contem p!ation, he ycntured to ask the gentleman above men toned, wha; they were. It was not easy of course, 10 explain at once to one so wholly ignol ant. the nature and uses of this great wonder of the age-but a brief statement was given to the astoniSied inquirer. When however, he was told that he might send a message ty those wires to New York and receive all answer all .n the course ofa few minutes, he expressed bis total incredibly. and went away indignant that after so loLg d confinement the first man he met should attempt to dupe him.

 Rochester American.