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

Wednesday, July 6, 1870.

     The river is stationary and business on the levee is quiet.  The Post Boy came up yesterday and went to Wyandotte to discharge 1,203 bars of railroad iron for the Denver extension.  She also brought lard and 485 empty barrels for Ferguson, Slavens & Co.  The Kate Kinney, of the "O" line, passed down on the 4th, and the Mountaineer left to go down early in the morning of the same day.

     'RAH!  FOR THE 4TH!  Among the many pleasing incidents of the 4th, and among the many proofs of patriotism that makes the whole country akin, was that of a gathering at the drug store of Dr. Clark on Main street above the Junction.  Thee Doctor had a huge tub filled with delicious lemonade, in which floated bottles of every kind of wine imaginable.  And then in the tub floated also another smaller tub containing a delightful beverage known as "The Bloom of Youth." Many old fellows, four hundred in all, we understand, made a pilgrimage to this spring of youth, and all were more successful than the lamented Ponce De Leon in his far-famed search for the same thing, for they left with lightness and gayety and youth painted on each cheek and sparkling in each eye.

     A crowd estimated at 1,800 were present to witness a match game of base ball played at Lexington between Athletes of that place and the Hectors of Kansas C ity.  The game was won by the Hectors by three runs, the Hectors scoring 27 and the Athletes scoring 24.  The Hector nine was composed of the following players:  Cox, pitcher; C. Thomson, catcher; Long, short stop; Van Horn, right field; Choteau, center field; J. Thomson, left field; Johnson, 1st base; Schafer, 2d base; Tagart, 3d base.

     Charlie, a little son of Col. J. D. Williams, and who is a manly little fellow in every respect, met with an accident on the 4th by which he lost an eye.  He was shooting fire crackers in the yard at his father's house, and in stooping down to light one of them a small vial of powder fell out of his pocket and the cork came out, a spark from the cracker ignited the powder in the vial and it exploded.  A piece of the glass flew into Charlie's eye, cutting the ball through, entirely destroying  the sight and making a gash in the flesh over his eye.  Under proper treatment the little sufferer is getting along very well, and does not complain of being in much pain, his greatest trouble seeming to be the anxiety of his mother.

     Everybody and his neighbor went to the grand picnic of the Irish Benevolent Association, held at Cook's Grove, on the 4th, under the superintendence of Father Halpin, for the benefit of whose church the picnic was given.  Tables groaning with all the refreshments of the season, besides pleasant drinks that cheer but not inebriate, were there in never ending profusion.  The Declaration of Independence was read by Mr. R. Orendorff, and speeches were made full of patriotism and pathos, elegance and eloquence.  A superb brass band enlivened the occasion with its harmonious strains, and altogether Father Halpin's Fourth of July picnic will be long remembered by many of the denizens of this city as a short season of unalloyed pleasure.

     DIED. -- On Friday evening, July 1st, Ambrose Steele Latshaw, aged two months and twenty-five days, son of Henry J. and Arminda A. Latshaw.