THE WRONG CORPSE.

A corpse got a good joke on the people of Quebec the other day. It came
there by express, and was only an ordinary, every-day man, but the Kanucks
were looking for a military corpse, and supposing our ordinary corpse to
be he, they got up a Fifth avenue funeral, and buried it with military
honors. The corpse, who didn't know a thing about military matters, must
have many a good laugh over the mistake. And how the military corpse must
have felt, when HE came!


THE DAY WE REACHED CANADA.

D.H. Pulcifer, of Shawano, announces that he is about to prepare a
biography of all the members of the territorial legislature and subsequent
legislatures, state officers, members of congress, etc., and desires all
men who may have been great or may be so now, to send in the particulars.
Well, you can get our record at the adjutant general's office, though
there is one mistake in that record. It was in June, 1862 that we arrived
in Canada, the day before the draft.


A LIVELY TRAIN LOAD.

Last week a train load of insane persons were removed from the Oshkosh
Asylum to the Madison Asylum. As the train was standing on the sidetrack
at Watertown Junction it created considerable curiosity. People who have
ever passed Watertown Junction have noticed the fine old gentleman who