R. T. Van Horn & Co., Publishers.*

November 4, 1870.

     Go to the New York store, 601 Main street, and buy a fine seal skin cloak for $5, worth $10.  They have just received 500 that must be sold in 30 days.

     The river has quit rising and is now at a stand.  The Viola Belle from Omaha passed down yesterday.  The Mary McDonald from St. Louis, arrived, bringing in a full cargo and a big list of passengers.  She returned at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.  The Walter B. Dance is the next boat due from St. Louis.  She will be up Sunday.

     There is a black dog made of iron standing in the door of the wholesale house, on the corner of Delaware and Fifth streets, that has been party to a canine muss, and what is stranger is he came out "first best."  Charles Carpenter has a dog, too, one of the real flesh and blood species, who has an innate feeling of hatred for all his kind, and tackles every one of them that comes in reach of him.  Yesterday he was passing the place mentioned, when, seeing this ferruginous copy  of himself standing there, in what he took to be a very defiant attitude, the Carpenter dog pitched in, as is his wont, and nailed the fictitious "purp" by the lower jaw.  In an instant, however, he seemed to comprehend his ludicrous position, and slank off amid the shouts of the bystanders, whit his tail between his legs.
     The North Missouri train, from St. Louis, was about five hours behind, yesterday afternoon, on account of some slight damage to the road.

     Yesterday a poor, forlorn looking wretch of an antiquated female approached a couple of men on the levee, and in a piteous voice begged for money to buy her starving children some bread, saying that she was a "lone widder," and the like, and as she really looked like an object of charity, one of the men gave her some money, which she received with ever so many thanks and blessings on the donor.  A very short time after she was seen on the levee uproariously drunk, and was "cavorting" about the Missouri Pacific depot as though she owned the whole road.

     The Hannibal & St. Joseph Railroad shipped East thirty-eight cars of cattle yesterday; the Missouri Pacific twenty-four; and the North Missouri five.

     The bootblack, "Limpy," who was the unfortunate finder of a lot of money in a railroad car, which a careless man had dropped from his boot, was tried before Squire White, yesterday, and was required to give $400 bail for his appearance to answer the charge of grand larceny, which, of course, he couldn't give and so went to jail, and will probably go  hence to the penitentiary, though it hardly looks fair.  He undoubtedly found the money, and the only crime he was guilty of, according to the evidence, was that of dishonesty in not seeking for its owner instead of spending it.  But almost any other boy who has had no lesson in anything save the rough lessons learned on the streets of a city, would have done the same thing, and "Limpy" should therefore, instead of being subjected to penal servitude, be sent to a House of Correction or some other institution where he might be taught morality and a good trade.