Local news: Stone is being hauled in for the basement of the proposed Methodist Parsonage, for the erection of which, however, no contract has yet been entered into.

The members of the Bristol Council were in town on Monday, by invitation of Photographer Imison, to have a group photo taken of the board, which we learn is to be displayed outside the gallery as a sample of Pontiac’s representative, fine looking men. The very idea ! Of course the photographer will be boycotted.

Mr. Matthew Thompson, of Clarendon Front, writes to us denying the rumour that his son David came home from the shanty with smallpox. He says the boy had chicken-pock, which was so pronounced by the doctor at Sturgeon Falls, and the boy was only laid up two days with it, and has not been sick since he came home.

Our local horsemen, who attended the ice races at Quyon on Wednesday last, report that there was a large attendance—especially on Thursday, and that everything about the program passed off in tip-top shape. Our townsman, Alex McDonald, had an easy win in the green race with his young horse “Klondike.” Mr McD. has since sold the horse to Mr. J. Lumsden, of Arnprior, for a good figure.

Again it becomes our painful duty to chronicle the death of one of Bristol’s oldest and highly respected citizens, in the person of Mr. George Lothian, whose demise took place on February 20th, after being in feeble health for over a year. He passed away peacefully without much apparent suffering. Mr. Lothian was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, in the year 1810, and came to this country in the year 1822, and had just passed his 91st year. There are not many of his pioneer comrades left now. He is survived by his widow, now in her 81st year.

Since the above was written and put in type, Mrs. Lothian has gone to join her late husband, having died on Saturday night, the 2nd.