Appearances indicate a cold snap. Yesterday was a disagreeable day and last night there was a slight fall of snow.
On Tuesday morning a boy, apparently about fifteen years of age, was found dead some five miles south-west of Kansas City.
Several masquerades are now contemplated, and we may expect as gay a season of this kind of amusement as we had last year.
Our friends, the Germans, are a pretty hilarious set. Despite the snow storm and general inclemency of the weather, in passing Turner's Hall, last evening, we noticed in the neighboring bar-room any amount of merriment. The guttural German shouts could easily be distinguished amid the medley of voices.
Matt Foster & Co. are having the ceiling of their store covered with beautiful fresco paper. They are gentlemen of taste, and delight in progress and improvement.
Considerable bustle was created at the State Line depot yesterday afternoon by a detachment of recruits, 175 in number, en route from Leavenworth to join the 19th U. W. Inf. at Little Rock, Arkansas. Two of them were strongly inclined to pursue their journey no further, but under the persuasion of an unamiable bayonet, concluded to change their mind. Most of the party, however, seemed to be a jolly, contented set of young men.
The "Fat Contributor" of the Cincinnati Times, A. Miner Griswold, will give a lecture on the interesting subject of "Injin Meal" at Frank's Hall, next Wednesday night. The New York Tribune says: "Griswold is a born humorist, and lives in an atmosphere of humor. He was born to create fun, and lives to fulfill his mission."
Prof. John Howard, lately from Leipzig, has just arrived among us, and will make this city his permanent residence. The Professor is a first-class pianist and a teacher of vocalization and harmony, and proposes to exert himself to elevate the musical taste of our citizens.
