Things Ain't as They Used to Be.
In the Lott family (R. L. Lott, prop'r) at Black River there used to be only two persons, but the latest telegraphic intelligence confirms the fact that they had an accident up there the other day, and now the family embraces three--nice boy. Our poetry machine has unfortunately "gin out," or we would grind out a couple of stanzas to dispel the melancholy feelings of the poor disconsolate father. However, congratulations and ten-cent cigars are in order, just the same.