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Full text: OCTOBER, 1857 - JANUARY, 18S8 37 Wednesd. Itfh,—Married this forenoon at 11 O'clock, in St. Johns Church, (Episcopal), by the Revd. Edmund Maturin, of Halifax, John Alien Waterman to Miss Josephine Isabella Jost, daughter of Henry S. Jost, of this town. Monday, 19th,—Concluded an Arbitration suit between Charles Rudolf, of Lehave, and his brother, William Rudolf, of this town. Differences and disputes had arisen between them respecting certain accounts and payments. Award in favor of Chas. Rudolf for £72.12.2. Hugh M. Moyle and myself Arbitrators. Friday, 30th,—Agreeably to proclamation of the Lieut. Governor, this day was set apart as a day of Fast, Humiliation and prayer, in consequence of the Mutiny, disturbances, and calamitous events in India, which procla- mation enjoined on all British Subjects to send up their prayers to Almighty God, imploring his blessing and assistance in putting down the Rebellion, and restoring peace and tranquility in that unhappy land. The day was well Kept in this Town, all Shops and other places of bussiness being closed, and services held in all the places of worship. The Revd. Mr. Owen, in St. John's (Episcopal) Church, preached from the 1st Chap, of Joel, 14th verse. November, 1857 Monday, 9th,—David Wight an old inhabitant who died on Saturday last, was buried to day. He was a native of Scotland. Aged 85 years. Saturd. 21st,—Married this forenoon by the Revd. Chas. Cossman,50 (Lutheran), Edward Mack of Mills Village to Mary Ann Ernst of this Town. December, 1857 Tuesday, 8th,—Attended the funeral of the late John McLaughlin, son of Benjn. McLaughlin, who died on Friday evening last, of Consumption. Aged 20 years. The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; What'er we do, wher'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. January, 1858 The wind howls loud, the snow is on the ground, The icy river has forgot to flow; On leafless boughs no shelter can be found Where the poor starving feather'd race can go. The timid robin to the window flies,

