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 Crotcs IS. .4lcohoL-Wc extract the fol- lowing very excellent article from the Pco- ria GID Register:

 Col. B. has one of the best f,rms on the Illinois river. About one hundred acres oi 1t are now covered with waving corn. When il first came up in the spring, the crows seem- ed determined on it's entire destructiou- When one was killed, Ii seemed as though q dozen came to it's funeral. And, though the sharp crack of the rifle often drove them away, they always returned with its echo.

 The colonel at length became weary of throwing grass, and resolved on trying the virtue of stones. He sept to the druggist for q gallon of alcohol, in which he soaked n few quarts of corn and scattered 1t over his field. The biaek-legs came and parteok with their usual relish; and, as usual, they were pretty well eorned and such cooine and cackling-such strutting and staggering ,- The scene was lke-but l will make no in- vidious comnarison--it was rery much Hhc--

 When the boys attempted to catch them, they were not little amused al their stag gering gait, and their zigzag course through the air. At length they gained the edge of the woods, and there being joined by new recruit, which happened to be sober, they united. at the top of their voices, in haw-haw having, and shouting either the praises or the curses of alcohol. e IL was dlaicultt to tell which, as they rattlcd away without rhyme or reason, so very much like

 But the colonel saved his corn. As soon as they became sober, they set their faces sfeadfastly against alcohol. Not another Kernel would they touch ill his field, lest it Should contain the accursed thing, while they went and pulled up the corn of his neighbors. To return like dog to his vomit--likc a washed SOW to the mre--lke-not they.- They have too much respect for their char acter, black as they are, again to be found drunk