of Homer, and Wm. Spencer, of Utica.

Saturday was a bad day, as to weather; nevertheless several hundred
visited the Giant.

Sunday was a crusher. The people began to go early, and kept going
all day long. From eleven to three o'clock it was a dense mass of
people on the Newell farm. Around the house and barns acres were
covered with teams and wagons, and the road, for a long distance
in either direction, was lined with them. It seemed as if such
another jam never went to a show before, and it was with great
difficulty that the line could be kept so that all could have a
fair sight. All the proprietors were on hand, and did all they
could to accommodate the crowd. At three P.M. twenty-three hundred
tickets had been sold, Mr. Higgins bringing in the $1,150 received
therefor, for safety. Not less than three hundred tickets were
sold after three o'clock, so the total number of visitors for the
day would be 2,600.

The Tully story of fraud is exploded. The mysterious man said to
have visited that village, etc., turns out to be no other than a
cousin of Mr. Newell's, a resident of Binghamton, and a tobacconist.
He was on the grounds all day yesterday, and frankly told all
there was of his visit at the time alleged, to the satisfaction
of every one.


LETTER FROM A PETRIFACTIONIST.

EDITOR STANDARD:--Permit me to notice a few of the arguments upon