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

Saturday, July 23, 1870.

     The river is standing at this point, with 6 feet in the channel to St. Louis.  Business on the Levee is quiet.  The Glasgow, with a heavy cargo of corn and a good passenger trip, passed down yesterday morning.  She laid at our wharf several hours.  The Mountaineer brought up a large freight of lumber and castings, and left for St. Louis again about noon.

     The heated term is upon us.  It is hot in the morning, hot at noon, and hot afternoon.  In fact it is hot from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof.  But thank our stars when the "twinkling starlight comes," it is cool, pleasant, and agreeable.

     Peaches are in the market.  They are about the size of a walnut and sell for five cents apiece -- three for a dime.

     During the performance at the circus yesterday, the teamsters of the country wagons in the Court Square, had a good thing in the way of reserved seats or stands on their wagons.  they could look over into the attracting circle and see the whole business from the classic attitudes of the equestrians to the painted and funnily gotten up appearance of the clown.  Stowe & Orton's circus gave two of their excellent performances here yesterday and will give two more to-day, after which they will fold their tent and go on to amuse the denizens of other towns and cities.

     Johnnie Perdue, a seven year old son of Mr. Wm. Perdue, who lives a short distance from the city in a southeasterly direction, was killed in the suburbs of the city under the following circumstances:  In company with his father, who was bringing in a wagon load of produce he was coming to the city, and when at the locality above mentioned the horses became frightened, and giving a sudden start, threw him out of the wagon, and he fell in such a manner that one of the hind wheels ran over him, breaking both arms and crushing his body in such a manner that he died immediately.  With the mangled remains, the grief stricken parents returned to his home.

     Somebody will draw a big prize at the Building Association to-night.  A few persons can obtain shares yet at the office of the Association, southwest corner of Fifth and Main, at the office of Munford & Fancher.

     The man McKay, whose exploits in a thieving way are narrated, elsewhere, had in his pocket when arrested a police star with the words, "Chief of Police" engraved on it.  He was evidently ready for some black-mailing operations.   He had also a great number of keys of different kinds and sizes.

     Juvenile Depravity. -- Tucker and Beagle, two boys accused of theft at the race track, were dismissed from custody yesterday by 'Squire Ranson.  He talked to them kindly but earnestly, and warned them that unless they became better boys they were ere long find themselves inmates of the State's prison.  The Squire addressed some pointed remarks to the fathers of the two lads, advising them to be more careful hereafter, and to see to  it that their boys were kept at home more, instead of being allowed to run about with evil associates on the streets.  It appeared from the testimony that the mothers of the two lads are dead, and that James Tucker a day or two after his mother's burial, a year or more ago, burned a part of his school books, sold the rest, and has been going from bad to worse ever since.  He is destined to the penitentiary sure, unless he turns over a new leaf speedily.