In reading the Daily Papers, we have been struck by
the great number or poaching atrocities this week. No sooner has one rural enormity somewhat subsided, than another, an old one, springs up. It would seem as if the bad feeling or bad habits, engendered by poverty and the parish in the peasantry, must have some vent. They have ceased to fire the stacks, and they now are beginning to blow up the game-keepers. All this Shows the want of a healing— that is to say, a reforming hand.